Fall of Equestria: Choices

The Minotaur Generals entered the lone tent, where a Caribou scout had been dragged in and dumped unceremoniously on the dirt floor. He'd been thrown roughly to the ground, with his hands bound tightly behind him. He'd obviously been beaten, for he was bloody and sported numerous bruises all over his body, including a swollen and puffy black eye. He stared up at his captors with defiance. The Minotaur and Grypron Generals looked down upon him without pity. "Where did you find him?" asked the Minotaur.

One of the guards answered, "Just on the outskirts of Ponyville. We figured he'd be able to tell us what we need to know before our invasion."

The Generals smiled down at him. "Well?" asked the Gryphon.

The Caribou struggled to his knees and spat at her feet. "Fuck off, slut! You'll get nothing out of me!" The Generals each exchanged a look with each other.

"Give him to Rarity."

The Caribou looked up when the tent flap opened, and a white unicorn mare entered. She was wearing a flowing black negligee that came to about mid-thigh and bore a bowl of water with some towels. She'd artfully concealed her facial scar with makeup so that her face appeared flawless. She'd also concealed a razor-sharp knife in a sheath along her lower back.

"Get away from me, slut! I won't tell you anything!" he shouted.

The mare stuck out her bottom lip and said, "Poor Master." She pointed to his eye. "That looks like that hurts." She turned her back on him and slowly bent at the waist as she set the bowl of water on the ground, offering him a full, close-up view of her shapely, panty-less ass. She took her time wetting one of the towels, then raised herself, turned, and gently applied it to his eye. "Is that better?"

He frowned up at her. "Well, yeah, but it doesn't change anything! I'm still not talking!"

In response, she simply smiled, then caressed his cheek. "Lie back, Master. Let this slut make you feel much, much better..." she whispered throatily. Taking him by the shoulders while he stared suspiciously up at her, she gently eased him back until he was lying down. His hands were still tightly bound, so he wasn't entirely comfortable laying on them, but he refused to give her any indication of his pain. She ran her soft hands down his chest, then reached down and undid his trousers. She pulled them down, exposing his massive cock, then took it in one hand and stroked it.

"My, what a nice toy Master has. Mind if I suck it?" Without waiting for an answer she got on her knees and took him into her mouth, slurping and bobbing her head up and down. "Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm...so delicious!" she whispered. She took her time, licking it up and down, teasing the head, sucking on his balls. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at her, mouth open, as she slowly bobbed her head and ran her soft tongue all over his cock. Soon, her spit covered his shaft and glistened in the sunlight that was filtered through the tent. He grit his teeth, trying to resist her, knowing full well he was in the camp of his enemies and this was just a ploy to get information out of him. But Rarity had entertained quite a few "gentleman callers" long before the Invasion, and she had taken on many a throbbing beast like the one that was buried in her soft, hot, wet mouth now. He might have had a chance to resist otherwise, but not while his cock was being sucked so expertly, and she knew it. She locked her sultry eyes on him and moaned as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, her soft lips wrapped tightly around him. She stopped only long enough to quietly say, "Cum for me, Master..." then sucked all the harder, while fondling his balls.

It was too much.

He closed his eyes tightly and thrust himself in her as deep as he could, then cried out as his body jerked spasmodically while he shot load after load into her waiting mouth, her eyes locked on his face the entire time. Rarity swallowed it all, every last drop, even stroking him to get even more. After almost a full minute had passed, he sighed and fell back. She gave him one last suck, then said, "Did Master enjoy that?" He could only nod. "Good," she said. In a flash, she pulled the knife out of its sheath and set it to his now extremely sensitive member. Her eyes were ablaze with hatred. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't what we want to hear, then I'll cut this thing off!!"

His eyes bulged with horror. One look at the mare's crazy eyes was all he needed to know she meant every word. "NOOO!! Don't do it!!" he screamed. "Please! I'll tell you everything! Everything!!"

Rarity got back to her hooves and wiped her lips. She turned to the front of the tent, opened it, and gestured. Two Minotaur interrogators walked in. "Ready to talk, tough guy?"

The Caribou nodded quickly and gave a frantic look at the white mare. "I'll tell you anything you want to know! Just keep her away from me!!"

She smiled down at him one last time and sheathed her knife, then walked outside to the waiting Generals. "Now that's how you conduct an interrogation."

In another tent, set far away from the interrogation, but surrounded by attentive pegasus and unicorn guards, sat a tall figure robed in white. She covered herself in her hood and went to the entrance to the tent, and looked out. The guards all snapped to attention. "Something wrong, your Majesty?" The tall figure merely smiled and shook her head. It wasn't time to reveal herself just yet.

But soon.

Big Mac stood next to the Castle's front doors early that same morning, awaiting the arrival of the first soldiers. He didn't know who they were or whose side they were on, but he knew he and his small group didn't stand a chance if they demanded entry. He didn't have long to wait.

