Author's Note

Warning: This chapter contains Non-consensual sex (Female-on-female, male-on-male, female-on-male), blood/gore/death.

Wild Hunt

Shining Armor almost buckled under the force of impact. He raised his shield each time his nemesis charged or struck with hooves and horns from a thick helmet, answered with blows from his pale sword which cast a shower of sparks. His soldiers knew better than to interfere. This was a duel between the most masculine stallions in Equestria. He was a potent symbol of the resistance that inspired others to never abandon hope.

In contrast the Four Horses of the Apocalypse were carefully crafted to induce terror. It was one of the reasons why their creator had chosen a representative from each type of pony; to make it clear that no tribe was safe from this perversion caused by the blackest arts. It had taken over a year to fully transmute each candidate into their current state.

His troops and the few civilians that peeked from their shelters took in the clash that unfolded. War would pull back, and rush him again-and-again, nearly knocking the unicorn from his hooves as small cracks appeared across a once pristine suit of armor and shield that were now matted in blood and grime. His sweaty muscles huffed under the enchanted suit of pale steel. He'd started to tire after over a half hour of non-stop combat.

However his enemy seemed to have no end of stamina, attempting to rush him down, and all but ignoring the mostly glancing blows he rained back with his broad blade which cracked the spine-covered armor. He saw his lieutenants from the corner of his eye, which included Sunset, Trixie, and Rarity. They all depended on him. He shouted and redoubled his efforts. Landed a blow aided by telekinetics on a helmeted skull that rattled War's brain.

Trixie felt a hoof clasp her own and turned to look at Sunset who watched transfixed with pursed lips. "Hey, don't worry." She said it for all their benefit. "He's winning!"

Sunset shook her head. "I can't help but have this terrible premonition. Should we lose here...all of Equestria might finally fall." She raised a hoof to silence Trixie before she could interject. "I have to put aside my personal feelings and consider the future. Just in case we don't make it, somepony has to be out there to carry on the torch."

"Who...me? Um, I mean, of course Trixie would be happy too!" She raised her snout upwards with a hoof to her bosom, tried to look and sound far more confident than she felt.

The shrill ring of metal-on-metal sounded as they talked. "This is serious, Trixie." She offered her a satchel she unstrapped from around her barrel. "Here's some supplies, including some of the stuff you use for your usual tricks. I made up a survival kit."

Trixie accepted the thick offering, tested its weight, and rifled through its contents. "You expect me to do this alone?! Not that I'm not up for a challenge, but-"

"Of course not. Rarity. I want you to support her."

Rarity narrowed her eyes. "Now wait a minute! I want to protect this camp too-"

"And you will. This is far more important than another able body on the battlefield. Somepony has to track down Starlight Glimmer and the Necronomicon, not to mention any other potential allies we can find. Look at how much we've already lost today. We won't last much longer like this. Always on the run while the enemy hunts us down..."

She shook her head. "I've prepared a small squadron of elite guards to protect you. I'd send Flash Sentry and Fleur di Lis, but..." She looked bleakly at the badly wounded pair who'd been dragged from the bloodied and torn battlefield by fellow soldiers. "Same with Applejack and Rainbow Dash who are protecting the middle section, or Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, who are towards the back. A small party should be able to slip out, hopefully unnoticed. I only hope there aren't any nasty surprises waiting outside the camp."

"As you wish. But I don't have to like it," said Rarity. It was a half-baked plan born of desperation. However it was true that their camp was compromised, and there was a chance the invaders would wipe them out to the last pony. "Let's move out."

Sunset wrapped her hooves around Trixie, met her snout in a deep kiss, then turned to Rarity and warmly embraced her. "I love you both. And I have faith in my beloved," she said with moist eyes. "But I.... It's like when I broke the mirror that connected the two worlds. It pained me to know I'd never be able to return, but I have to do what's best."

"And I'm certain you will," said Rarity. "Take care, Sunset Shimmer."

"I'm sure this won't be the last time we meet. I'd stake my reputation on it," announced Trixie with a flourish of her starry cape. "Well, what's left of it, anyhow. But I'll do whatever it takes to rebuild it, wait and see! Guards, find us a path out of here!"

She took a meticulously drawn and extensive map from the satchel. Notes were made about potential places survivors could be hiding, and likewise where the enemy's hideout was likely to lay. Particularly dangerous areas were also marked. It appeared that entire bodies of land had sunk ever since Equestria had been altered. For all they knew this vast body of land was all that remained aside from seas that were permanently contaminated.

The small entourage slipped out of the camp, carrying their last hopes with them. Whatever awaited them out there, she'd have to be ready to face it.

