The Hoovefilly's Tale

by Dj Mooncheeks

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Flurry Heart, Alternate Universe, Sad, Science Fiction, Sex, Tragedy
Length: 3424

Equestria, Destroyed: The Hoovefilly's Tale

Part of the "Equestria, Destroyed" Universe, except it happened nearly 20 years later. Princess Flurry Heart is the only survivor of the royal family of the Crystal Empire and is picked by the changelings to breed more ponies.

Published 2017-07-19 17:10:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-07 10:42:22 UTC

My Name is Princess Flurry Heart

I am a rare alicorn. Born to an empire, I was going to be their princess when I came of age in three months.

That was the day when Equestria fell and the Crystal Heart was destroyed.

For six long months, we dug ourselves out. We buried the dead we could find. My horn started to grow back, but it would be years before it was full again. My mane and tail were clipped short to keep them out of my way, and my wing, broken, was kept pinned to my side as it slowly healed. We never found my father’s body, or many others within the Crystal Empire.

I thought my world was already shaken, with the death of my parents, then the changelings came and rounded us all up. Harnessed and chained, the changelings led us, the survivors, away from what was my city. My parents were dead. My mother had shielded me with her own body. My head hurt from where my horn had broken off when the world came down around us. My wing was held in a sling.

I was going nowhere, as I plodded along with the survivors. I kept my eyes downcast. It was better that way. I couldn’t look up and see the black clouds in the sky, or the broken buildings. Keeping my head down meant I was making myself invisible to my captors. I was yet another filly on their chain as they lead me with a bridle away from my home.

For days, we were taken, along what used to be the railway line, far from our home. We were broken, all of us. My people had their homes destroyed. Families were devastated. Mares crooned for their foals, fillies, colts, and stallions.

Food was whatever we found that was edible. I found an apple and gave it to a small foal who had lost her mother. No matter how hungry I was, the foal needed the apple more than I did. I gnawed on some dry grass, hoping it would sate my hunger.

It didn’t.

The changelings who kept guard over us, ignored our hunger. They prodded us forward, until we could no longer think. One hoof in front of the other, as we trod on, following the setting sun.

Finally, we were led to a corral and fresh hay. I waited until my people were fed, then ate from the dregs that were left. I looked over my people as best as I could, finally curling up against a fence post where I tried to get some sleep.

“How many fertile females did we find?”

“Ten of them upon first examination. Four with young foals. Two currently with foals. The remaining four, only one is entering heat. We will work through the herd as the rest arrive.”

“Which one?”

“The broken alicorn.”

I shuddered as I listened to the changelings discuss me.

“She should be bred immediately then. If we are to repopulate Equestria, we need as many foals as can be bred as fast as possible!”

I couldn’t follow their conversation for the life of me. The hive queen, Chrysalis, wanted as many ponies as her changelings could find, and sent them out to all corners of Equestria to bring us back.

I was nauseous. I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet. The palace was my home and a gilded cage. No stallion wanted to come close to me, after all, I was the princess, and if they hurt me, ‘daddy issues’ was the least of their worries. I had never been touched, and now these captors wanted to breed me.

My name is Princess Flurry Heart. These were my ponies. I had to fight for them!

We were herded into a series of ever narrowing fences. I was in the line, pushed and prodded by the changelings, as we ended going down a shut one by one.. Each one of us passed through a series of gates. I heard ponies in front of me screaming in pain, whimpering as one by one, a device was stuck to each pony’s right ear in turn. My eyes went wide as I realized a numbered tag was being given to each.

I dug my hooves in as my time neared. I did not want my ear notched and number and the “Wait! Wait!! I’m Princess Flurry Heart! These are my people! I demand to speak whoever’s in charge!”

“The little fillie has some fire!” I heard from behind me an instant before blinding hot flame hit my flank. I yelped and surged forward. “You are equinus 626 now.”

The harness I was in was tightened, and I was pulled forward to my fate. The sting to my ear was less than my flank had been, and my rear hooves did not want to work. I was pulled, and shoved into a tiny stall, barely big enough for me to stand in. I could not move as the sides pressed into my chest. My head was forced through bars at the front as the rear of the stall closed behind me.

I was trapped. Without my magic, there was nothing I could do.

I heard foals screaming for their mothers and I cried. Other ponies were shoved into stalls beside mine. Soon, there was a row of females, all about my age, in various states of emotional distress. I felt a tongue lap at my haunch and I startled.

“Wait? What are you doing?”

