Fall of Equestria: Rebel Princess

  Disgust, I can’t remember the last time I felt so disgusted in my life. Laying before me are the bodies of caribou. All killed as they were performing acts of various degrees of… I can’t even begin to describe it, against mares, citizens of the country that has for the most part shunned and rejected me. The mares look up at me, their expressions ranged from blank stupor to anger to relief. There are stallions as well in the group, shocked at the violence I have committed on the foreigners. The stallions have to be subdued for now, until I can figure out what is going on.

  Two years, it has been two years since I stepped hoof back onto Equestrian soil, a land that I once called home, then abandoned for my own reasons. Only one caribou, the apparent leader is left alive, though unconscious. Examining the mares closer I instantly notice their lack of clothing, save for a collar of some kind, either colored red, purple or black. The ones in purple seem confused or trying to continue the debased acts, either with the trapped stallions or the other mares, even after being restrained. The red collared mares seem angry, calling me a murderer, as if I did not save them from the mass rape they were forced to partake in. The black wearers, however, are happy and relieved, trying to drag their obviously abused and exhausted bodies towards me, preferably for safety.

  This was my first step into understanding the degradation of my country, of my ponies. After hearing the stories of how far the caribou plague has spread I figure the best place to hide these ponies and myself is in the shadow realm, a realm I have grown too familiar with. This is the safest place I can think of for now to learn, study and plan how to deal with these… these… vermin.

~~~~~Six Months Later, caribou outpost on the edge of the Equestrian border~~~~~

  “Sir, there are no signs of any rebels in this area.” I just look at the stag before me, wearing, from my understanding, the accouterments of a runebinder, someone I really need to get my hands on if I am to understand how to defeat them. Thankfully my disguise holds up as he looks my way.

  The encampment I infiltrated is small and very military looking. Tents are lined up in two rows with two bigger tents on the ends serving as a mess hall and the other as a field hospital. There is also a forge and blacksmithing equipment in the middle, along with a map of the surrounding area. The only thing I find loathsome are the few mares and the cows crammed into a corral opposite the tents, waiting to be used. The area around us even seems… bleaker, as if a tinge of blackness has seeped into everything, to include the sky, clouds and sun above us. There are no sounds of happy birds tweeting or any other signs of life outside the fences.

  “Very well, when is our next supply convoy coming?” The runebinder asks, somewhat annoyed, either by me or the fact he hasn’t raped a female in an hour, either way, I don’t care. I know I have to be patient, after experimenting on my first caribou captive I’ve started learning the ins and outs of their special armor and weapons, what they can protect from and what they can’t. I need to wait for him to be at his most vulnerable, which knowing caribou, should be soon.

  Crap, they have scheduled convoy drops here? “No idea, Sir. It seems as if they convoy has been delayed for some reason.” Sure enough the stag approaches one of the cows waiting for him eagerly. Already she is letting out little moans of pleasure as she nuzzles his crotch. Alright, best time as any, I guess.

  Suddenly, the stag’s body is gripped by a couple tentacles, alarming the cow, who screams out. With a sudden flash both myself and the runebinder disappear. Once I get what I need from him, he’ll be just another plaything for either those I have been able to rescue, or the denizens of the Shadow Realm. It will be determined by how badly I want him to pay.

  As I approach the camp it seems that whatever has been effecting my citizens can’t reach here, which is both a good and bad thing. I need to find a new location, one in Equus as already the stallions, mares and foals are showing signs of light depravity. Even some of the younger foals seem to have absorbed the powers of this realm, uncontrollably able to use its power.

  Grabbing the caribou roughly I drag him through the dark, twisted forest that leads to the camp. The dead looking ‘trees’ shift and move as we pass, creatures of alien design skitter either out of sight or across the path, either way giving us a wide berth. The stag kicks and struggles as best he can in his binds, shadows cover his antlers as well, cutting off his magical usage. “You brought this pain and suffering on yourself, you and your kind.”

  The stag just looks at me, bewildered as my disguise falls away, revealing my true form. I’m wearing a pair of leather pants and a matching corset that covers most of my upper body. Fingerless gloves reach all the way to my elbows as a few mementos from my old life, six pendants shaped like the reformed Elements of Harmony are now fixed onto a specially made bracelet. Three more cutie mark shaped pendants adorn my circlet, which was reformed from the old crowns of Celestia, Luna, Cadence and Twilight Sparkle (How some of my rescuees managed to get them, I have no idea). Finally a locket, shaped like Celestia’s cutie mark with Luna’s added in, rests right above my heart, inlaid in my corset. A patch covers up my left eye.