*****

Rainbow Dash strained as she slowly felt herself bleed out. Her head swam and her thin limbs grew heavier. Her breast heaved and slowed, and she almost blacked out several times, only for a hoof to slap her back awake. The tree trunk was cold upon her back, or maybe it was the cold she now felt all over, only offset by her own warm blood.

Before her Famine hovered in place, met her snout, nibbled upon her lips in a playful manner. "Just lay back and enjoy it! I'll make you moan like a filly in her first heat..." She clasped the zipper of her costume which started at the neck, slowly drew it down to reveal the supple skin covered by a thin layer of fur underneath. She moved it further until her small but incredibly perky tits plopped out, then exposed her already wet snatch.

She eagerly raised one of Dash's dangling legs, pressed their sticky clams together, and with a grunt started to grind upon her, soaking up the warmth and musk she emitted. "Like that, slut?! You like being my little bitch?! Of course you do, you second-rate little-"

"You're...still an overcompensating...tryhard...even now..." She tried to stay focus even as her lithe frame started to numb. She felt their teats rubbed upon each other, their erect nipples dance and kiss, and she instinctively clenched her anus and pussy in response.

Famine molded her petite but well-rounded buttocks. "Talk smack while you still can, because once I've shown you all the pleasures I can provide, I'll introduce you to all the pains, too! Maybe I'll skin you alive while I fuck you senseless..."

Rainbow refused to be intimidated. She wouldn't try to plead or bargain. That wouldn't work with this monstrosity anyhow. She'd simply meet her end with all the dignity she could muster in this situation. She refused to even so much as shed a lone tear before her.

Her one regret was that she couldn't avenge all the victims that Famine had claimed. For all she knew Applejack now numbered among them. She counted Lightning Dust with them; she wasn't the same pony anymore. This was simply a warped monster that wore her skin.

Her eyes drooped heavily. Her mind started to blank. The last thing she saw before she drifted off one final time was a number of wiggling vines, which rose behind Famine, and ensnared all her limbs and throat, oozing a vile substance that dripped over her.

The pegasus screamed and screamed as the noxious poison they secreted entered the wounds left by AJ's molten bomb earlier. The clear substance quickly entered the monster's bloodstream and paralyzed Famine as she slumped down helplessly.

*****

Nor would Famine be the only victim claimed by the vines today; far from it as they continued to spread over the camp. Pestilence watched from the shadows while they did their work, used his magic to help manipulate them, as he could tame his creations, and force them to act however he pleased. He had no idea where Death was but hoped the mistress would accept the loss of one from their foursome. For now he would aid War in his conquest, despite his barely contained contempt for barbarian berserker.

The earth shuddered and fissures opened up all over the camp, emerald vines arising from the dark holes to seize whatever ponies they could find. He decided not to kill them immediately despite how efficient that would be; he understood War's distasteful plan to break the resistance leaders before their followers. Perhaps they would leave a few scattered survivors to spread the message of the horrors that awaited those who resisted.

Sunset's eyes widened. "Shining, watch out-" A coil suddenly seized her, lifted her easily into the air, and held her in place. Tinier vines coiled around her horn and made an attempted spell fizzle out. She screamed in fury and thrashed about.

More of the alchemical creations wrapped around Shining Armor, yanked the sword and shield from him, and the spell he aimed with his horn misfired into the distance, as War slammed his full weight into his armored chest. He tumbled over and rolled, until he came to a stop on all fours, constricted into place by the vines which wrapped around all his limbs. They spread him apart as smaller ones encircled his horn too.

He shuddered when they started to remove his battered armor in an almost mischievous manner, until they denuded the perspiration soaked muscles beneath. Like Sunset he screamed helplessly and hatefully, repeatedly tried to fire off a spell to no avail, as his limbs were spread wide. His allies were wrapped up and locked into place as they were forced to watch the perverse show that was about to unfold before them.

His eyes turned to saucers as a weight fell upon his back, War mounting the unicorn who grit his teeth, feeling an erect phallus settled between his muscular buttocks. The thick slab of meat lined up with his dark taint, and he cried out despite himself once it pushed its way inside, quickly bottoming out inside him. The brute rarely ever uttered a word, let-alone a full sentence, but he hissed, "I'll break that tiny lil' hole like you're a mare in heat."

Grunts escaped War each time he thrust into his helpless prey whose flesh quivered under the brutal impacts. A trickle of blood dripped from a partially torn rectum and dripped down his loins and testicles. He tried not to sob before his followers and failed, but even worse was the physical reaction once his cock unsheathed, and his cheeks reddened as he whimpered and precum dripped from his flared tip. He knew it was purely a physical reaction and yet he couldn't help but feel ashamed and humiliated anyhow.

War had decided to rape the symbol of the resistance into submission in order to break their spirits and assert his dominance as the most masculine stallion in Equestria. The beast of prey wanted to fuck him to death like he had so many other stallions and mares; however he still remembered his orders to bring him in alive and reluctantly obeyed. He bit him on the nape of his neck to make him squeal like a horny filly, slapped his hooves on fleshy flanks that shivered under the impacts.

