The Beginning of it All

by Gravestone

Rating: mature
Tags: Second Person, Non-consensual, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Original Character
Length: 2181

A possibility of how ponykind started.

Just one of many theories of how the ponies began.

Before Generation One before anything, there was the past.

Published 2021-06-22 21:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-06-22 21:10:01 UTC

The Begining

Long ago before Equestria, before the Princesses, in fact, even before the three tribes the world was different.

There were no Pegasus in the sky or Unicorns using magic fore there were only Earthponies yet they were not even called that just mear ponies Our story begins here with one pony a very special mare.

Let us go back to that time and see the miracle of how it all began.

The herd of feral ponies grazed undisturbed in the summer heat, blunt teeth greedily ripping up hunks of luscious, green grass. Raising her head, the lead mare cast her gaze across the valley, searching for danger as their stallion patrolled the perimeter; only that morning, he had chased off a roving band of bachelor colts, too young to be considered stallions. To graze freely was a luxury afforded to few equines and the lead mare was ever reminded that danger lurked around every corner. She snorted, turning to nip away an itch from her strawberry roan coat, the red-brown glistening over white hair, a true beauty. Under her watchful eye, the herd thrived and the earth's ripeness showed in their bulging bellies, fat as summer washed over them.

But all was not as it should be for the herd and even the most vigilant lead mare could not protect her charges from the deathly dangers of the sky. She was far from infallible.

A younger mare in her third summer grazed on the edge of the herd, black tail flicking lazily. For some reason, earlier that year, the stallion's seed had not taken in her belly, so she had not produced a gangly-legged foal to join the herd, though she was content. There were many years ahead of her and she was comfortable living within the tight-knit group, skirting around the pecking order with a respectful eye. It may have been a different matter if pickings had been slim and the black mare had been forced to graze on less nutritious offerings. However, she settled at the perimeter of the herd and scraped a hoof through the springy turf, entirely unaware of the oncoming danger.

High above, the dragon circled, a speck in the clear, blue sky. He could easily have been mistaken for a hawk or another bird of prey at his current height: a notion that he used to his advantage. Keeping in the shadow of the few clouds in the sky, he ruffled his orange-tipped wings, using the shape of the air to keep himself aloft with minimal effort. A good fifty-five feet in length from nose to fluffy, orange tail-tip, he growled quietly and licked his chops, hunger rumbling in the depths of his belly. His summer fur was thinner but he still boasted a thick orange mane around his head and neck with two yellow horns curving back out of the tumbling hair. He was a specimen to behold, even if his prey would have little opportunity to admire his form if he had any say in the matter.

Folding his wings in close to his body, he dived, wind rushing past as he accelerated to a jaw-dropping pace. He narrowed his eyes and tucked his wings in closer, better for speed, and dropped like a stone, gaze locked upon the black mare grazing a pace too far from her herd members. A smirk flitted across the feral dragon's lips as he closed rapidly, forepaws and claws outstretched, every muscle ready to snatch up his unwitting victim. The lead mare wheeled, hearing his approach, and the stallion screamed in the distance, rightly struck through with fear. A second too late, his shadow fell across the black horse and she jerked her head up, nostrils flared but it was far, far too late. He was already upon her.

He crashed onto the mare with the ferocity of a true predator, rumbling with growls as she squealed and kicked beneath him, pinned beneath his bulk and within his claws. He scored several gory lines of red across her back before suitably restraining the horse with little to no injury and arched his head down to study his prize. His pink tongue slithered out against her head and neck, drooling onto her black coat. She shook her head in revulsion, the predator's saliva dripping off her dished face, as she feared he was tasting her, preparing to snap those terrifying jaws shut over her head in one final crunch. Eyes showing a white rim of fear, the mare cried out mournfully, sensing death as every instinct screamed to run, to flee! But she was caught, well and truly. Her herd was long gone, kicking up their heels over the next hill as the lead mare took care of her 'living' charges, leading them to safety and leaving the youngster to her fate, utterly alone. What else could be done for her? Every year did they lose herd members and she was hardly an asset.

The dragon's breathing quickened, shocking blue eyes glittering with intelligence; he was far from a dumb feral, more so an anthro in a feral body. The mare's movements beneath him roused a different kind of need - completely natural, though oh-so-more delicious than any manner of feeding. Curling his upper lip back in a ferocious snarl, he felt the mare quiver beneath his stomach, sheath bulging in response to her unintentional ministrations. A decidedly equine shaft slid from the sheath and rested heavily upon the mare's back; it drooled a stream of pre over her shiny, black coat, marking her irrevocably with his fertile scent. Rocking forward, he caught her neck between his jaws, teeth digging in but not breaking the skin as her coat matted with sweat.

Misunderstanding his actions, the mare snapped, panic making breath come, in short, panicked gasps that sawed at her lungs, shaking bodily with terror. When something large and slick pushed against her rump, her tail flagged instinctively, recognizing the feel of an equine member even if her mind was overcome with icy fear. Questions without words flashed through her feral mind and she kicked out viciously, hooves whistling through the empty air: the dragon had neatly sidestepped, dragging her with him. Cock hardening, the dark length glowed with runes the mare could not have understood even if she had had the ability or freedom to look beneath his barrelled flank.

