Fall of Equestria: Choices

A few days earlier

The Minotaur generals held a meeting with those of the Gryphon. The subject? Equestria.

The generals stared down at their map. "Here's where most of the Caribou forces are arranged. The bulk of their army is stationed in Canterlot, with scattered companies arranged throughout the land."

The Gryphon general was a female, so it was with considerable venom she spoke. "Where is their king? If we kill him first, the rest should fall easily." Her expression hardened. "And his won't be a quick death, that I can assure you."

"Last word our spies reported is he's currently in Ponyville, with a minimum company of soldiers." The Minotaur sighed. "That's not the problem, though. Equestria's male population has, for the most part, sided with the Caribou in subjugating their females. Even their Prince Armor has degraded his wife, though the intelligence suggests she did so willingly."

"What about reports of mind-control? The Caribou are known to use their magic for such, how do we keep our own soldiers from succumbing?"

The Minotaur smiled. "We have imbued our armor with counter-spells, that shouldn't be a problem."

The Gryphon wasn't convinced. "That's all and well for your forces if it's true, but what about mine? We can't afford for our males to turn on us in the midst of battle."

The Minotaur shook his head. "Our sages will cast the same counter-spells for your armies' armor. Once we kill their king, the greater part of their magic will be gone."

The Gryphon had one more issue. "What is the word concerning the Bearers? If they've given themselves over to the Caribou, willing or no, they could use the Elements of Harmony against us."

The Minotaur smiled again and spoke to the guards at the door. "Show her in." As the door opened, a white unicorn female walked in. She still had her horn, but she bore a scar across her face, a face filled with fury.

"Not all of us were captured," said Rarity. "And if any of my friends betray us, I will kill them myself."

Mac sat at the kitchen table, making plans for all the stallions that would be coming the next day to "service" his mares. He knew the black collars, Octavia and Vinyl, would be the biggest problems, now that Applejack had fallen in line, so he was most concerned about them. There was simply too much at stake.

He suspected word had gotten around that he was being too soft on these mares, and he knew he had to squelch that rumor as fast as he could. So that's why he'd chosen stallions with a reputation for being "mare breakers" like Filthy Rich, who were not gentle. As much as he hated it, he knew that was probably the only way to get mares like Octavia in line, short of drugging them. The only other option was to allow them to be blanked, but even though he would do anything to save both the farm and his family, he'd heard rumors about the process and couldn't stand the thought of that happening to any female. They'd be completely without wills of their own, becoming sexual zombies.

Nopony deserved that.

He looked up as both sisters came down the stairs and into the kitchen, dressed in their red collars and little else. They both smiled at him as Apple Bloom seated herself next to him, while AJ went to the fridge to start breakfast. "Mornin' "master!" said Applejack. "What you want fer breakfast?"

He smiled at her over his shoulder. "Anythin' you've a mind to make is okay with me."

"Pancakes it is, then!" She took out eggs, flour, a big mixing bowl and got to work.

"Whatcha doin' down here so early by yerself, Big Mac?" asked Apple Bloom.

He stiffened, but then reluctantly told her, "I'm just makin' out the schedule for the mares to be taken care of by the town's stallions."

Apple Bloom and Applejack shared a worried look. "Will...will they be too hard on them?" asked Apple Bloom.

"Ah don't want them mistreated either," added AJ.

Mac clenched his fists. "I ain't got a choice! Them mares have gotta be brought in line, and quickly. Word has gotten around I'm being too soft on you all, and if the Caribou think that there's no tellin' what they'll do." He stopped and gave them both a level stare. "But it won't be good."

Both mares looked uncomfortable, but Applejack finally said, "Yah gotta do what yah gotta do, big brother. We cain't let them mares make us lose the farm and our family."

Mac's gaze softened. "It'll be alright. The black collars are the biggest problem, but I gotta make sure them reds and purples get taken care of as well. They'll go mad without male attention, and I cain't take care of all of them by myself."

Applejack smiled, and went over to whisper to Apple Bloom, "More fer us!"

"What was that?" asked Mac.

The smile never left her face. "Nuthin'!" laughed Applejack as she went back to making breakfast. Macintosh looked at both his giggling sisters, then shrugged and went back to the task at hand.

They were all just beginning their meal when there was a knock on the front door. "Now, who could that be at this hour?" asked Applejack.

"I'll get it," said Mac as he went to the door. He stiffened with disgust when he opened it, for there stood the same two Caribou magistrates that had visited before, who had taken it upon themselves to "service" two of his mares without his permission.