Two Minotaur soldiers, two Gryphon, and to his surprise a white unicorn soon approached. When they got close enough, he squinted at the pony and recognized her as Rarity, though he'd never seen such a look of determination on her face before. He stood silently waiting until they all stopped in front of him. Rarity spoke first. "Good morning, Big Mac. Are you alone?"

He stared down at her and chose not to mention her scar. "No...my sisters are with me, as well as some ponies on the run...and Pinkie." At the mention of this last Rarity's face grew dark.

Through gritted teeth, she snarled, "That slut best keep herself far, far away from me! But the rest of you have nothing to fear from us; we are here to free Equestria from the Caribou."

Hope surged through the big stallion at these words, but he kept the emotion off his face. He raised his glance over their heads to the army camped far behind them, and asked, "Is this the bulk of your forces? You do know the Caribou Army is rumored to be much, much bigger?"

One of the Gryphons snapped her talons. "You just leave the enemy to us, pony. We mean to end this, and we did not come here to parlay with them!"

Mac still remained unconvinced. "But...why are you helping us? This isn't your fight." Before either the Minotaur or Gryphon could respond, Rarity held up a hand.

She looked over her shoulder at them and said, "Let me talk to him in private." Turning back to Mac, she said, "Let's speak inside."

Mac nodded and stepped aside, as she moved past him and entered the Castle. She took a moment as she walked to admire the work she and her...former friends had done to the place: the tapestries repaired, the floors still gleaming...and as she raised her snout and breathed in deeply, the scent of fresh-brewed coffee and other breakfast treats reached her. "I see the enchanted kitchen is still working," she said as she looked up at him with a smile. "Looks like this was the perfect place to hide out."

But the smile quickly faded from her face when, as they entered the hallway leading to the kitchen, she spotted Pinkie lying supine on one of the couches. Before she could speak, the pink mare stirred, opened her eyes, then sat up. Spying the white unicorn, her eyes flew open wide and she jumped to her hooves. "Rarity! Oh my God, I thought you were dead!" She began to rush forward, clearly intending to enfold her in a hug, but Rarity stepped back with a hiss, her hand straying to the dagger concealed on her lower back.

"Don't. TOUCH. ME! You...FILTH!" she snarled.

Pinkie stopped short and put her hands up to her mouth. "Rarity?"

She leaned forward, her face a mask of pure hatred. "I know how you've been 'servicing' these disgusting Caribou, how you've been willingly on your knees, sucking their cocks at every opportunity!" She turned her head and spat on the floor. "You were a slut before they came, and you're an even bigger slut NOW!"

Pinkie stared at her for some moments, then her face changed. She dropped her hands, then stood to her full height and looked her straight in the eyes. "Yes, it's true I enjoy the company of stallions," she began, as her voice grew sultry, "I very much enjoy sucking all the thick, ooeey-gooey cum out of their loooong, haaard, throbbing cocks until their balls are dry. Then having them turn me over, and fucking me in my O so willing ass or my sopping wet Pinkie Pussy until I can't walk straight," she moaned as she spared a hungry glance at the big stallion. "And yes, it's true I've been freely "available" to the Caribou, (and here her eyes grew hard) whether I wanted to or not." Then she scowled and took a menacing step forward. "But don't pretend you're any different! I know alllll about your (she raised her fingers to make the air quotes) "private fitting sessions," and how 'popular' they all were, with stallions AND mares!"

Rarity's nostrils flared as she clenched her jaw. Her cheeks flushed red, and she was just about to retort when Pinkie held up her hand. "Don't bother denying it! For as long as we've all known you, you've always pretended to be ohhhh so genteel and proper, but the truth is you love dick and pussy more than any of us! You are just as much of a slut as I am, but the difference is I'm not ashamed of being called one, you hypocrite!" In the ensuing silence, she then turned and walked out of the room. Just as she left, she looked over her shoulder and gave a final parting shot.

"I'm glad you're still alive." She stared at her for a brief time as a single tear freed itself from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. "I missed you." Then she was gone.

Mac and Rarity walked the rest of the way into the kitchen in strained silence; the stallion knew better than to speak to her after that little scene, and she was far too embarrassed to say anything about it.

Her cheeks were still flaming when they entered the kitchen, and she saw Applejack, Apple Bloom, and three other ponies she didn't know. Both AJ's and Apple Bloom's eyes flew wide once they saw her, and they immediately flew to their hooves and glomped her. "Rarity! Thank Heaven, Ah thought you wuz DEAD!" cried Applejack.

Apple Bloom looked eagerly behind her. "Is Sweetie Belle with you? Where is she?! Didn't she make it too?" At the mention of her little sister, Rarity's face grew dark. She gently pushed them off and took a seat at the table, as Apple Bloom exchanged a puzzled look with her sister. Quietly, Bloom ventured, "S...she's alright, ain't she? If'n yer safe, she must be...right?"

