It had been exactly two hours after the strike, and the town was once again busy, but with a new set of managers driving behind the wheel. Bowser and the Koopa Troop were quite busy renovating the town, taking down anything explicit-looking. They have not set up anything too out of whack, just something to look nice. “Alright, move ‘em out, people!” a Koopa with a megaphone shouted. “This town needs to look nice and dandy by the end of the day!”

There were some buildings that the caribou set up in the cities of Equestria to make them better suit their desires. Breeding stables were among the most common, and even had buildings that were called ‘slut stops’ in small towns. The breeding stable built into that town had five red-robed Shy Guys standing, tossing torches into the building, and two blue-robed ones were joining in the fun. Pretty soon, the fires began to catch, burning the breeding stable until it was naught but a pile of ash and rubble, along with the charred remains of the corpses dumped in the stable.

All the while, Bowser was watching it from outside his tent. This small town was really easy to clean up, but he would have to wait for conquering the rest of Equestria to get the full operation up, ready, and done. “Sire, renovations are half-way complete.” a Koopa Troopa replied as he walked towards his leader.

“And of the ponies?” the Koopa King replied.

“Currently under the care of our best Mind Melders.” he replied. “The females can easily be handled and freed, due to their submissive nature. Although, most of the males are trying to fight it. Some of them are currently being restrained in order to do so. But, there is some good news. Fortunately, there are a few that have not been controlled by them, are they’re currently being questioned about what they saw.”

Bowser nodded at that comment. He knew some would fight the Mind Melders, but he was pretty surprised that some were able to ride through it. “And of the caribou, more specifically, the does and the calves? I suppose you killed them, right?” a quick nod came to the response of Bowser. “Okay, I should have specified on that front.” he said, crossing his arms and looking at the town. “Oh, well. If there’s a fort nearby, there might be some high-ranking individuals that we could ‘persuade’ to tell us what we want. But only spare those we could get use from, but kill them after we got what we came for.”

“Right.” the Koopa said.

“Oh, and while we’re at it, I think that our newest recruits would like a turn. They’ve been brainwashed by those fiends, so it’s appropriate for them to have their fun. And speaking of them, I suggest you check on them and wait for the pink one to wake up.” Bowser said. The Koopa nodded and proceeded to walk towards the infirmary of their temporary camp. He knew that there were still many to go and that the rest of the Mane Six, as Flurry Heart said they were playfully known as, were still enslaved, brainwashed into submissive sluts. “Soon…” he said, clenching his fist. “Soon, you will all be back together, in the future, you will find yourselves in the same room again.”

The Everfree Forest was feared by the ponies because it did not heed to their will and acted on its own accord. But now, it was basically the only safe place, the only haven for those who resisted Dainn’s control. Many of the stallions who managed to resist were captured and switched, and brainwashed into submissive sluts. Only a handful of ponies managed to escape their grasp, and into the Everfree, taking up residence in the Castle of the Two Sisters.

Scootaloo, an orange pegasus with a purple mane, sat on the edge of the balcony, decked up in a coat to protect her from the frost, a few tears falling out of her eyes. When she was younger, she and her friends were of a group called the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They were originally trying to find their cutie marks, but over the years, they began helping other late bloomers find their special talents. It was only when the Fall came that their crusading had finally come to an end. She was the last one standing, the last Crusader unchained.

“Believe me, I miss them, too.” the voice of her boyfriend, Rumble, said. “I’m honestly not sure how I could go, knowing that my big brother had raped somepony I saw.”

“I know, Rumble.” Scootaloo replied as he came up to the balcony. “I really wish that this damn mess never happened. I miss Ponyville, the old Ponyville, I miss Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, and I will never forget you, Rainbow Dash.” Scootaloo reached her gloved hand out into the clouds. “You saved me, and I am thankful for that.” Unfortunately, the other two were not so lucky, and she was glad not to see the rape, but sad knowing that they were probably sucking caribou dick now.

But, they were not alone, Diamond Tiara, Dinky Hooves, Pipsqueak, and about half of their old classmates managed to escape, but not without scars. Diamond still cries at night over the loss of her first friend, Silver Spoon, whom was raped by Spike, while Dinky was forced to watch her mother get spitroasted by two caribou soldiers as she fled, and Button Mash never bothered to look back when it struck.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do. We’re sitting ducks.” Rumble replied. “I want to see my friends and family again, but I do not want to be switched and raped. Come on, there is supposed to be a meeting today.” Scootaloo nodded and went with Rumble. Every time, she hopes it was going to be a nightmare or a coma, but her thoughts knew otherwise.

One of the buildings in the village was converted into a temporary infirmary to care for the abused mares that weren’t being controlled. Already, their collars were removed, showcasing the furless, abused skin that was being treated, and their private quarters were covered up by freshly-made hospital gowns. For the unicorns and pegasi, their respective parts have been sprayed with Super Mushroom extract for quicker healing.

On one of these beds, a pink earth pony with a dark pink mane slept, the scabs she gained during her beatings were covered up in bandages. A lone, green-shelled Koopa sat on a chair beside her bed, reading a Warriors book. At first, he hadn’t thought about stories about feral cats living in clans in a forest, but, over time, he became quite fascinated. At least that helped him stay put. “If only you could hear this…” he said.

As if by magic, she began to cough up the remaining mucus, struggling to move. “She is waking up…” he whispered to himself. The pink one opened her sky blue eyes before moving her head to look around.

“What… where? Where am I?” she said, struggling to speak.

Author's Note

Personally, I always thought that a few 'lucky ducks' would be able to go to the Everfree before they could get raped. As for my pick, it was random, so don't get affected.

Heh, I have been pushed back by a power outage, a few dinners, and I was at a country club to celebrate the Fourth of July. Real busy couple of weeks.

Anyways, I will try to write what I can. Peace out.