"Good morning, Mr, Apple!" cried one jovially. "I trust we haven't come at a bad time?"

There were about a dozen things Mac wanted to say, but all of them would have probably landed him in jail, or worse. So he settled on, "No, it's fine. Please come in."

"Thank you so much, good sir!" as they both entered and seated themselves at the kitchen table. "Ah, the lovely Applejack! And her equally charming little sister! Please, have a seat," he said as he gestured to his lap. Mac clenched his fists and jaw but remained silent as his sisters each exchanged a look with each other and then with him. "Is there a problem?" asked the Magistrate. They shook their heads and then settled down on their laps. The Caribou ran their hands over their bodies, and the other spoke.

"You both look nice in your collars. But, do you still know what they mean?" When they remained silent, the Caribou continued with, "It's alright. You may speak."

"It...it means we hafta please every male that wants us?" asked Apple Bloom. The Caribou hugged her close and breathed deeply of her mane.

"That's exactly right, little slut." He pushed her off his lap so she was kneeling before him. Then, he stood and pulled his trousers down and exposed his member. He stared at her, then at Mac with an unspoken challenge. "Suck, little bitch." She hesitated only for the briefest moment, then closed her eyes and took him into her mouth. She soon got him erect and began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, getting it sopping wet as her spit dripped off his shaft and down off his balls. "That's good. That's very good," he breathed. Applejack looked at her brother, then sighed and slid to her knees.

The Caribou in front of her smiled. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." She startled at these words, but read the complete opposite in his expression.

"No, Ah want to," she said as she reached for his trousers.

The Caribou shrugged and got to his hooves. "If you insist." She kept the disgust off her face only with the mightiest effort, then got to work. Soon, both of the intruders were crying out, as the one with Applejack pulled his dick out and pointed it at her face.

"Your...complextion...looks a bit sallow. Here's some moisturizer..." he whispered as he came, shooting his load all over her face. Once he was done, he smiled again and adjusted his clothing back. "Now, that's a pretty picture." He then looked at Mac, who had sat down watching them with an unreadable expression on his face. "Mr. Apple, it's time we discussed why we came."

While he was speaking, the other Caribou said to Apple Bloom, "Your sister is a mess." His expression hardened. "Clean her up." Apple Bloom meekly crawled over to Applejack and began licking the cum off her face. The Caribou then sat back down and stared at Big Mac, silently daring him to protest. Mac refused to be baited, even managing a slight grin as he watched his sisters take care of each other.

"That's good mares. You obey well."

The First Caribou frowned, but said, "That's right, they do. The sight of your dear sisters being humiliated doesn't bother you?" Mac forced a smile and shook his head. "I see. It seems the rumors about you being soft on your mares might be unfounded."

Mac leveled a challenging look at them both. "Who says that?" he growled.

The Magistrate shrugged. "Word gets around. On that note, I hear you've arranged for several stallions to come here tomorrow to service your mares. Is that true?"

Mac nodded."Yes. There's too many for me to take of myself on a regular basis. I figured some fresh meat would be good for them."

"But, why haven't you included any Caribou?"

The question almost caught him off-guard, but he recovered quickly. "I just thought the Caribou would be too busy."

The Caribou waved the statement off. "No, no, you're quite mistaken. We're sure we can find a few bulls to do what needs to be done." He paused and looked Mac right in the eyes. "You can just tell the ponies they all won't be needed."

Mac clenched his jaw but remained otherwise unmoved. "Certainly, that won't be a problem." Inside, though, he was thinking about the obliviously harsh ways the bulls would treat the mares. He purposely didn't meet Applejack's eyes, who was trying to catch his attention as she slightly shook her head. "Tell them to come by tomorrow at noon; everything should be ready by then."

The Caribou smiled. "Oh, there's no need to go through too much trouble." As he and his companion stood, he added, "In fact, don't tell the mares a thing. We want it to be a surprise. I'm sure you understand."

"Of course."

With a final look at the two kneeling mares, the Magistrate said, "Well, I'm glad that's settled! See you tomorrow, Mr. Apple." They both turned and walked out. Applejack waited until the door had shut, and the bulls had time to walk away, before rounding on her brother.

"Whut in tarnation wuz you thinkin', Big Mac?! Them Caribou will brutalize them mares!" Mac went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a shot before answering. "Say somethin' Mac!"