Rarity sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "I'll...speak about her later..." she said in a low, pained voice. She looked up. "But for now, tell me about yourselves. How did you all escape?"

Applejack sat down next to her with her sister, took a deep breath, and recounted for her the months of dealing with the Caribou magistrates, her red-collar trial, the horrible rebellion of those two black-collar mares, and their having to flee the Farm in the dead of night. Then she indicated Fine and his family. "These ponies came to us a few weeks ago, seekin' help from the Enemy, but all we could do wuz send 'em to Zecora." She looked up at Fine and added, "Ah suppose Ah better let them tell their own story."

The bespectacled stallion came forward. "My name is Fine Print, this is my wife Meadow Sweet, and my daughter Sweet Blossom. We fled Town a few weeks after the Caribou arrived, and were hiding out in the Forest with a Resistance Force, but there were...problems."

Rarity's ears perked up at the mention of the Force. "And who was running this Group? Mare or stallion?"

"The original Group we were with was being run by a big Earth pony named Brand, Things were pretty much okay, until we ran into another Resistance Force that was all mares, led by a mare with a multi-colored mane."

A cold hand gripped Rarity's heart at this, but outwardly she remained calm. "Indeed? And what was the trouble with them?"

Fine shrugged. "I'm not sure. It could have been the Caribou magic, or it could have just been the fact they'd been without male company for so long, but a large group of them rebelled against their leader and forcibly raped myself and Brand for hours. Maybe even a few other males also, as far as I know." He turned and looked at his wife. "They almost killed Meadow as well, so when the big stallion got us free, he captured all the mares and turned them over to the Caribou."

Rarity's voice became low and dangerous, and her hand strayed involuntarily to the knife hidden on her lower back. "And...the lead mare? The one with the 'prismatic mane?' What happened to her?"

Fine was so caught up in telling his story he completely missed the tone of her voice, but his wife picked it up. She spoke up quickly and interrupted him, "We're not sure...she might have gotten away, as far as we know." She stared straight into the white unicorn's eyes, watching her carefully for her reaction. "Is she a friend?"

Rarity stared back, then slowly took her hand away. "Yes. I've been worried sick about her, and desperate for any news."

"I'm sorry," said Meadow, "but know that's why we left Brand's camp. We hated the fact he sold out ponies to the Enemy, no matter what they did to us. If he could betray one of us, he could betray us all. We felt he could no longer be trusted."

The white unicorn sat back in her chair and clenched her fists as she continued to stare at them, then said, "You all took quite the chance going out on your own like that. How did you find..." then she closed her eyes, grimly smiled and held up a hand, "...wait, don't tell me: Pinkie told you about this place, right?"

Fine nodded. "If it weren't for her, we'd still be wandering out there in the Forest, or recaptured by now."

She snorted. "So, the slut really is good for something other than sucking the cocks of the Enemy..."

"And for letting them fuck me in my ass!" cried a voice, bitterly. Everypony spun around, to see the pink mare standing in the doorway of the kitchen with her fists balled up at her sides, tears streaming down her face. "As if I had a choice!" She pointed to her collar. "They made me wear this a few days after they took over! After they raped me for days!! She stepped forward, still weeping. "So my choices were, either submit to their sexual demands, or go mad!!" She screamed this last word so loud her voice cracked. Then she walked right up to her former friend and leaned down into her face. "But do you know, Rarity, what was even worse than all that? It was not knowing if any of you, ANY OF YOU, were still alive...if you had been abused like I had been, if you'd taken the easy route and gone crazy, or if you had all been killed...I. DIDN'T. KNOW!" With that, she turned and walked away, still crying bitter tears.

There was a complete silence in the kitchen, as eveypony looked everywhere but at the white unicorn, whose cheeks were burning. After a few seconds, she jumped to her hooves and cried, "Pinkie! Wait!" and ran out of the kitchen after her. All remained as they were, hearing low talking, then further weeping, then after a few minutes the two mares returned, walking hand in hand. Applejack and Apple Bloom burst into tears, then jumped up and ran to them, then they all held onto each other as if their lives depended upon it.

Luna looked up from the bed of her cell, as she heard the far door down the filthy hallway being opened. More Caribou beasts come to have their way with Me yet again, no doubt, she thought to herself. She was secured to the wall by a single long, thin chain, which itself was fastened around her neck. It obviously amused them greatly to afford her only rags that barely covered her, for the slightest breath exposed her nipples and the rag she wore around her waist did little to hide the fact they'd given her no undergarments.