  “How dare you kidnap me you worthless cunt! Let me---”

  With a growl I turn around to face him sharply, the back of my hand smashing across his jaw. “If you hadn’t noticed right now, shitbag, we are no longer in Equestria. Tartarus, we are not even in Equus, we are in MY realm, and there is only one thing you will find here, suffering the likes of which you could never imagine.” With a whistle the nearest creature, a shadow mastiff, approaches, sniffing at me then the caribou. “However, how long you suffer will be determined by how quickly you give in and tell me what I need to know.”

  The caribou just sneers at me, to which I just laugh before planting a solid kick into his groin. “Good, I love it when they fight. You seem to love the idea of raping unwilling mares, buffalo and gryphons, so let’s see how long it takes for you to beg for mercy.” With a flash he is repositioned, forced onto his hands and knees before I remove his waist armor, exposing his ass to the air, which I dowse with the scent of in heat female mastiff along with his muzzle. With another whistle more mastiffs appear, snarling and growling as they approach him, obviously attracted by the scent. “Have fun, I’ll be back in thirty minutes to check on you.”

  As I approach the camp a pair of stallions stand at attention, blocking my path with their weapons. “Halt, Blue.” The guard on my left says, his tone full of authority.

  It takes me a few moments to run through the various challenge word groupings until I find the right answer. “Honesty.”

  “Welcome back, your highness. Have any luck?” My second in command, a bat pony stallion who used to be a lieutenant in mom’s Lunar Guard special forces division, asks in his professional tone. Does this guy ever remove his armor? Or are the rumors true?

  “Thank you, Night Striker, and yes, I was able to find a runebinder. Hopefully he’ll give us the answers we need so we can relocate soon.” As I step through the camp he falls in line, behind me and off to my right. Before he can respond I make my rounds of the camp, the members bowing as I walk amongst them as if I were their equal. I even take some time to play with some of the foals, much to Stalker’s ire. “Relax, lieutenant. We need to remember what we are fighting for, and these little ones are part of that.”

  As I’m mobbed by a group of foals in a group hug I spot one who is off on his own. With a sigh I just watch him for a moment before my attention is turned back to the happier foals. Drawn by the commotion, five fillies appear, a unicorn, a pegasus and four earth ponies. All of them look scared, sad and nearly broken as they come out of the building reserved for only them.

  As they approach the other foals depart, mostly out of worry or concern. “Did… did ya find ma granny, sister an’ brother, Moonshade?” The yellow earth pony asks first, her pink bow hangs sadly from her crimson mane. Her voice, it sounds as if she has lost all hope, or has become too broken to fix.

  Flanking her is a white unicorn filly with a curly mane and tail of pink and purple and a pegasus filly with a purplish mane and orange coat. The fourth of their group holds onto the filly who talked first, her coat is a light brown while her mane and cropped tail matches the crimson of her cousin.

  Never expected these two to be hanging with them, but then again, trying times like these can do weird things. Hiding behind the quartet is a grey coated earth filly with a silvery, braided mane and tail wearing teal blue glasses and necklace. Next to her is a pink coated filly wearing a tiara on her purple and white mane.

  “I found Big Mac and AJ, they’re still at Sweet Apple Acres. As for Granny, I do not know where she is at. I promise I’ll try to rescue them as soon as I can. As for Rarity, I heard she is up in Canterlot right now, Sweetie Belle. I haven’t heard much about her.” I pull the trio into as tight of a hug as I can, letting their tears soak into my fur, petting them as gently as I can. “Scootaloo, I haven’t been able to get any information on Rainbow Dash, sorry.”

  It takes some time but eventually I break away from the trio, giving the other two fillies of the group a similar hug for comfort before I turn around, my heart, and features, hardened as I go to retrieve my newest prisoner.

  I can tell the mastiffs have had fun with the stag, despite his unwillingness. If it wasn’t for the makeshift stand he probably would be lying down weakly right now. Before the next one can mount him I whistle, drawing their attention and pulling them back. The mastiffs are still aroused as they circle me, sitting in a way that exposes their hard, red organs and knots, some of them show signs of use as smears of blood and semen mix with fecal matter.

  As for the stag, his asshole seems unable to close as a mixture of cum and blood leak from the orifice, his jaw is hanging open as he spits up copious amounts of canine seed as well. “So, how does it feel, to be raped over and over again? I hope you enjoyed it, vermin, cause that will be your new life, unless you teach me what I want to know. This is a much more generous offer than what you and your kind gave the mares.”

  The stag just looks up at me, his eyes glazed over as he tries to speak. Before he can utter a word a gag is shoved into his mouth and the setup forcing him onto all fours is readjusted magically to force him to walk in that position as his back end is covered up and the rest of his armor is removed.

