The Last Stallion in Equestria
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I was the last stallion.

And I crept along the alleyway. The sun was out and danger was about. Coming to Ponyville was risky, even more so with the mares crowding the streets... I was desperate to be here, but I didn't have a choice but to be here.

I stumbled to the end of the alleyway. I didn't duck out straight away, choosing instead to lean my back against the wall of one of the buildings. I stole a glance to my right, spotting a wooden box just big enough to hide under.

It wasn't terribly dark here, but it was dim, and that made all the difference. Taking this moment to steady my breath, I did my best to clear my mind, feeling the collar of my cloak tug at my throat.

“Two weeks without a stallion! Ugggh! It's killing me.”

Hoofsteps.

“Did you hear there's still one left? He's supposed to be like no other.”

More hoofsteps, closer this time.

“A stallion all by himself? Who could allow something like that to happen!? How could Celestia perform such a dangerous spell!”

The sound of my heartbeat blared over the passing hoofsteps.

“Celestia will answer for herself! Such a poor and weak stallion left alone in... in... I don't even know!” the voice had entered into the alleyway. “Worse is that my needs aren't being met. Ooooh! If I were to find that-“

“Sweet Sugar? Where are you going? Protest is that way.”

“We're not taking the shortcut?”

“Nuh-uh. All mares should stick to the main road.” The hoofsteps retreated after the voice had spoken, as my heart struggled valiantly to calm itself. “Celestia's going to see us marching all the way from Canterlot.”

I kept against the wall for some time after the two mares had gone by. It was stupid of me to come, I thought as I shook my head, knowing that arguing at this point would just drain me of any willpower I had left. All that mattered was the mares were marching today, leaving only a few to be on the lookout.

Tighten your cloak, and keep your muzzle down. You'll make it out of this alright.

I came around the box and squinted in annoyance at the light. It was an intrusive thing—it gave me away too easily. It was only when the sun went down that I woke up, but now I had to pull off this heist.

If I did, I would never be caught in these streets or the light ever again.

I peeked out from the alleyway. Looking left and right, I could see the streets were mostly barren. I didn't trust the windows of buildings, but most of the shades seemed to be drawn. Taking a tentative step onto the street, I exhaled slowly.

“Hellooo! Miss?” I flinched at the voice and then became as still as a rock. “What are you doing there? You're going to miss the protest!” Something soft wrapped around my neck, pulling me close to somepony else. “And what's with the cloak, anyway?”

I blinked. From the left corner of my hood, I could see a brown muzzle slowly worming its way in. Yanking my head to the right, I managed the squeakiest voice I was capable of. “S-Social... a-a-anxiety.”

“Oh, you poor mare!” Her hoof slid down to my back, holding me there instead, so I could keep my head away. “It must be from not having a stallion to come home to.” I heard her sigh. “Don't worry about it, now. Many mares are breaking down from the sudden change.” She laughed softly. “You're not alone.”

The words were comforting to hear, even if they weren't true. I'd been alone all my life, and while it was something I had grown to accept, becoming the last of my kind had set me on edge.

“Now then,” the voice pulled me from my sea of thoughts, “we've already wasted enough time as is. You can keep your hood on if you want, but we must catch up with the rest of the protest at once!”

I did my best not to lose my cool.

It was hard to see from underneath the rim of my hood. Mares were marching alongside me, behind me, ahead of me, and everywhere around me. Daring to raise my muzzle enough to look up, I saw the castle perched on some mountain in the distance—the same one I'd fallen from when I first came here.

And I wasn't about to go back.

“You've got a rather square snout.” I retreated my nose further into the hood, hoping it would cast a thick enough shadow to obscure my features. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught three mares to the right subtly walking closer. “But don't take that for an insult! It suits you.”

My mouth hung open and, not risking any words, I nodded instead. The mares stared at me in confusion. Please, oh please don't let that spark their curiosity.

I was sweating again. I could feel all eyes on me—or was that just in my head? I couldn't tell, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't do a damn thing about anything happening right now. More and more, mares strayed further from me, like they could smell what I truly was.

This was a mistake. All I needed was a wagon with some materials. Nothing major—just enough wood to build a small shack out in the woods. I couldn't bear to sleep another night in the Everfree, but at least that was better than being jumped on by every mare alive.

I looked around. We were all still marching. But the mares ahead were peeking back at me, some squinting on the minute details of my face. I was becoming the talk of the group, the odd mare out with a hood, the one that... looked slightly like a stallion. I could hear it. I could feel it. I was doomed and there was nothing I could do about it.