Mac took a sip, then turned back to her. "You know we ain't got a choice, Applejack. I don't want this either, but what can I do?"

Applejack looked away and remained silent. Then her face changed, and she left the room. Mac stared after her, then looked at Apple Bloom. "Is she going to be okay?" asked Mac.

"Ah don't know, Mac," replied Apple Bloom. "But Ah know she ain't happy." Then she added, "But you gotta do somethin', Mac! Them mares won't do what they need to do like we did, and we might lose the farm cuz of them."

Macintosh clenched his fists and jaw. "I ain't got a choice, Bloom! Them mares gotta obey, or they'll get blanked! I don't want that, but what other choice do we got?" He knew she wouldn't have an answer, so he didn't expect one. " I have to go talk to those stallions, tell them they won't be needed." He got up and left the kitchen, and went out.

Meanwhile, Applejack had gone up to her room to think. There just had to be something she could do! Those mares would suffer, she knew, and she also knew she herself would never have passed those bastards' test without the help Mac had given her.

Her eyes brightened. "Mac's help...that's what they need!" Quickly, she went downstairs, only to see her little sister still seated at the kitchen table. "Where's Mac?" asked AJ.

"He went out to tell them stallions not to bother showin' up tommorer." A confused look passed over Apple Bloom's face as she watched her sister. "Why? Somethin' else wrong?"

Applejack managed a smile for her sister. "No, no...nuthin's wrong...I gotta go!" And she hurried out of the kitchen back upstairs, leaving a very confused Apple Bloom in her wake.

She went directly to her big brother's room and started turning it upside down, searching. Finally, she found a small bottle with rainbow-colored liquid in it, hidden deep within one of the drawers. She cautiously opened it and gave it a sniff. Finding nothing unusual about the smell, she poured out a droplet on her finger and gave it a taste. At first, nothing happened, and she started to put the bottle back when she noticed a slight heat growing in her nethers. Her face became flushed and her knees grew weak. This is what she was looking for, the potion Mac had used on her. She then made her way out to the barn.

When she opened the door, every mare sat up and looked out at her, some with expressions of disappointment it wasn't' a male and some with resentment. Applejack stood before Octavia's cage and held out the bottle.

"What do you want, slut?" asked the mare within.

"Ah come to give you a choice," said Applejack. "Tommorer, them Caribou are comin' to break you all, and they won't be gentle." She knelt and held out the bottle again. "This will make it easier fer you."

"What is it?"

"It's the same potion mah brother gave me to help me pass them bastards' test. It'll help you."

Octavia's face wrinkled with disgust. "So I'll be a willing slut, eager to suck their cocks and degrade myself?! Fuck you, no." Applejack became frantic.

"But you gotta! You and yer girlfriend haveta do it, or else we might lose the farm! Ah cain't let that happen!"

Octavia turned her back on her. "Fuck you and fuck your farm. I won't submit to those monsters."

Applejack got to her hooves and stared down at her. "That your final answer?"

Octavia deigned to look over her shoulder at her. "I think I was clear. And don't bother asking Vinyl; neither of us wants to become a slut like you." Applejack silently watched her. Then her expression hardened, and she went to where the keys were hanging. Coming back, she knelt and unlocked her cage.

"What are you doing?!"

"Gittin' you out of here, you and Vinyl."

Octavia hesitated, then crawled out and stood while watching the orange mare go to unlock Vinyl's cage. "Just where are we supposed to go?! The Caribou are everywhere, and the stallions have all betrayed us with them."

Applejack looked at her without pity. "Not mah problem. If'n you two won't take the help Ah offered, then yer on yer own."

Vinyl came out of her cage and went to her girlfriend, while Octavia's face clouded with fury as she hugged her. "You want us to get captured! You don't care what happens to us!"

Applejack looked down and sighed. "Ah do care. But Ah care about mah family and this farm more." She squared her shoulders and faced them both. "So, what'll it be? The potion, or you two take yer chances out there?"

Octavia whispered to Vinyl, while she shook or nodded her head silently. After a few minutes, Octavia scowled up at Applejack. "Alright, bitch. We'll take the potion. But," and her face stormed with rage, "I will never forget this! Someday, someday soon, I will make you pay."

Applejack was unmoved. "Ah'll leave you in the same cage tonight. Take the potion in the morning. Ah don't know how long it will take effect, but you'll be ready if'n you do so an hour afore they come." She handed the bottle to her. "They're comin' at noon." With that, she locked them both in Octavia's cage and without a glance behind her left the barn.