  The whole walk back to camp is relatively smooth, if you don’t want to count the various times the mastiffs have tried to mount him. What does surprise me, however, is the sounds of sobbing coming from the stag. He isn’t the first one to have cried after being captured and raped, though I never really wanted to figure out why. Maybe I should, give myself an insight to caribou psychology.

  Again as I approach I go through the challenge, only this time the sentries inspect the stag for any possible hidden weapons or whatnot before letting us continue, which the trail I take is kept out of sight of the members of my small community. Night, thankfully, decided to wait for me and was about to get into line with me before I stop him. “Lieutenant, find me Dr. Sunshine. Tell him I want him over at the captive’s compound, if he is not busy. Also, have Dr. Flare come as well, I think it’s time for these stags to get their weekly check up.”

  Thankfully, with the amount of trauma my subjects have encountered, I was able to rescue a couple psychologists and doctors, though it still seems like not enough for my small, but growing community.

  A salute and hurried “Yes Ma’am!” are the only answers before he trots off quickly, leaving me time to think over what I have witnessed so far from this stag and the others I have captured. Some of the stags have begun falling apart at the start of their first rape session, while others broke after a few sessions. At first, I thought it was because they weren’t happy to be on the receiving end, but now, maybe it speaks to something else, something deeper.

  With a sigh I undo the gag, letting the stag take a few breaths, what he does instead catches me by surprise. “P- please Vadik, d- don’t hurt me anymore! I- I’ll be good, I promise!” What in Tarturus is up with him, who is Vadik, and why would he hurt him? I just continue to watch him, a bit perplexed by this development. Despite his bonds I can tell he is trying to curl up protectively for some reason. Did… did something trigger in his mind? With a frown I undo his bindings and even the collar, ready for him to run, but instead he just curls up on the spot.

  “Moonshade, I hea--- does what you called me for have to do with that stag? What did you do to him?” As Dr. Sunshine approaches I can’t help but greet him with a hug and smile. I am glad I was able to get to you, I owe my life to you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.

  “Yea, the stag started… begging not to be hurt by someone named Vadik, again. I think… if this isn’t a trick, I think there is something wrong with the caribou culture. If I’m right, they don’t just rape their cows, but those under them as well.”

  “I figured as much based on what I have noticed from the stags I have been in contact with. However, they must have ways to repress those memories which only come out during certain… traumatic events. It’s like… it’s like the caribou… thrive on sexual dominance. I’m sure you have questions for him, but give me some time to see if I can get through to him. Though maybe some of your magical prowess could help.” The doctor gets up and looks and me, sighing, probably at the weight of this new task.

  As much as it sickens me to help any caribou, specifically stags, I know this is the only way to get the answers I need. “What do you need of me?” Hopefully soon a couple of the unicorn mares will have their horns fully regrown, I’m just glad the horn cutting isn’t permanent. I just hope teaching them to use their magic again won’t be as hard as it was teaching the pegasi how to fly. A few of them… I’m not sure if they’ll ever fly again, I just hope I’m wrong.

  The hand on my shoulder and the familiar smile breaks me out of my thoughts.”I will need that calming spell you said you learned. Maybe that and a spell to ward off those memories, or at least lessen the severity of their effects.”

  “Sure, in the meantime, where should we house him? I don’t want him mixing with the main community, and if you’re right, I don’t want him with the other stags either.”

  Sunshine just shrugs as I pick the stag up in my magic, trying to figure out why I feel compassion for this… thing. “You remember our first meeting, Moony?”

  “Yea. Twilight, she… she brought you to me after I… I tried to kill myself.”

  “Do you remember what you said when she brought up friends, and the question I asked you?” At his question he stops me by standing right in front of me, looking me in my eyes.

  “Yea, and I… I remember saying something along the lines of not being safe to be associated with.”

  His short laughter at my hung head and pinned ears bring me to smile a little as I look up at him. “Correct, and what ended up happening?”

  “I… I was wrong about myself and made friends. Shit, I… I might have even been in love.” The memory of Lily before the Fall brings a bitter smile to my muzzle. “I… I think I understand. If I could be wrong about myself, then I should allow myself to believe my thoughts of others could be misguided as well.”

  “Seems you have learned a great deal since we first met, and grown as well. I am glad to have seen the progress you have made. You have become a fine princess and a good mare, never forget that. Unfortunately, I am not able to work with him right now, I will get to him tomorrow, as soon as I can, okay.” He walks away after patting me on my shoulder before he leaves.

  “I hope you are right, Doc.” The words are exhaled and laced with concern as I put the stag to sleep for now and cart him off to what I hope is a good space for him to rest for now.