Or so I thought, until my hoof started to rise, pointing at the castle in the distance.

With all eyes set on me, every mare followed the direction of my hoof. In the distance, a transparent dome had settled over the castle. The sudden sight made the marching mares stopped. Huddled together, they whispered among themselves... allowing me space to sneak undetected.

Passing through space between the lines of mares, while keeping my head low, I continued left along the trail we were on. I kept an eye on the castle in the distance, seeing how the magical dome fluctuated in color... sky blue on snow white, the pattern on my mane.

I sucked in a deep breath. Was the castle reacting to me? Did it sense my presence? It saved my life from these mares, but if it started to call out to me I was done for. Even then, I wasn't sure what was the worst fate—being locked up with the princess or one of the dozen or so mares around me.

I made it to the slope of the path we were on. Without looking back, I let myself fall onto the grass, sliding down despite the scratches and burns. Nopony called for me from above. I was heading to the woods below. The slope came to a stop before entry to the woods. My body rolled and flopped into some bush.

I got tangled in the branches, but the bush hid me all the same. Taking a moment to relax, I took in deep, meditative breaths, letting my heartrate get back into check. My body hurt and ached everywhere, but I had to keep moving.

I had to get out of this world alive... and free.

I spent the rest of the afternoon traveling through the woods.

It scared me. The constant sound of branches snapping from underneath my hooves always startled me. Something lurked beyond the tall trees. Nothing I could never see, but I could feel it there, staring. Waiting for the moment to strike.

I wasn't sure what it was, but no matter what, I'd rather be with it than some mare. Which was why I almost cried when I came upon a farm. Clouds were thick in the sky. The farm loomed in the distance. Some barn standing on a hill with a dirt path leading to it.

“Huh,” I muttered to myself, long since having pulled down my hood. Didn't make much sense to keep it up in the woods. “So this is the Apple's farm? Good place as any to scrape from.”

I came over and went on the dirt trail. Glancing left and right, I kept peering into the woods. Things were too calm and silent. I almost feared that a herd of mares would come galloping out from between the trees, capturing me at once.

Looks empty. Do I risk it? I took the first step onto the farm itself, still on edge by how... abandoned everything looked. “There's a chance the family’s out for the march. Argh, this all feels too easy.” I glanced left and right as I came up to the barn. “Look. You're doubting yourself again. You've already made it,” I reassured myself.

I came to the next of the barn. I peeked from its side to find the field barren of ponies. There was an empty wagon nearby—small enough that I could pull it with little issue. For a second, hope flushed through my system, though I was hesitant to embrace it.

“That could work!” I exclaimed to myself, losing my breath at the thought. “They definitely would keep most of their material stashed in the barn. Wood, nails, tools. They'd have everything!”

It wasn't right of me to steal from others but really, what choice did I have in the matter? All I needed was to go into the barn and gather everything I needed, stash the lot in a few spare boxes, then toss everything onto the wagon.

“Could make it through town, too, if my hood is down.” I walked excitedly over to the barn. Thoughts and feelings were racing through my mind and body. Finally I was going to make it out of this alive! “Get some tools, get some food... everything's going to work out just fine.”

“Glad to hear it, partner.”

The voice caught me by surprise, and when I spun around, an orange mare was standing before me. Without a moment to react, she tossed a lasso over my head. She bit down on the rope, pulling it back and tightening the loop around my throat.

“You wanted to get inside my barn now, didja?” She inched her snout up, exposing her brilliant green eyes to me from underneath the brim of her hat. “Hows about you lead the way in? I'd like to have a word with ya.”

She threw me onto a pile of hay.

“So what was the plan here, sugarcube?” The orange mare towered over me, having the right side of her body facing me. Her muzzle was raised and tilted. She stared at me from the corner of her right eye. “Expected the whole family to up‘n leave and join the march, did ya? Figured it'd be easy pickings?”

I kept my mouth shut. What else was I supposed to say? This mare still hadn’t put together I was a stallion, and I'd much rather be thought of as a bad mare than a good stallion. But I was clueless what to do next. Even if she booked me as a mare, it wouldn't be long until she pulled my hood down.

“Please forgive me,” I said in the weakest, most submissive voice I could. “I'm... not like this. I’m… I’m not even from around here!” I swallowed and lowered my head, which only drew her hoofsteps closer. “I live off in the woods. I needed supplies and... didn't have any other way to get them.”

“Ever heard of askin' first?”

“I was desperate and not thinking straight.”

“Sure you were.”