Like-colored runes on the dragon's hindquarters shone bright yellow in the daylight and he adjusted his position, the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock pushing under the mare's tail. She shuddered, muscles twitching in that fashion that only equines can display, fear waning slightly as the notion of breeding battled with the desire to flee, flight instinct bending. Though she was not in season, her season was well on its way and she had observed the stallion mounting other mares as they came into breeding form after dropping that year's foals. Their scent still lay thick across the valley and she inhaled deeply, bracing her hindquarters as if to support a stallion's weight, even if the dragon stood comfortably over her, so great was the size difference involved.

The dragon grunted, breath rushing over the mare's arched neck as he tried to force the too-large shaft into her barely used sex, intent on claiming it for his own. She neighed loudly, calling her herd though they were too far away to hear or assist if they could have done anything at all. Gripping her tightly so that she did not dare do more than shiver, the larger dragon bucked his dick against her winking vulva, catching and sinking halfway inside with a lusty snarl. She squealed, passage spreading around his hot spear, and snorted harshly, tail lashing the underside of his belly. The dragon barely noticed her discomfort, too intent on his prize. Hissing, he ground deeper into the mare, pre-cum making her tight sex slick and dripping between her hind legs; at such a large size, he produced far more than the average stallion, much to her distress.

His hind paws scored huge gouges in the turf as he thrust, burying three-quarters of his cock inside 'his' tight mare. So much better than simply devouring! He grunted, groaning like a true feral caught in the throes of lust, and bucked ferociously, driving the mare forward into his jaws. Rivulets of blood trickled down her neck and the horse's nostrils flared sharply at the metallic scent, fear stirring in her belly even as her body responded to the rough mating. Instinct dictated that she spread her legs and it was difficult to fight what her body wanted so desperately, the opportunity to birth the next generation in her bloodline.

Humping furiously, the head of the dragon's member slammed up against the mare's cervix and she gave a strangled scream, pain blossoming in her belly. She was stretched to her limit but he was determined to jam every possible inch into her tightness, teeth scraping through her short, equine fur. Drool splattered down her neck and she shuddered, revolted by the grasp of a predator. The dragon bucked his hips like a wild stallion, the wicked creature's back rounded as he drove viciously into her warmth, rousing her to a chorus of high-pitched whinnies that echoed through the deserted valley.

The smooth rod powered in and out of the mare, forcing her to submit, even if his size made resistance futile. He hammered into her without care or thought for her pleasure or well-being, not thinking to give a dumb feral a second thought. He did no more than her herd stallion would have done, nipping her neck as he stole pleasure from her unwilling body. The oddly shaped head, so different from his soft, fat shaft, dragged through her folds and drew unwanted throbs of delight from the mare. The small pleasure was swiftly overcome by sharp, pained nickers, however, the horse able to do little more than roll her eyes beneath the onslaught. Quivering, she braced her body against his thrusts, rocking her forward, and struggled to remain balanced on all four hooves, taking every second of the rough fucking like she had seen the older mares face upon second and third breeding sessions. After all, the stallion had to ensure that his seed caught, and mounting them repeatedly was one way for him to ensure the foaling of his offspring.

The black dragon groaned loudly, the sound taking a second to fade as it seemed to reverberate through the equine's very bones. Within her cunt, she sensed rather than felt the flat tip of his cock flare like a true stallion, jamming against her cervix with every brutal thrust until he erupted with a cruel snarl. He spurted copious ropes of seed into his victim, the very force of ejaculation forcing it past the narrow neck of her cervix and sent it oozing out around his length, dripping around her hind legs to pool in the grass. Well-bred and with a deeper need satisfied within her gut, the horse ducked her muzzle, anticipating a fruitful end to the frantic liaison.

Panting heavily as he came down from an orgasmic high, the dragon finally released the mare and she swayed unsteadily beneath his stomach, too exhausted from the breeding to take immediate flight. He, however, was as full of energy as ever and spread his wings wide, sinking back onto his powerful haunches. Taking to the air in a display of power, he pounded the air rapidly with his wings, a sly grin sliding across his lips as he contemplated returning to 'pound' his claimed mare at another time, preferably soon. He would have to see if she was still available later, or at least lacking the sense that had allowed him to take her in the first place. Maybe she would even willingly submit to breeding if she now considered him 'her' herd stallion. He laughed under his breath: some things were such wishful thinking.

Forelegs folding, the horse groaned as she collapsed to the ground, tucking her hind legs beneath and to the side of the bulk of her body. Her sweat-stained belly heaved and she lowered her muzzle, flecked with specks of foam, to the lush grass, ears flicking as the dragon's wing-beats faded into the distance. His seed rested heavy in her womb, where it would reside until her oncoming heat took effect; it would not take long for it to quicken one of her eggs, of that her mare's instincts had no doubt. Only time would tell what creature she would birth if she could settle into her herd's protection once again. Tail flicking, the mare slipped into the realms of unconsciousness, napping to regain her strength as she dreamed of black colts with fiery orange manes and tails, the strongest of the herd.

Unknown to the mare she would be the Dam of two new races for the foals she would bare one would have the wings of flight while the other would hold magic in its heart.