His bitch was crying as she watched horrified at his lost dignity. When he was merely Big Mac, he'd been too shy to pay much attention to most mares, let alone mate with one, until Sugar Belle entered his life. But she'd been one of many lost in the purges, and with the loss of most of his extensive family, he'd been left broken and hollow, in such a vulnerable state it was easier for the mistress to warp his kindness into malice.

"N-no...ah," cried Shining Armor who silently pleaded for the onlookers to turn away. His nethers violently throbbed, until he felt the heat rush up his length, an explosive series of cumshots unloading from him as he closed his eyes and moaned. "Ugh...s-stop..."

The bucks slowed to a stop as War seized his blue mane, forced his head down, and rubbed his face into the pools of cum he'd left. "Lick it up or your bitch is next."

He doubted the barbarian would keep his word. However he hoped it would at least buy time. His tongue trembled as he planted it in a thick white pool, and he slowly lapped it up. The salty taste wasn't completely unpleasant despite the terrible circumstances.

The vines started to tighten around the observers, to the point where Sunset feared she'd pop. She blubbered uncontrollably with the realization that this was most likely the end for them all and whispered, "Shining, I...I love you so very much..."

Suddenly the constraints fell away as the vines all went limp at once for reasons he couldn't understand. However all that mattered now was the opportunity this presented. Sunset locked her aura around the sieves in War's armor, widened them so that the lighter chain mail underneath that covered the red musculature lay exposed.

Shining Armor levitated the heavy sword into both his hooves as he spun onto his back, swinging with all his might amidst a war cry. War failed to react in time as white steel met flesh, cutting into meat and bone as blade connected with throat, until he cleaved off the abomination's head which rolled amid a bloody spray. The titan's bulk wobbled for a moment only to collapse with a thud. He panted, white fur soaked a shade of red.

*****

Pestilence froze as he felt a cold sword at his throat. It bit into the top layer of flesh, left a warm trickle down his neck. A very feminine voice tittered in his ear. "Call the vines off or else I'll crush your teenie-tiny-testes!" A hoof tightened around his balls and squeezed hard enough to make him yelp low. He immediately did what she commanded, willed the vines to stop, and they all collapsed simultaneously under his mental instructions.

"Take your mask off!" He carefully removed the bird-like mask and attached wide-brimmed hat, and underneath a rather weary Sunburst otherwise looked perfectly normal. His captor spun him around and he came face-to-face with the crazy-eyed Pinkamena.

"Now take the rest of your clothes off too!" He did as she demanded, his cloak and coat tossed aside, until he stood completely bare. She looked him over in approval.

In the midst of the chaos she'd somehow squirmed out of her many restraints, scooped up one of the swords from a dead soldier, and cut down the vines that assailed the furthermost quarters. She tilted her head to one side, her straight hair trailing about her. "Time for a nap," she announced before her snout met his in a deep passionate kiss.

He shuddered in confused ambivalence. He'd only had sex with Starlight because she pushed him into it. Not that he found her unattractive, but the act of mating always seemed creepy to him, the way bodies locked and smashed together, getting wet and hard until one lost control to base desires.... However there was little time to ruminate over that.

She'd slipped some sort of chemical into him when they traded saliva. His limbs became heavier by the second, his senses dulled, and he crumpled paralyzed before the crazed pony. She spread her hindquarters and lowered herself onto his stallionhood. Despite his reservations the slightly bent and thin length reacted to the brush of her wet slit. She brought her weight down and directed his meat into her slimy clam until she took his entirety. Her walls enclosed around him, helped suck him into her love tunnel.

She took his hooves and placed them over her ample buttocks, dragged herself up-and-down his body as she humped him, her swollen teats smooshed and brushing hard with her pokey nipples over his torso. Other than the multiple times the mistress had him raped to help break him for his conversion into Pestilence, he hadn't been laid since, or even so much as masturbated to relieve his pent up desires. As such it didn't take but a couple minutes before he lost it and whinnied as he packed his hot seed into her womb.

With a tee-hee she turned so that her ass faced him, offered him no rest as she started to rise his partially erect member once more, her ponut contracting in rhythm to her hip sways. "Whee! Enjoying the ride? Of course you are!" She bounced atop him until he went fully erect again, unable to hold back his physical responses.

She scooped a hoof into her cunt and licked up his seed. Then she plopped her wide asscheeks down on his face, the soft and pliable flesh parting wide on contact. She mashed her wet pussy and asshole all over his snout, giggled and snorted at his muffled reactions. He lost track of the number of times she took him, until he was completely spent, and eventually he collapsed into a fitful slumber.