I felt her shadow on me. I didn't dare look up. I also didn't dare flinch when I felt her hoof touch against my chin, raising it against my will. There was no sense in fighting it. Maybe if I gave her a quick glance, she’ll let me keep the hood on.

“Name's Applejack, by the way,” she said. “And you sure look funny fer a mare.”

“My mother says the same thing.”

Occasionally, my wit saves me from what otherwise would be certain doom.

“That so?”

This was not one of those times.

Without any warming, her hoof flew inside my hood, pushing against the back of it. The fabric slipped off my head at once, the sudden burst of light rendering me blind. I blinked a few times, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat as I knew this was the end for me; I'd been caught at last right at the finish line.

“You... no... there ain't no way!” Applejack stumbled back a few steps, her eyes widening as she took me in. She stopped a few feet away, pointing a shaky hoof down at me. “Yer kind is gone! All disappeared after Celestia did that darn spell.”

“I... am not like your kind,” I replied as I lowered my head in shame. “I wasn't even a stallion until a few weeks ago.” I raised my muzzle by an inch, staring at the mare with pleading eyes. “Please. You've got to help me.” I shook my head, feeling it grind against the rope wrapped tight around my neck. “The mares here are crazy. All of them! I just need some-“

“You been by yerself this whole time?”

“I... yeah?” I said uncertainty, a twinge of dread creeping its way up my barrel.

“Oh, you poor thing!” Applejack took a step toward me. Then another. Each subsequent slow and pronounced, each one driving me to crawl a hoof back. “There's been rumors 'bout you floatin’ around. A stallion workin' and livin' all by himself. What in tarnation were you thinkin'?!”

“What was I thinking? These mares are crazy!” I kept crawling back while she kept advancing . The space left between us was getting cut shorter with every passing second. “Don't you get it? I'm the only stallion for miles, maybe the last period! They'd lock me up and do whatever they wanted with me.”

Applejack suddenly stopped. “I... well... hmm...”

I stopped crawling as well. The mare had raised a hoof to her chin, taking a second to ponder whatever was on her mind. Her green eyes kept glancing to the wagon and then me. My heart beat to the tunes of both hope and despair.

“I suppose yer in a tough spot now, ain't ya?”

“More than you could ever know.”

“You been brushin' yer mane and all that fine?”

I blinked in surprise at the rather odd question. “More or less?”

“How 'bout yer needs?”

“I get my water from the nearby lakes and scavenge whatever food I can find.”

Applejack shook her head in disgust. “A stallion havin' to fend fer himself? Where in the world is this land runnin' off to?” She stepped forward again and this time, I did not move. Her front hooves rested between my thighs. “Alright partner. I'm gonna make ya a deal here.”

I tilted my head.

“You need a place to hide out, don't ya? This barn is run by my lil sis and me.” She lowered her muzzle to my own, inches separating our snouts. “Few mares workin' the field when we can manage it. Overall, low enough count to keep you hidden for a long time.”

My mouth opened a few seconds before I spoke. “And then what? You'll take care of me?”

“Mare's one and only duty in life.” Applejack's eyes narrowed in a flash. The glow of her green eyes intensified. Looking down, I watched as she set her hoof on my thigh, rubbing small circles into my fur. My back arched slightly from the touch. “But you ain't wrong 'bout mares being crazy. Been a tough time for us all—probably tougher for the stallions, wherever they may be.”

I gulped. “Celestia help them?”

She nodded. “Celestia help 'em”—She shot me a smirk as her eyes lit up—“Like how I'm gonna help you.”

“What do you mean by-“ My words became muffled as Applejack pressed her lips against my own; the soft, layer of fur on her lips caressing my own. The more I tried to pull back, the more Applejack pushed onward.

I tried breaking away from the contact. I wanted to fight, to scream, to do whatever was needed to break free. But I didn't. The embrace was too great to pass up. Applejack was a gorgeous mare: eyes that shone like green coral at the bottom of the seafloor, a long blond mane that swayed gently in the breeze, a thick, yet firm rump brought by years of intense farm labor. It was all too much for me.

Slowly, and with my eyes closed, I kissed her back. It was my first kiss in this land of magical ponies. They were all so beautiful and sexy in their own ways... and if they all weren't so batshit insane, I might have consented to one keeping me.

Having Applejack kiss me like that, with her weight pinning my body deeper into the confines of the hay pile, there was just too much pleasure for my body to handle. As we kissed, I heard her giggle. Her groin rubbed up and down my underbelly.

As the kiss went on, there was a gentle touch on my hooves from her. She slowly guided my forelegs into the air, pressing them and dragging them along her sides, letting me caress her loins. Some of her orange fur up at my touch, as if searching for the warmth my hoof left as it trailed over them.

