Applejack walked forward to her destination. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. She could already smell the Warbeast’s musk. Unlike most of the mares she met, she and her sister Applebloom seemed to be the only ones who hated that smell. Even Rainbow Dash seemed to like it to some degree.
She hated her life. Each day she was raped, her privates constantly sore. She hated the Caribou. She hated stallions, with the exception of Big Macintosh( they weren’t as close as before, and she was sure she’d never would be.) She hated everything but Applebloom and Rainbow Dash. The latter, though, was starting to break. She said that the rapes weren’t hurting her any more. Applejack felt like crying when she heard that. The rest of her “friends” turned on the three when they wouldn’t submit to freely giving up their bodies as sex toys. She viewed them as traitors.
Applejack wanted to kill herself. Unfortunately, depending on the view point, she never got enough nerve to actually do it. And there wasn’t any easy way to do so, either; all items that could be used as weapons against the Caribou, no matter how unwieldy or impractical, were kept from mares. She could drown herself, but that was the one way of offing herself she absolutely refused to do. She hated the idea of drowning, it being her least favorite way to die.
Applejack’s morose thought were interrupted by a feeling suddenly coming over her. The feeling of being watched. She glanced around. No one was there. She swallowed her sore throat. Something felt off.
The feeling went away as quickly as it appeared. She stayed still for a few more moments before shrugging. Then Applejack sighed as she continued on her way to do her “job”, tending to the Warbeast.
“Now Mr. Nangash, you have to stay still to let me collect your milk,” said Fluttershy as she stroked the Warbeast’s erect cock. She breathed in, sighing softly. She loved this smell. And the taste of it.
She was about to give it a tender lick when the animal suddenly snorted and knocked her over as it dashed away. She blinked, laying on her back. She moved her head to see the retreating Warbeast, heading out in the corn fields.
Fearing she would be punished, which was not as fun as letting the males use her, got up and started to follow the Warbeast.
Fluttershy jogged after the beast, “Nangash! Come back!”
She heard the Warbeast cry out in surprise, which was suddenly cut short. Her jog turned into a full on sprint.
She reached a clearing in the corn maze and skidded to a stop in horror at what she saw.
Nangash was on its side, dead. A bipedal figure had its skinny, gray back to her, and was no doubt eating Nangash’s flesh.
It didn’t seem to hear her, and Fluttershy decided she’d rather face the Caribou’s punishment than dying from a monster. She turned around and started to quietly tip-toe away from the monster.
On a whim and a feeling, she looked back. She wished she hadn’t. The monster had turned its head to her and was staring at her with large, black eyes. It’s mouth was covered in blood, flesh hanging out the side. Blood dripped down its chin as it just stared at her.
It suddenly moved. Faster than what its malnourished-looking body should have been capable of, it dashed on all fours to the side. It disappeared into the corn maze, leaving a quivering Fluttershy.
Rainbow Dash grunted as she pulled the heavy plow. The heat was bearing down on the Pegasus, causing her to sweat profusely. She felt like she was about to pass out, but the Caribou wouldn’t let her. They’d rape her while she was unconscious and beat her when she woke up.
Rainbow Dash was pretty sure she was delirious now, as she saw a creature of some kind scampering out of the corn field and into the direction of town. She ignored it, focusing on pulling the plow and not dying from heatstroke.
Pinkie Pie gagged around the cock in her mouth. Her hands gripped the Caribou’s thighs, trying to take as much of the dick as she could, even though she was already balls deep. The stallion at her other end pounded her ass, making her fat cheeks jiggle.
Drool dripped down on the floor, and Pinkie shuddered as the Stallion switched pace. Instead of hard, fast strokes, he slowly moved in and out of her butt, enjoying the feeling of the mare’s anal walls hugging his cock.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and stopped sucking the cock in her mouth when she saw a face peering through one of the side windows of Sugar Cube Corner. It wasn’t a pony. Or a Caribou. Or anything else she’d seen. It looked so sickly, its black eyes giving the appearance of them being sunken in.
The Caribou roughly grabbed her mane and shoved her down on his cock, “Did I say you could fucking stop, whore?”
Pinkie Pie glanced back at the window and saw that the face was gone.
Rarity hummed as she completed her cross-stitches. Carousel Boutique was still open, though it served mainly as a whore house now. Sweetie Belle was the main attraction, able to keep fucking for hours on end. Rarity had no idea how she did it.
Her ears twitched. She heard a scratching at the front door. Thinking it was a lost cat she ignored it, thinking it would go away.
It didn’t. Almost two minutes of constant scratching ground on Rarity’s nerves. Rarity gritted her teeth as she put down what she was working on. She stomped to the door and swung the door open, “WHAT?!”
There wasn’t anything at the door. Nopony was around, as the sun had set and they all had gone inside for the day. She scanned the surroundings, trying to see something that had made the scratches. She couldn’t see anything.
If the light by the door wasn’t on, she wouldn’t have had something catch her eye. She looked down at the door and gulped.
Her door was covered in scratches, the deepest nearly an inch deep. The claws of whatever made them had to be extremely sharp, as there wasn’t nearly any faults or errors in the grooves; they were almost completely smooth.
She glanced up and saw two white lights in the dark horizon. Whatever they belonged to, they seemed to know she was looking at it. The two lights dashed to the side out of view. Rarity swore she saw a silhouette of something.
Shaking slightly, she quickly shut the door and locked it. She decided to go a step further and went around the shop and locked all the doors and windows. She locked her bedroom door and huddled on her bed. She didn’t get much sleep that night.