Mac made his slow way back to the farm, the shouts and the accusations of the stallions still ringing in his ears. He knew his news wouldn't be accepted well, and he'd tried to soothe the situation by offering to let the few he'd paid to keep the money, but it had done little good. Apparently, there had been a competition brewing among the stallions as to who could break their mare first, and now all that was ruined. Trying to explain the Caribou hadn't given him the option of saying 'no' had fallen on deaf ears as well, and now his reputation in town had become irrevocably tarnished.

He sighed and entered the farmhouse.

All within was quiet. Though it was the middle of the day, somepony had started a blaze in the fireplace, and he sat down gratefully in front of it. Foregoing the glass, he'd brought entire bottle of scotch over with him and then threw it back, taking a healthy but unusually large slug. What to do? Those Caribou would be arriving in the afternoon, or so they said, and his mares would be subjected to unspeakable tortures. Though he needed to portray the outward appearance of being indifferent to their plight, he was still in control of his old nature enough to loathe the coming day.

As he sat there musing, two hands glided slowly over his shoulders from behind. Apple Bloom whispered in his ear as she bent down close, "Can Ah make you happy, Big Brother?" He shook his head and smiled.

"I don't think you can, lil sis. I got too much on my mind."

She slid around and sat on his lap. "Cain't Ah try?" she purred. Her ass felt oh so soft and inviting as she sat down, barely dressed as she was in a simple camisole and collar. She pressed her ample breasts against his face as she began kissing the top of his head, down to his lips as she gave a lingering kiss, then dropped to her knees as she rained kisses down his neck, his chest, and finally to his crotch. She smiled as she kissed his zipper, noting the bulge. "Ah think somepony wants to come out and play..." She undid his trousers and smiled again as she exposed his cock and balls. "Well, hello there! Ah missed you!" she whispered as she grabbed it and began stroking. "Ah think Ah'll suck and lick you. Would you like that?" As if in response to her query, it gave a throb. Her hot breath wafted over the cock as she added, "It's what Ah was born to do," as she suddenly wrapped her mouth around him. "Mmmmm..." She bobbed her head up and down as Big Mac's breath grew rapid. She pulled back and ran her tongue all over the sensitive head, eliciting a gasp from him, then plunged in again.

"Apple Bloom..." he breathed as she continued to suck him slowly, running her tongue all around his shaft and fondling his balls.

She pulled off him only long enough to say, "Cum in mah mouth, Big Mac..." then resumed sucking. Remembering her lesson from Applejack, she took him all the way into her throat and moaned.

"Don't stop..." he whispered as she increased her pace. She smiled around his cock, knowing she was in complete control of her massive brother, knowing his moans were because of her. She sucked all the way to the top, then gazed lovingly up at him with half-lidded eyes as she grabbed the cock and licked it from the bottom to the top, and back again. His moans increased as he stared down at her, and she smiled again. In no hurry, she slowly wrapped her lips around him and sucked as she slid down, then uuuup...then down, leaving a shining trail of saliva along the shaft that flickered in the firelight. Then she pulled off again and stroked him while grinning mischievously. " 'Bout ready to cum, Master?" It caught her by surprise.

"APPLE BLOOM!" he shouted as he bucked his hips and shot forth the first blast.

"Oh!" she squeaked as the spunk landed in her mane and on her face, then she recovered and clamped her wet, hot mouth around him. She placed both hands on his thighs and rode out his struggles, allowing him to pump her throat furiously as she swallowed as best she could. After what seemed like a full minute, he sighed and relaxed, completely spent, though he continued to twitch and moan as the spurts grew fewer and fewer. Only when he was completely still did he let him fall out of her mouth, licked him clean one last time, then lay her head on his leg, draping his warm cock over her face. "Ah think you liked that, Big Brother. Did Ah help?"

Too winded to reply, he simply nodded.

After planting one last kiss on his member and readjusting his clothing, his little sister went upstairs, presumably to shower up. Mac sat where she'd left him, staring into the fire. It had been a nice diversion, but that's all it had been.

The problem still remained.

Thinking of the Caribou, he didn't know how they'd treated Applejack, as he hadn't been allowed to stay during her trial, but he'd consoled himself by noting she didn't appear to have had anything lasting done to her, like some sort of injury. But he also knew AJ would never have passed if it hadn't been for his help.

His help! His eyes brightened. That was the solution.

