I was still a small foal when everything went down. For fifteen years, the Crystal Empire lived in peace, even as Equestria raged around it in armageddon. My mother’s magic sent the Crystal Empire into a different state of being. While Equestria raged around us, we were at peace.

Little did we realize that while nearly twenty years had passed for us, barely a year had passed for the rest of Equestria. Until the day the shield failed.

Mother did her best. Father, at the front of her guards, fought back the oncoming onslaught, but he fell. I stood with Mother, letting her gather my power to protect our ponies.

I remember her scream, and the pain I felt, as our world exploded in light. In an instant, everything I knew, everyone I loved, my family, was gone.

The changelings came and dug us out. I was buried under a mound of broken bits of the castle. They had somehow formed a shell around me. I’m certain that was my mother’s last gift. My horn hurt.

I screamed.

“Good, 626. It’s best if you’re awake for this.”

I pranced in place, as well as I could. All four of my hooves were attached by metal cuffs to the floor. In truth I was barely able to move. I spat words out from around my bit. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“Ah, my little princess pony,” the queen of the changelings spoke in dulcette tones, her hoof caressing my mane, “I was wondering when you were going to awaken. I wouldn’t want you to miss your breeding.”

“B-breeding?” The bit have an awful metallic taste. I wanted to vomit. I whipped my head around from side to side. Behind me, I could hear the snorting of a stallion. I felt something cold and wet press against my hind quarters and felt a long, wet thing drag itself up between my rear legs. I tried to cover myself with my tail, but it too was tied up and out of the way.

I heard lips smacking as a male changeling trotted around to the front. “She’s perfect for breeding, Your Majesty.”

“Muzzle her! And let the breeding begin!”

“Muzzle? Breeding? Wait! Ca-” my voice was cut off by a thick black muzzle that was attached to the straps criss crossing my face. I screamed in indignation, but all that came out was a muffled sound. My eyes welled up in tears.

“Oh, we mustn’t have tears, little pony. You see, after the destruction of Equestria, my hive has been searching all over for pony specimens to breed.”

I felt something breathing on my nethers. Another long, slimy thing ran itself up my most private bits.

“It’s best for everypony this way.” Crysalys murmured as she stroked my mane. “We have been doing this for years. We pick among the best studs, and we breed every single fertile female pony during their most fertile days…”

“You WHAT?” I spat around the bit in my mouth.

“Be calm, my little pony,” Crysalys purred as I felt repeated licks to my hind quarters. The queen of the changelings stroked my mane and continued on, “on the eighth day after your breeding, we will flush your womb, and implant your embryo into a waiting changeling.”

I jerked forward in my chains, screaming righteous indignation. Crysalys laughed, her cackle making me want to snarl and pulse my magics to get me out of my chains.

“You can try to escape all you would like, my little pony, but this is your fate. Every cycle, when you are at your peak, you will be bred, and your embryo harvested. Our success rate has been close to 75%! My workers make wonderful incubators, and the pure, unadulterated love from the pony fetuses have been keeping my hive fed. The creches are full of foals who love us!”

I was quivering, both in righteous indignation and in fear. I could feel my innermost folds being touched by something soft. I could hear sucking, and feel too many sensations. My mind was being overwhelmed. I felt liquid gush from between my hind legs and I cried in embarrassment.

“Very good, my little pony. Don’t you see,” Crysalys continuted, “we are now in a symbiotic relationship. We keep your ponies safe from harm. Your females are bred. Their embryos transplanted into my workers. And then my workers feed of the love of an unborn to it’s proverbial parent, which in turn, feeds the rest of my hive. Why, your very embryo first will be honoured by being carried by none other than me!”

I felt hooves on my back, and something large pressing against me.

“Why, I even picked the best stallion to stud you, little pony.” Crysalis took a step back from me. “Prince Bluebood!”

With his name, I felt my parts split open, and something long and thick slide fully into me. I jerked, when it moved in me, back and forth. I didn’t understand what was happening.

“I,” Prince Blueblood grunted, one word from each grunt, “get all the food I could want for doing this! I’m going to cum!”

With a giant grunt, I felt something pulse in me. Waves of pulses jerked down what was in me. I couldn’t breathe. I jerked in my chains, trying to fight him.

“Take it all! Oh, yes!!! She wants more! Take my cock! Take my seed! Take it all!” Prince Blueblood was snorting each word, as he worked himself in and out of me, pausing only to let another set of pulses run through me. I screamed around my bit, and that egged him on. He surged a fourth, then a fifth time. This was his cock in me, and he wasn’t even who I wanted for my first time.

Then, finally, Prince Blueblood’s weight was off my back, and I was empty. His cock had been in me! He had bred me.

I stood there crying. I couldn’t collapse to the ground, the chains forced me to stay standing. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, before I felt weight on my back again.

“For the next two days, Prince Blueblood will be studding you, my little pony. Close your eyes, think of Equestria, and do your duty. We need all the ponies we can get, and even a princess must be bred! Perhaps, you’ll even grow to like it. In 8 days, we will wash your embryo from your womb, and implant it. During the next cycle, we may pick another stud for you, or use Prince Blueblood again. There is only a small chance that you will end up pregnant. If you do, well,” she stroked her chin with her hoof, ”then we will have to find another pony to wetnurse. We need as many foals as we can get, even a princess’.”

I hung my head, closing my eyes even as the tears streamed down my face.

I was taken later and left in a stall large enough for both Prince Blueblood and myself. I had promised not to run away or fight him. He was constantly on me, breeding me repeatedly, until I was so sore, I couldn’t take him anymore. His long tongue would explore my cleft, lapping up our mixed together juices, and he would devour me with the pure hunger of a starving stallion.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked him around my bit. I still had that horrid metal in my mouth. It was to keep me controlled.

“Doing what?” He paused, then ran his tongue along my cleft, diving it deep into me. “This? I love the taste. I could do this for hours.”

“No,” I hissed around the bit. “Studding me?”

“I get fed. I get females,” he nibbled on what he called my button and my body flushed. “I get laid. What more could a stallion want?”

I gave him an evil look and he laughed, covering me again, this time, belly to belly. He slid inside of me with practiced ease. His lips found me and he kissed me, trailing more kisses down my neck, to nibble on a nipple. His mane had be burnt off in places. There were scars all over his body, and I realized, one of his rear legs was a peg leg. All that was left of his tail was his dock.

In truth, he was a broken stallion. He was still a bastard. He could have refused, but then some other stallion would be covering me. Maybe someone not as good or as gentle.

I laid my head back, and thought of Equestria.

My name is Princess Flurry Heart and this is how I survived.

Author's Note

I wish I could call this "the Canary Files" but I can't.