Sorted

The tug on her collar pulled her aside and her snout, thankfully, away from the other mare’s smell. She blinked in the green lighting and glanced around, seeing earth ponies being taken their own way so she quickly realized she was going with other Pegasi. She wondered how many there were, but her thoughts were pulled quickly away by a pained scream.

She was led into a warehouse with pegasi in beds, each bed seemed odd, but she couldn’t tell how yet. She noticed about half the mares seemed to have shorn tails and parts of their manes were cut, styled, or braided to stay away from their faces.

She was suddenly tugged into another direction and, over several minutes, led to a bed to call her own. She stumbled when the tugging stopped and she was bathed in golden light, as warm and inviting as the Sun on a warm day.

The feeling was brief as the green light returned. She climbed onto her bed and looked to the mares to her left and right. “Wh-what’re we doing here?”

A green mare with blue mane looked at her with tired eyes. “I will do as you please, master. Please, tell me what to do,” she said moving turning on her bed, her tail moved aside and showing herself to Fluttershy who flinched and looked away.

“The enchantment, to keep ourselves covered. What happened to it?”

The grey mare to her other side answered in a lethargic way, “They took the enchanted gem, make us show everything. Mating all the time,” she winced and lowered her head. Fluttershy noticed her mane was shaved short and her tail was trimmed, a wrapping around her dock kept the hair away and her vulva exposed.

“Wh-who would do such a horrible thing to so many ponies? Why hasn’t the Princess stopped them?”

The grey mare barked a laugh. “The bugs fake our death, take us away, no pony knows we’re gone.”

Fluttershy cocked her head to the side. “Bugs? I can talk to them, maybe they’ll let us go.”

“No! Don’t speak without permission! Don’t move without guidance. Don’t cum before Master,” she curled onto herself and began repeating the mantra to herself. Fluttershy tore her gaze away and looked closer at the ponies around her, every one she could see was a pegasus, their wings were bound, and if not bound them clipped so flight of any kind wasn’t possible, and had varying grades of being shaved, from their manes and tails, to a single mare that was shaved completely bald.

Fluttershy couldn’t look away in time and made eye contact with the bald mare. Where she expected to see some shame and offense, she only saw resignation in the mare. Fluttershy whimpered, lay her head down, and cried into her hooves.

***

The hours passed, there was no talking or idle chit chat, and Fluttershy was shocked when she tried to talk to another pony across the aisle, so she was silent and full of fear when she was awoken and taken to a room that fit twenty pegasi mares. Machines lowered articulating arms that grabbed the first mare, screaming and panicking so much she let her bladder loose on the mares under her.

She wasn’t very popular after that when her wings were clipped and she was set onto the floor, between the group of mares she’s taken her morning pee on. The glares at her were enough to make Fluttershy want to go over and hug the mare, if she could move that far through the still panicked crowd.

One by one they were grabbed, clipped, and set down again until they were all done and led one by one, with several seconds between them down a hall and into another room, this one large enough to fit ten mares. Fluttershy stood with her group, fluttering her wings with the rest of them while they got used to the different feeling of air in their feathers.

A couple tried flight, but it was obviously pointless and a warning from the voice above them ordered them not to attempt escape. They all began to talk amongst each other while they waited, “Wait, did you hear that?”

“Hear what? I’m not listening to anything but my new friend over here.”

“Hush! I swear I heard a scream.”

“A-a-a scream?”

“Was it in fear, are they killing us?!”

“Maybe she was orgasming!”

“No,” the first mare shouted over the quickly panicking ponies in the room, “it was in pain. I’m a nurse and know the sound too well.”

“What kind of pain, can you tell?”

The mares in the room started hushed conversations. “No, I can’t. It’s not bearing a foal or from an accidental broken leg or something… this isn’t right,” she said to herself.

A yellow mare shouted suddenly, “This isn’t right? We’re not even sure if we’re in Equestria anymore and you think a scream is strange?!” she opened her wings and tried to take flight by habit and several actuated arms lowered from hidden slots in the ceiling. They moved quickly and grabbed each of the mare’s appendages and pulled her to the ceiling, leaving her head hanging free while her limbs and wings were held taught.

“Get me down from here!”

The mare panicked and began to fight against the restraining grip and the voice replied. “No move. No sounds. No escape. Punish.”