Taking one last slug of the liqueur, he got to his hooves and went to his room. There, he stood stock-still at the sight before him. His room was a shambles, as if somepony had rifled through all his belongings. He went to the drawer where he'd stored the potion, only to find it gone. His brow knitted. There was only one person who could have done this. He spun on his heel and went to look for the blonde mare. He didn't have to look far.

When he got to her room, he stood in the doorway and watched her. She was seated on the bed, facing away from him. When she heard his hoofsteps, she said, "Ah heard the two of you downstairs. It sounded like fun. Sorry Ah had to miss it."

"You know why I'm here."

"Ah know." She sighed and twisted around to face him. "Mac, Ah had to do it! Them two were gonna ruin it fer all of us."

Mac clenched his fists. "What did you tell them?"

She had the grace to look embarrassed for a moment, then she jutted her chin and said, "Ah told them the truth. That the Caribou are comin' tommorer, and they'd be put through it." As his face clouded and he began to speak, she held up a hand. "Ah know whut yer about to say. That we wuz told not to warn them. Ah gave them a choice: either the potion, and they submit to those bastards, or Ah'd let them go, and they could just take their chances out in the wild. They chose the potion."

Mac ran his fingers through his hair and started to pace as she watched him. When he finally trusted himself to speak, he began in a low voice. "Do you know what you've done? If they find out we've warned them, what do you think they'll do? You could have slipped the potion into their drink like I did with you, and they'd be none the wiser." His voice rose. "Now, they know what's comin', they know the potion is the only thing that's gonna allow them to get through it, and they'll hate us for it!" He stopped pacing and stared at her. "Don't you remember your reaction when you found out what I'd done?! You were eventually alright with it, 'cause I'm your brother and you knew I was just doin' what I thought was best for you and for the farm. But them mares got zero ties with us! There's no tellin' what they'll say, even if they do do whatever the Caribou demand of them!"

"Mac, calm yerself," she said soothingly. "Whut's done is done, there ain't no use in belaborin' the point." She got up, walked up to him, pressed her massive breasts against his chest while placing her arms around his neck. "We'll git through this. We always do." Mac stared down at her, then reminded himself how much he loved her, took a deep breath, and unclenched his fists.

"I hope you're right."

Later that day, as he was giving all the mares their evening food and drink, he stood still and stared down at the two black collars. The damage had already been done by Applejack, so further words from him shouldn't make a difference. But he felt compelled to say something, if only to impress upon them the urgency of the situation. Keeping them both in the same cage when the Caribou came was risky, but he knew they'd probably want to comfort each other before they were subjected to the following day's tortures.

He had no idea why the Caribou's rune magic hadn't worked on these two. Early on, both Octavia and Vinyl had been dumped on him as a last resort, as no other stallion in town had been able to tame them. The two drew strength from each other, somehow, even in the midst of all the horrible changes. And now, they were finally going to have to submit, for their time had run out.

He knelt on one knee as he looked into their cage. They were both huddled together, arms around the other, as they stared back out at him. Mac cleared his throat and began. "I know my sister told you what's going to happen tomorrow, and I know she gave you a potion to help you get through it. I just want you both to understand I don't want this to happen to you, but I don't have a choice. They run everything now, so there's no use in resisting them." He paused to allow them to put in a word of their own, but he was met with silence. He sighed after a moment and said, "I just hope you understand."

As he got up to leave, he heard Octavia whisper, "Hide us."

Mac stopped with his back to them. "I cain't. They know you're supposed to be here, and I couldn't explain it if you weren't." He turned and faced them once more. "You have to submit. Take the potion, it's your only hope now." He watched as the dark-maned mare held up the rainbow-colored bottle, looked at her girlfriend, then nodded. She turned back to Big Mac and said a single word.

"Alright."

Mac let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding, turned and left the barn. All would be well. They may not like it, but he'd known his sister to be even more stubborn, and she'd submitted. There just might be hope for the farm after all.

Once he had shut out the lights and closed the barn, Octavia took the bottle, opened it, and poured the contents out on the ground.

The next day dawned far too soon.

Mac disentangled himself from his nubile sisters and got out of bed. The first chore after a shower was to go out and see to all the mares. The purple collars, Derpy and Screw Loose, were always a problem to deal with, as he couldn't get near their cages without them trying to drag him inside with them, begging to be fucked. Their antics were almost welcome this day, as he knew their needs would be taken care of, and he wouldn't have to worry about them. The same for the reds, including Golden Harvest, who gazed lovingly out at him as he filled her bowls.