Not for the last time, she reached up and felt the nub that was all that remained of her horn. More than the rapes, more than the humiliation, this loss cut her deeply. For over a thousand years, she and Her Sister had existed as Alicorns, the Highest form of Being in Equestria. And now? Now...she was little more than a captured pegasus mare, who lacked the room to even fly. Why they had not shorn her wings she did not know, though she was sure it was for some reason that served their amusement. She sought Her mind desperately for any memory of a spell or incantation that could restore a unicorn's severed horn, but even if there were, she would need her original horn for such a spell or incantation to work. And those pigs have no doubt disposed of it by now, or used it for some unspeakable purpose.

She looked up again as she heard hoofsteps coming closer, then frowned as she saw who it was that stopped in front of Her cell, grinning down at Her. Her hatred of the Caribou was deep, and burning, but if she existed yet another thousand years, she would never, EVER, forgive those that were now entering her cell and removing their trousers. "Hello, Luna! Remember us?" the first of the two former guards spoke.

"How could I forget those that so willingly betrayed their Oaths, their Sovereigns, and their Nations?" she replied bitterly.

The guards laughed. "Now, come on! Don't be that way! Or else this won't be fun for ALL of us!" He stepped out of his pants and pulled his briefs all the way off, as his partner did the same. They pointed to the floor. "Get down here on your knees, slut!"

Luna climbed off the bed and remained on all fours as she crawled up to them, stopping only when she was face to face with their crotches.

They smiled down at Her. "You should know, my friend and I think you suck dick waay better than your Sister!"

She sighed, and began stroking them both. "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"

He closed his eyes and leaned slightly back. "...don't care...just start sucking, like a good little slut..."

She ground Her teeth for a moment, but held in Her anger and obeyed. Opening her mouth, she first licked all around the head, then engulfed his cock in Her soft, wet mouth and suckled on it. Once it was nice and sopping, she switched over to the other, knowing from experience the faster she made these bastards cum, the sooner this ordeal would be over, and they'd leave Her in peace for another few hours. At least this time there were only two of them, and they were stallions. Caribou were much crueler and tended to have much more sexual stamina.

She began deepthroating the one while caressing the balls of the other, then switching over and doing the same. Soon, one started moaning louder than the other, so she doubled Her efforts with him until he grabbed Her by the head and began pumping his cock down Her throat. She stared up into his eyes because she knew that's what he wanted as he fucked Her face, then he buried his dick in Her mouth and pumped Her full of his spunk, which she obediently swallowed. As he stepped back to catch his breath, she focused on the last one, grabbing his ass and bobbing Her head up and down on his dick, trying to get him to cum quickly.

Her efforts were soon rewarded, for he began bucking and moaning, "Your mouth is amazing, slut! Take my load! Swallow it all!" His screams grew louder as he came, then shot his load down Her throat as she once again gulped and slurped it all down, filling her stomach with hot cum.

Once he also stepped back, she lowered Her head as she remained on Her knees. "Will that be all, Masters?" already knowing the answer.

They both smiled at each other. "Not EVEN close!"

So she sighed again, and without any prompting by them turned and climbed back on the bed, lay down on Her back, and spread Her legs. She watched them as they played 'rock, paper, scissors,' for best two out of three. The winner raised his arms, and went "Woo HOO!" then climbed on top of Her. She wrapped Her legs around his waist as he slipped inside Her. He even had the audacity to plant his lips on Her's but she didn't dare to try and bite him or refuse his tongue. She'd tried that once in the beginning.

ONCE.

Fortunately for Her, he was what Her former maids would have described as a 'one-pump-chump,' for it only took a few moments of him frantically humping her pussy before he came. She knew the drill, so she rolled Her eyes back and moaned, crying out, "More, Master! Fuck Me harder!!"

But he fell exhausted onto her ample chest, breathing as if he'd just run a marathon, then pulled himself up and panted, "That...that's all you get from me, cunt..." As he climbed wearily to his hooves, the second one approached Her, smiled, and made a twirling motion in the air with a finger. She was well aware of that meaning, so she turned over, went to Her knees, and spread Her asscheeks. She only hoped there was still enough of Her spit on his dick to make the insertion less painful.

There wasn't.

As she lay painfully on Her side an hour later, she heard hoofsteps again approaching. So soon? I thought I had at least another few hours...

But to Her surprise, it wasn't the Caribou, nor even another stallion. "Sister! What are you doing down here?!"

Celestia gazed sadly at Her, then said, "I am sorry, Princess Luna."

Luna's eyes grew large as she climbed off the bed and went to the bars of Her cage. "Why art thou being so formal with Me, Sister?"

Instead of answering, Celestia took a long bundle out from under Her clothing and gave it to Her. Luna's hands trembled as she took it, then she looked back up. "What...what is this?"

She nodded at it. "Unwrap it."

Luna slowly did, then gasped and almost dropped it when the folds of cloth were pulled back to reveal her severed horn. She looked up. "How...how did you get this?!" Her "Sister" shook Her head sadly.

"I am not Celestia."