Then she set my hooves on her flanks. She moaned the moment I made contact, and I joined her with a little moan of my own. Letting my hooves push into her flanks, I let her softness fill out against and around my soles. There was too much of her ass to be held. I worked at it the best I could, feelings something stir and ache from between my legs.

“Mmh. Hmm?” Applejack pulled back from the kiss. When she pulled up, her hat fell to the left, allowing her mane to drape to the right. Her eyes slipped open, and she stared at me, watching the bridge of saliva still connecting our lips. “Enjoyin' this a little too much, aren’t ya?”

I didn't reply, my cheeks a crimson red as I was too embarrassed to say anything.

“At least, this part of you is.”

Applejack arches herself over my body. Starting at underneath my chin, she bent her head down and began pressing her lips down on my fur, leaving little love bites as she made her way down. Her kisses caressed down my chest, lingering at my belly, before settling finally at the grand prize.

“You're big for a guy, sugarcube.” Her voice came from between my legs. I was too busy panting to make eye contact with her, electing instead to stare at the ceiling and wonder where I went wrong in life.. “You should be proud! I'm not sure how I'm gonna fit all of this in...”

Her lips clamped down on the head of my cock. She let only the tip inside her maw, giggling when it started to throb. It was torture. The lasso around my neck felt like a noose. Edged on by the pleasure, I flicked my hips forward, shoving more of my cock into her mouth.

“Mhm!” Applejack's tongue flicked playfully at the flare of my cock. I buried my head deeper into the hay, only feeling my cock pulse and twitch more with the incessant teasing. My body still demanded I make a run for it, but every time the thought passed me, I ended up flicking my hips instead. “Swa gwad!”

I kept flicking my hips as Applejack bobbed her head up and down my cock, ravenously coiling her tongue along my girth before licking along my length. The aching building in my crotch worsened. I opened my eyes and immediately narrowed them. I didn't want to finish out of principle, not wanting to see myself taken by one of the crazies—but it'd been too long since I last came.

I didn't stand a chance.

“You keep yerself rested there, alright?”

I kept my eyes closed as a snore left my mouth.

“Geez! Tuckered out by a blow job?” Her voice, along with her hoofsteps, grew distant. “Gotta train some stamina into you, that’s for sure. But don’t you worry your pretty little head about that—nothin’ to cause you any nightmares.” A door squeaked. “ I'll be back in a jiffy. You keep still now.”

Light shined on my closed eyes, though in a second, it became dim, accompanied by the sound of the barn door swaying closed. Seconds later, my eyes shot open. I sat up, groaning as I did so. Every limb of my body was sore and spent. I sat there for a while, alone and panting, almost considering passing out.

It was a nice thought: to pass out and leave my fate to some mare to tend to my needs for a while.

But the thought of being chained inside this barn, to live a life where everything was outside my control, it burned through the haze of my exhaustion. At once, I was on my hooves, ready to walk away into the and—and crying out in pain upon feeling something sharply yank at my throat.

Following the rope wrapped around my neck, I saw it had been attached to the right spear of a hook high up on the barn wall. “Oh, come on!”

I bit my lips. Seconds passed without another sound. Deciding not to risk being heard, I looked around for something to cut through the rope. To my right, on a distant table, there laid a saw.

“Perfect!”

I went for it. The hay beneath my hooves made it difficult to get a stable footing without slipping. The rope pulled at my throat, tighter with every step, until I could breathe no more. No! No no no! The table blurred into the background as it remained only a step away, and though I leaned toward it—strangling myself in the process—all I could do was brush my fur against the handle and nudge it further away.

Dark spots began forming in the corners of my vision. My muscles burned from the lack of oxygen. Another second choking myself and I would have fallen over. Stumbling back, I was forced to give up, breathing deeply, feeling my lungs fill with air.

“Now. How to get out of this...” I looked down at the rope, and like a fool, tried biting down on it. Not to my surprise, it tasted like rope. My teeth nibbled on the thick, thicker than thick thread: and when I pulled back, there weren’t even teeth marks on it. “So much for trying to bite it off.”

Which caused me to look up at the hook. Glancing down at my hooves, I shook my head, knowing that doing anything precise with myround hooves was also not an option. All of this, of course, left me with only one option.

I walked up to the wall of the barn. Taking the rope into my mouth, I wrapped it, to the best of my ability, around my right foreleg. With the rope fastened in position, I used the strength of my mouth, hoof, and body to tug at the hook.