“Checking your fertility levels,” a voice said, as a discussion began behind me. I kicked out, slamming my hoof on the metal bars that held me tight. I couldn’t move enough to do any serious damage. “Now, now, 626. Acting out won’t do you any good. We’ve picked a champion stallion to inseminate you with.”

“N-no…” My eyes spun, my muscles bunched, and I fought against my restraints. I jumped, and freaked, and slammed into the bars holding me tight. I screamed my indignation and tried to buck my way out of my prison cage.

“Stop her!”

My Name is Princess Flurry Heart, and this is the story of how I survived.

Breeding

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.

Egg Wash

For three nights and four days, Prince Blueblood repeatedly mounted me, whether I wanted him to or not.

“It’s your duty, princess,” he snorted at me as his thing slid inside of me. He held me down as he did so, moving inside of me until he grunted, and I felt a new flush of heat from him. He would talk to me as he did it, grunting every few words, “you have to, ugh, make foals, uhh, to repopulate. Ahhh!”

When he was finally taken away, the changelings checked my straps and led me back to the tight pens, pens just big enough that I could stand up if I wanted to, or lay down, but no room to really turn around. My head was leashed to a clip where the trough for food was. My wings were tied down to my sides, and I could tell that several of the tips had been clipped short. My horn was broken, and any magic I could muster fizzled. One of our handlers made sure that there was no way I could do anything to escape.

So I lay when I needed to sleep, and stood when I needed to eat, or defecate. Somehow, they always knew when we were about to excrete, and it was taken away swiftly.

At random, we would be ordered to stand and our caretakers would check on us. Tongues would lap our nethers and, although I never understood their mumblings, I knew readings were taken.

In sections, over the course of a week, the mares would be taken away, and then returned with tears streaming down their faces. As they cried, I could taste their despair. Their foals had been washed out of their uteruses and implanted into willing changeling workers. They would be repeating the cycle, and as the section chosen got closer to me, mares choses to be bred were taken away.

We could hear screaming as unwilling mares fought the breeding.

Then they came for me.

I didn’t fight the prodding or the pulling. I went where the lead directed me. I was placed in a smaller pen, one where I could not turn around.

“Ah, good, there’s 626. Our former princess of the Crystal Empire.”

‘What are you going to do to me, Crysalys?”

She laughed at, chuckling and stroked my mane with her hoof. “My dear little alicorn. Your foal will be implanted within me. As we speak, my drones are preparing you to have your womb washed out, and your embryo salvaged for me. I will be the womb in which your first foal will grow. I will feed off it’s love, as it feeds from my body to grow into a proper pony.” Queen Crysalys’ cackle made me shudder even as she continued, “maybe I’ll even allow it to be born, and not placed in a pod for my hive when it’s large enough.”

“No!” I fought the chains that held me and could not. The pen I was in held me fast.

“Tut-tut, my little pony,” Crysalys clucked at me. “You need to relax. This won’t hurt. Much.”

I screamed in alarm as a solid tube was slide into me. I felt it penetrate my cervix and into my womb. The pain was sharp and it took my breathe away. I gasped and wailed in pain, begging them to stop.

“Oh no, my little pony,” Crysalys chuckled. “Your foal is much needed.”

I screamed as something ice cold hit my insides. I jerked and shuddered, trying to fight to get away, but I couldn’t. It hurt. A lot.

Then it stopped and the tube was removed as liquid drained from me.

“We have it, your majesty!”

“Marvelous,” said the queen of the changelings, as she climbed onto a table in front of me and laid down, spreading her hind legs so that her minions had easier access to her. They slid the tube in, and she closed her eyes, savoring everything that was being done.

Within moments, it was done. My embryo… my foal… was in her! That bitch. That whore. How dare she take my baby! How dare she gloat about it!

My baby. My foal.

I closed my eyes and cried… She was right. I had listen to her minions talk. The pony population had been decimated. Of those that survived, only a small fraction of the females were still fertile. They needed to repopulate as fast as they could. The changelings fed on our love and happiness, and even our lifeforce. They needed us.

They needed our embryos.

Happy changeling workers were the ones who carried our foals. They even allowed their wombs to be viewable, so that the developing fetus could be seen. The workers would talk about how much more energy they felt with a growing fetus. They described feeling better about themselves, and better able to help the ponies rebuilt their population.

The fillies and mares that were fertile, were listed as hooffillies. The truly lucky ones got to carry their own foals.
The rest, like me, were repeatedly bred every month, and our embryos taken.

I cried, as they led me back to my small pen, to away my next breeding.

“Don’t worry, princess, we have new drugs. We will get you breeding again in a week.”

I turned to look at my handler, and hung my head.

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