Twilight Sparkle bit back a moan as vibrator buzzed in her cunt. One of the Caribou had decided it would be fun to see if Twilight could go about her work with a dildo shoved inside her.
Twilight felt another orgasm coming up for the umpteenth time when something moved in the bushes outside the window. Twilight blinked, pleasure momentarily forgotten as she looked into the dark.
Nothing moved. Decided she was just hearing things, she continued her work on the stallion’s taxes she had been given.
Applebloom sighed as she got under the covers in her bed. Big Macintosh still cared for his sisters, despite accepting the Caribou’s rule. Enough so that he let Applejack keep her hat and let them sleep in their old beds.
They were lucky. Most other mares on the farm were forced to sleep in cages. Big Macintosh fought tooth and nail for Applebloom and her sister to sleep in an actual bed. He didn’t stop them from raping her and Applejack, though.
Like usual, Applebloom cried to sleep that night. Unlike usual, though, she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. She, to mild horror, found herself unable to move most of her body. She tried to move her limbs, but they refused to do so.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. She felt something shift at the end of her bed. With great effort, she managed to move her head and neck to look down. Her eyes widened in horror and shock.
Some...thing...was perched up on the board at the end of her bed. It was hairless, and its bones protruded against its skin. It’s eyes were what terrified Applebloom more than anything. They were black. Just...black. No light. No emotion. No soul.
Applebloom redoubled her efforts to move, to no avail. She couldn’t even open her mouth, only managing to whimper. It stared at her for a while, and Applebloom thought it wouldn’t do anything after a while.
That changed when it raised one of its arms. Applebloom shivered at what she saw. At first she thought the claws on its arm was organic, but when it reflected the moonlight, Applebloom knew better.
The claws were metal, and to Applebloom’s disgust, looked like they were crudely grafted to its arm and hand. It slowly lowered its claw to her body. I’m gonna die.
It, with surprising agility, pinched the blanket with its metal claws and yanked it to the side to show Applebloom’s naked body. It’s gonna rape me.
It didn’t. It didn’t even stare at her genitals or breasts. It stared straight into her eyes, never blinking.
For a few more minutes, it didn’t move. Suddenly, and without warning, it raised its clawed arm again. Pointing a claw at her, it touched the flesh between her breasts. Slowly, ever so slowly, it slid its claw down her chest, across her stomach, and stopping at her hips.
It retreated its limb and stared at her again, leaving Applebloom wondering why it did what it did. It leaned forward after a moment, and crawled over her legs and stopped at her pelvis, crouching.
It raised its bladed arm again and this time, it touched the side of the trembling mare’s neck. It traced over her jugular vein, across her throat, and to the other side. It then traced down her torso again.
Applebloom knew it wasn’t going to rape her, or do anything sexual to her as continued its staring marathon. And stared. And stared. An hour must have passed of continuous staring. As time went on, Applebloom got more angry. It just stared at her, almost unmoving. Part of her wanted it to kill her. Or rape her. Or anything but stare at her.
Using all of her willpower, she opened her mouth, “Fuuck….yuuu,” she said with a slurred speech, unable to fully articulate.
As soon as she said that, it launched its clawed arm forward. Applebloom’s irises shrank to pinpricks as the blade stopped a mere centimeter away from her eye. She felt something warm trickle out of her, and knew she peed herself.
She was too scared to feel shame about that as it shoved its face into hers. Applebloom was forced to stare at its eyes. All she saw was black. Endless black. Then it opened its mouth, and Applebloom whimpered as she saw its sharp, jagged teeth.
It growled, and the sound made Applebloom fully lose control of her bladder. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever heard. It was the lowest pitch of a growl she heard, somehow mixed with the screams of the damned.
Tears spilled out of her eyes as she sobbed quietly. It stared at her for a minute more before jumping to the side of her bed. It moved out of view, and Applebloom tried to move her head again, but this time found she couldn’t.
She heard it. She heard its breathing in her ear. It was a ragged, fluid-filled sound, like it had some sort of lung disease. She felt its claw on her temple, which traced down to her jaw before leaving her.
Everything went quiet. She couldn’t hear it any more. Maybe it had left. Maybe-
It suddenly leaned over and down onto her, face to face again and hissed. Applebloom let out a muffled scream before it scampered out the bedroom door.
Applebloom suddenly regain control of her body, and she did what most ponies would have done.
She screamed.
A figure crouched near the edge of a cliff. It was pale, a sickly gray color. It looked terribly skinny, its skeleton easily seen. That didn’t imply it was weak; small, but well built muscles powered its limbs. It’s head was bald, and its big black eyes were so large and uniform that it gave a skull like appearance. It had skinny fingers, not sharp at all. What was sharp was the artificial metal claws grafted onto its forearm and hand.
The Rake looked over Ponyville from the cliff-face it was on. It stared at the small figures going too and fro, while others stayed in one place, locked in stocks for public use. The females here, mares, were barely viewed as deserving of any form of respect, the males viewing them only as vessels for their phalluses.
The Rake didn’t really care. It had no use for sex or pleasure. Well, that wasn’t true. It loved tormenting people, taking after its Master. Master was the one who sent it here. Master gave the Rake free will to do anything it wanted here. It could go on a murder-spree, or just stay back and stare at Equestria’s inhabitants. There was only one catch: It couldn’t go home until it killed the Caribou’s leader, Xensor.
The Rake stared out at the town with its void-black eyes. It wouldn’t do that. At least, not yet. No...first it had to get a feel of Equestria. And maybe have some fun…
It felt it had stared at the town long enough. It was time to go to work…