“Come on.” I murmured to myself as I yanked again. Then again. Pulling with my teeth and arm at the same time, I kept at it, caring nothing for the marks the rope was going to leave behind it cost me. For all my efforts, the metal of the hook gave a disappointed squeak. “You're not getting trapped in this barn. We can still make it!”

I tried again and again, hearing squeak after squeak, but seeing not a single budge.

Was this it? To be stuck in a barn, forced to wear a leash always? Me, made to please a mare who, at first pretending to care, only to reveal she cared for herself alone? My fears about mares were set in stone: none of them truly cared, and it would be me trapped within all their desires.

The rage of such a fate boiled inside of me. I grit my teeth harder and, no longer needing respite, pulled harder on the rope with a loud growl than ever before. The metal squeaked, clanked, then started to groan.

And then came the sound of wood splintering apart.

The hook fell and I stumbled back. It clattered in a bundle of hay, its right spear torn off from the impact. The other side of my rope laid free next to it. This granted me a few moments to act, for I knew I wasn't the only one to sense the commotion. Without a doubt, Applejack on her way back.

She'd never chance this again. Every part of me would be tied to something, and, knowing her, she'd probably get off to it. Screw. That. So. Hard. Screw this world and screw every mare in it. None of them were sane, but all were insane for me.

I limped to the main door. Poking my head from the crack of the door, the coast of the farm was clear. It was now or never—and I chose now. Walking out into freedom and sunlight, I felt the rope around my neck catching along the dirt.

I glanced over my shoulder at it, in which, the wagon from before sat in my peripheral vision. It stopped me for a second. After which I shook my head, then stuck my tongue at it. I would find another way to make my shed in a place that was safe—I knew that without a doubt.

I also knew it wouldn't be made with the tools of the Apple family.

With a final glance at the towering barn, I turned back forward, making my escape back into the woods.

In took an hour for me to regret my choice.

Going back into the woods was a mistake. Passing branches and bushes slashed my fur and my skin; the frigid, ceaseless breezes worsened my wounds. Cold. Tired. Desiring sweet, merciful death. My stomach growled, but through the whips of the wind, I hardly heard it.

When was my last meal?

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered now. Looking up to the treetops, I could see nothing beyond past the dense leaves or many branches. In a second, my world went in and out of focus. I looked back down to save my sense of gravity. And then, I realized that my world was becoming dim.

I tried taking another step forward... but what was the point? All around me were towering trees that did not allow me to see the sky beyond. And even then, what kind of sight would I see? The sun setting and the moon rising in its empty space.

And... even if I made it out of these woods... what would even be the point? To keep running, hiding, scraping and skippering, all too avoid sex crazed mares that hunted me down? Was that kind of life, with all the coldness and pain, truly worth freedom?

There was a snap. It hadn't come from me.

In my dazed state, I turned around, unable to see beyond the silhouette of... something. Was it a mare? Maybe a bear? I had no idea and without a care to try and find out. I turned around, preparing to run in whatever direction that would take me back home.

But I didn’t run.

I fell over onto the ground, and with one final exhale, let my eyes close shut.

Author's Note

An Intricate Disguise spawned this idea.

I merely stole it.

"Hey mate," he said to me. "Got an idea or two I wanted to share with you."

Ah, fuck. Here we go again. Listen to the British cunt go off about ideas. To his credit, AiD does have good ideas. Time and time again, after being subjected to an hour of brainstorming and plotting, I come away with the hope—no, with the dream I'll never have to read the fic he's spent so long talking about.

But then I do. Princess Celestia sitting on a golden toilet knows, I do. There is something you must understand about sharing ideas and plotting aloud—only the premise is interesting to hear about. Anything else, no matter the writer, is prone to bore the listening audience.

Why? Because who wants to hear about a series of events not related to us? Why do we care for a character that we're only told vague details about? There's no pacing or story or anything. Random events and thoughts and plots that make up the verbal discourse.

Never tell your ideas verbally. They will bore the ever-living-shit outta everyone else.

What does this have to do with the point of the introduction? Jackshit.

"I had an idea for a story," AiD continued, "Gonna call it The Last Stallion. Won't get to it, soon enough. But it'd be an RGRE."

I thought about it: a decent sounding idea? Fuck ya, mine.

"I'm taking it."

A beat. "What do you mean?"

"I'm taking your idea."

"No. Fuck you. It's my idea."

"The first one to write it, gets it."

"Don't you—"

The second part of this introduction continues in the next chapter. Should be out in a few days or so. For those interested, this story is only going to be in two parts.