Fall of Equestria: The Ghost of Lindisbarne

Chaos. Terror. Rape. These words perfectly described what was going on in the streets of Lindisbarne. Where only moments ago said streets had seen joyous frivolity and mirth, where the air had been filled with laughter and cheers of mares and stallions alike, now it was filled with the screams and cries of the innocent, the crackle of flames as buildings burned all around, and the laughter of those who hunted them down and violated the bodies of those unfortunate enough to be female and caught, and the wails of rage and torment of those unfortunate enough to be the latter but not the former.

All of this had been brought about by those who, moments before, had been the object of celebration in the first place: the caribou. More specifically, the males. Upon their arrival, a huge party had been conceived in their honor to welcome them. However, their intents had been less than benevolent, a fact that the townsponies found out all too late. In but a moment, the stags had taken to looting, burning, and pillaging what they could find. But most of all, to ripping the clothes off of any mares they could find, laughing at said mare's futile attempts to resist with sadistic glee as they violated any and all orifices their victim's bodies had to offer, with only sneers and jeers to give in return for the screams of both their victims and of any stallion brave and foolish enough to try to stop them, either physically or with useless verbal threats and pleads. All the while their possessions were burned, destroyed, or taken from them by force if the invaders thought they were "valuable" enough.

And above it all, perched on a building overlooking, stood a lone figure, watching everything unfold, from the party to the hell that now engulfed the town.

It watched as a small squad of the bipedal beasts kicked down the door to a nearby house, storming inside not even a second after the door flew off its hinges. A shrill female scream erupted from inside, followed immediately by a male's shouted protests. The sounds of electricity could be heard, followed immediately by the desperate screams of the male or males briefly filling the air before suddenly growing quiet. The mare inside screamed out her presumed companion's name, a crash then followed from inside, followed by the sounds of feet desperately pattering against wood. A pony bearing a dark purple coat with a dark red mane and a female form was then pressed against the glass of the building. A big, dark brown hand appeared over her breast, roughly grabbing it as the female screamed , a dark and horned silhouette appeared in the window at that moment. The mare tossed about, trying desperately to get out of the offending creature's grasp, but it was for naught. As she struggled, the hand covering her right breast made a grab for her right arm, holding the mare firm as his left grabbed the rough fabric covering her left side, and with a quick yank the tank top was roughly ripped from the mare's body, destroying the only protection her breasts had from the open air. A scream escaped the mares lips, her struggles doubling as her breasts now jiggled loosely in the open air for all below to see, as a haughty laugh escaped from the offending figure's own mouth. The stag behind her made a grab for her hips. Despite the mare's best efforts to get away from him, the beast had no trouble digging his fingers under her pants and undergarments, a fact that became all too apparent as the clothing soon joined the fate of its counterpart, being ripped roughly from the mare’s body, leaving her nude, exposed, and vulnerable.

"SOMEBODY! HELP MEEE-" She screamed to the streets below as she was suddenly dragged away from the window. A trio of laughs and jeers of "worthless female" came from inside. Her screams turned to sobs briefly, before the banging of limbs hitting the wooden floor once again emanated from the house. The mare inside could be heard begging, pleading with her tormentors not to do... something. A request that was obviously denied, as a moment later it was followed by the shrillest scream the mare had given yet. A scream that was soon reduced to a loud muffled moan as something blocked her mouth.

Despite her pleas to any observers, she would receive no help. No one would come to her aid, as no one was able to themselves escape their own ordeals involving these beasts. In another part, a large and ugly large-faced quadrapedal beast burned part of a building. In another , mares that were stripped naked, crying, and freshly violated if the copious amounts of liquid dripping from their orifices were of any indication, were being bound with leather by their hands and feet, and then dumped unceremoniously onto a pile. From here they would presumably be taken elsewhere later. Or in some cases, immediately, as stags would pick one up, hoist them over their shoulder, and despite their cries of protest, would carry them off to gods-know-where for another round of violation and degradation to suit the stag's insatiable sexual appetites. All while new ones were being dumped into the pile to replace them. The stallions shared a similar fate, most of which were knocked out, while some were shouting muffled protests and some were even trying, in vain, to wiggle their way out of the ropes. Unlike the mares, the stags ignored these bound captives for the most part, only giving them a slight kick when one was making a little too much noise or struggling a little too hard for their liking.

From the building above, a grunt escaped the overlooking figure's throat despite its mouth remaining closed throughout the whole ordeal. It mumbled something in its observations as it looked away from this scene. Something about pathetic creatures. One could not tell however whether the figure was referring to the stags or the hapless ponies. Or both, for that matter.

Without any warning, the cloaked silhouette leapt from its perch to the side of the building, disappearing into the alley behind it, unaware that his movements did not go completely unnoticed.

"Hey, I think thought I saw something over there." A caribou said to his fellow standing next to him.

"Really? Where?" His comrade replied.

"Up there. It was only there for a moment, but I could have swore I saw something jump down. I think. Might have been-"

"Don't think." The stag next to him, apparently his commander, interrupted rudely. "Find out. You heard our Lord. No one escapes."

"Alright, but if it's a cunt, I call dibs."

The stag soldier in command nodded in response, the two of them quickly taking off towards the alleyway where he believed somepony had jumped into. In the alley they saw something alright. But it was not what either had expected, or hoped to find.

"Sir!" The caribou at the end of the alley way saluted. "I thought I saw a runner over here, but it seems I was mi-stag-en." The stag laughed.

"Soldier, this is no time for idiotic puns". The stag commander growled. "Did you or did you not see anything this way?"

"Sorry. No sir. I thought I did, but apparently not. Just a lonely bunch of stags back here."

"Great. Just great." The commander sighed. "See?" He turned towards his subordinate. "This is why I told you not to sample the drinks before the attack started."

"But I didn't! I swear!"

"Yes, I've been stag-ber all day!" The other one laughed, earning another growl from their superior, and an eyeroll from his fellow.

"Oh great, I was hoping for another cunt to stick my dick in, and instead I find a frickin' clown back here." He growled.

"Let's just get out of this dump." He ordered "If we're lucky we might still catch a cunt or two before the day's out."

The two subordinates nodded to each other, and left with their superior.