The room fell silent and the yellow mare hiccupped. Tears fell from her eyes directly down and one landed on Fluttershy. Fluttershy watched in horror with the other mares as the limbs retracted slightly and the yellow mare screamed in fright, then pain, then agony as her hooves were pulled, crunching into the ceiling; following after the gripping mechanism.

“No move. No sounds. No escape. Punish.”

Blood rained down on the screaming mares and when they noticed that the yellow mare was still alive, screaming with them it sent them all into a panic, all except Fluttershy who has pushed herself into a corner and curled into a ball, hugging her tail so tightly it hurt. This is a dream. A nightmare. Wake me up, Luna. Please, Princess Luna.

There was a machine whirring and the tell tale sound of a saw cutting through something, then the room went completely silent. The horror of what they’d all seen at that moment would haunt them for the rest of their lives. The smell, taste, and the very moment itself became part of their phyche as the mare on the ceiling was quickly split down the middle. Everything in her body that could come loose came loose and rained down on to other mares.

The metallic walls were painted red, each mare was wearing a piece of the yellow mare. One mare watched something on her nose moved in a rhythmic motion until it rolled off and added to the splattering sound at their hooves.

The door slid open and the mares were tugged out, one by one, into the hall. Every mare was covered in blood and entrails, every mare was shocked at what’d happened, and every mare knew not to make a sound, not to escape, and not to move, or they’d be punished.

They were led to a massive shower room, divided into blocks that held ten mares each. The voice came over the speaker system with its orders. “No escape. Clean.”

The shower was where every mare broke down, as though their caretakers had allotted them time to grieve and clean at the same time. Each mare didn’t hesitate to scrub another mare clean while crying and being scrubbed in return by another mare. It was loud, it was messy, the floors were red for the first five minutes, but every mare bonded during that time.

Fluttershy kept her heart open and tried to share her thoughts. “We’re not alone, we have each other. The Princesses will save us and wipe this nightmare from our memories, then life can go back to normal.”

A quiet voice spoke up, bringing the reality of the situation back to them. “The dead ones can’t go back.”

Silence, except for water falling, was all that remained as some mares spent time washing their wings and hair again and again. They didn’t care what the soap smelled like or what it was made of, or that now every mare smelled the same so they couldn’t smell each other out of a crowd. Somberly, they prepared and lined up when they were done and the water stopped falling.

They were taken back to their beds where they lay and stared at the ceilings, the green lights reminding them of forests, grasses, loved ones… anything to distract their minds from what they’d seen.

“Hey, Butters,” a mare called from across the aisle. She whined at the shock but grinned when Fluttershy looked at her. The mare spoke softly, but loud enough for Fluttershy to hear if she focused. “Did you go through the don’t escape room?” Fluttershy’s expression was the answer. “It’s okay, we’re alive. We can stay strong for each other.”

“Who, are you?”

“Name’s Blue Skies. You’re Fluttershy, aren’t ya? Well, hot dog,” they shared a smile, “since we’re here for the long haul, might as well make friends, right?”

“Long… Long haul?”

“Yeah, everypony thinks we’re dead back home. Didn’t you hear about ponies ‘exploding’ and they couldn’t find out why? It was the bugs,” she snickered and looked up to the lights. “They’re smart, they know how to make it look like we died. Been doing it for a couple years now across the planet, now they got us. Soon, we’ll be sent off to another place and… nopony knows what happens then,” she said softly, her gaze falling to the floor.

“What’re you talking about? I’m afraid I don’t understand, are you saying we’re being taken across the ocean?”

Blue covered her mouth with both hooves, still a little snot went flying from her nose when she laughed. It terrified Fluttershy when an orange beam of light zipped between their beds, directly over the mess and cleaned it via disintegration.

“Mare, we’re not on the planet anymore. They’re taking us across the universe,” Blue said happily. “Tell somepony else, because if the rotation goes as it has been, I’ll be out of here within two days.”

“Two days?!”

“Just remember this; do whatever they tell you,” she said flatly with urgency. “Anything and everything, and it’ll be a lot easier on you. If you’re a fighter, they’ll break you of that and you’ll be here even longer. Or, maybe you’ll end up on the ceiling,” she snickered when Fluttershy flinched back and looked up, waiting for arms to grab her.

Quietly, Fluttershy started crying and stopped listening to her new friend. Nothing had prepared her for this and there was no way to send a message home… or was there?

Author's Note

Like I said, no sexy, just mental breaking.

I can change it up if it's too much.