But Octavia and Vinyl made no move toward their bowls when presented. They were in the same position he'd left them in the night before, huddled together with their arms about each other. Mac was moved by their devotion to each other but fought back any emotion that welled up inside him. Giving them one last, "Take the potion," he left the barn and made his way back to the farmhouse, where he could smell breakfast being prepared already.

Mac had settled himself in the old rocking chair out on the porch long before noon, awaiting the coming Caribou. He'd told Applejack and Apple Bloom to keep themselves out of sight, which they'd both gladly complied, so he was alone when the Caribou finally arrived. There were ten of them, including the two Magistrates he loathed. But he put on what he hoped was a jovial smile and stood to meet them as they entered the farmyard.

"Good morning, Mister Apple! We trust all is well?" said one. Mac nodded.

"They're all in their cages." Mac gave a sly grin. "They have no idea what's about to happen to them."

"Good, good!" He stepped aside and gestured forward. "After you, Mister Apple! Lead the way." Mac hesitated, but only for a moment.

"Of course! This should be fun to watch." With that, he led the delegation over to the barn and threw the doors open wide. He turned to the Caribou and stepped aside with a bow. "Gentlemen, take your pick." The Magistrates smiled.

"That's kind of you, Mac, but we're really here for one purpose." He pointed at the two black collars. "Bring those two bitches here." Mac went to get the keys but was pushed aside by one of the larger Caribou.

"I got it," he growled, taking the keys and unlocking Octavia and Vinyl's cage. He reached in and grabbed them both by their upper arms, as Mac watched anxiously. When pulled to their hooves, they both swayed uncertainly, but each licked their lips as they stared down at their captors' crotches. Octavia whispered something.

"What was that, slut?" said the Caribou holding them.

"I said, I want dick..."

"Oh, really?" said one of the Magistrates. "You've never shown any interest before?" He turned and looked at Big Mac, but addressed his question to the mares. "What's changed, bitch?" Mac kept his face neutral.

Then Octavia, followed by Vinyl, both fell to their knees. "Please," said Octavia, "We haven't had a male in months! The magic is just too strong, we need your cocks!" The Magistrate turned back to them.

"If you insist, sweetie. But first, " and here he gestured to the rest of the cages filled with mares, "you're going to watch how it's done." The Caribou fanned out, unlocking all the cages, and dragging out the occupants. Derpy and Screw Loose needed no dragging, as they both practically flew out of their cages and latched onto the first male they could get to. What followed was almost an hour of debauchery, and afterward, all the mares lay exhausted.

But the Caribou were just getting warmed up.

"Now, bitches," said the Magistrate as they were both forced to their knees, "it's your turn!" They walked forward until their crotches were pressing against their faces. "Take out our cocks, and suck..."

"Yes, Master," Octavia replied meekly as she undid his zipper and took him out. Vinyl did the same. They began with long licks from bottom to top, then wrapped their lips around them and began bobbing their heads. Soon, both males were erect and throbbing, and their satisfied moans filled the barn. Octavia looked over at her girlfriend and gave a subtle nod.

"That's good, bitches," breathed one of the Magistrates. "That's...YAHHHHHHHHH!!" he screamed as Octavia bit down with all her might! Blood gushed out of his crotch as she shook her head, tearing and ripping, while the other screamed as well when Vinyl did the same. "Get off of me!! GET OFF OF ME!!" he screamed as he began smashing his fist against her head. Octavia let go and spit out the blood.

The one Vinyl attacked had gotten her off what remained of his dick, and in a fit of rage and bloodlust, had reached down through the agony, grabbed the former unicorn by her neck, and twisted her head. All within heard her neck snap.

"VINYL!!" screamed Octavia. Before any could stop her, she leaped upon the Caribou, sunk her teeth into his neck, and jerked her head back, taking the carotid artery with her. Blood shot up and out like a geyser, as the male fell to his knees.

Recovering from the shock, the remaining Caribou ran forward and began beating and kicking the mare with their fists and feet. One grabbed a pitchfork and yelled, "Hold her down!" As she still fought and screamed defiance, he reared up and plunged it into her stomach, then pulled it out and did it again, over and over.

With her last breath, she spit at the Caribou, whispered, "I win, bastards," then died.

The one Magistrate held his hands over his crotch, trying to stem the blood as his companions picked him up and rushed him out of the barn.

But before they left, he said to Mac through clenched teeth, "I'll...make...sure...you...suffer for this, you bastard."