Another long and hard day passed. Twilight Sparkle sighed, stretching out carefully before flopping backward onto her bed. She snuggled into the warm pillows and silky sheets/.

Times were tough, and she deserved a good rest: something escaping her lately. A long, hot shower had eased her tension.

That always made sleep come easier.

As her eyes slipped closed, her consciousness faded away, away into that mystical realm of sleep, where no conscious pony could tread...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Twilight’s head jumped off of her pillow at the extreme sound, a crashing knock that seemed more like a pony trying to kick down her family’s front door than any gentle, polite request for the Sparkle household’s threshold to be attended to.

“Shh… stay quiet Twilight.” Twilight Velvet whispered consolingly, petting her teenage daughter’s head.

Twilight was sleeping in the same bed as her parents these days - a mattress and sheets that had been moved into the basement of the family’s Canterlot home. It had been a joking, almost happy exercise when they’d done it the week prior as per the official royal proclamation for all citizens to prepare shelter against the Thestral army and the abominable Night Princess.

They’d laughed, nervously, as they carried the comfortable mattress and linens down the steps, remarking on how much easier it would have been if they could just use their magic... if the crown and the royal guard hadn’t instituted a rationing requirement for the benefit of the military.

There had been some tension, sure - after all, Shining Armor, her brother was a cadet in the palace guard corps… but all four of the remaining Sparkle family had full faith in their armed forces, which had set out to meet the fearsome, bat-like invaders in the Northlands, led by their brave general and overseen by their glorious princess. They’d even watched, cheered as the army marched out of the city to incredible fanfare.

The chancellor had insisted that every unicorn do their part - save their magic, put up with the reduced food rations, prepare their shelters. But nopony had ever thought that their army could fall. After all, they were unicorns, great spell-casters! Their enemies were thestrals, cowardly, dark-loving, cave-dwelling bats.

They couldn’t even fly that well.

Up against the guard’s elite pegasi corps, as well as the freakin’ Wonderbolts, they wouldn’t even be able to get off the ground. Any of those evil bats that survived the mages and pegasi would then be run down by the earth-pony legionnaires: the strongest and most effectively trained soldiers in the history of Equestria - they would run through the thestrals’ ranks like butter.

And all of that wasn’t counting their most powerful piece: their beloved Princess.

Celestia was a God.

What pony, even if they were the hated, unnameable Night Fiend, could stand against her?

A few days later, all that confidence vanished. Every pony in the city felt the icy blast of dread wash over them in a wave as an ominous shadow fell across the sun - the hated moon, slowly covering that brilliant disk of light and casting the penumbra across the face of Equestria.

A total solar eclipse.

Astronomers had gasped in shock; such an event was not in any of their plans or calculations. Something had overridden Celestia’s steady grasp of the heavenly bodies to allow such an affront. Quickly it became clear that this was no normal eclipse - there would be no festive atmosphere, no foals glimpsing carefully through carefully treated sun-glass to observe the celestial event… this was something else. The moon stayed firmly fixed in front of the sun, plunging the city into eternal twilight… until the sun meekly retreated over the horizon, bringing with it a bitter, moonless night.

Only a few ponies noticed the bright streak of light, as the solar princess flew through that first night’s sky, mane aflame but sputtering…. sputtering. She limped a retreat into her tower room, not speaking a word to any of her counselors or the ponies of her city, to the desperate and worried families of all those soldiers sent abroad.

Twilight had tried to rationalize why her teacher would have secluded herself from the public that first night - was it shame? Despair? Fear?

She’d never thought those emotions even existed in her mentor, but what other reason could there have been for denying the truth that her people deserved…

She was beaten.

But the news came with the rising of the sun the next morning. No glorious rays of light had peeked over the Canterlot mountain range to the East: that tyrant moon still occluded the much-diminished fireball. The limping pegasi-soldiers that followed those rays, the shadow from the rays of the dull ring of the obscured sun not enough to hide the terrible wounds, the broken spears, the damaged and torn armor plates from the crowd of ponies that pressed the survivors for news.

Thousand-yard stares had met them, shaking heads and growling rebuffs as the meagre remnant continued their rout, some simply flying past the city and heading west.

A young lieutenant had sobbed when Twilight’s mother had called out to him by name - he’d been a friend of Shining’s in his youth. Twilight remembered how shakey her mother’s voice had sounded when she begged him to know what had happened - to know whether they were in danger. She’d known then, in a way that she’d only understood philosophically prior, that her parents could not protect her from the world - that they too, were scared.

“Run.” He’d sobbed. “All is lost - no more follow behind. Every unicorn, every earth-pony, most of the pegasus-corps… slaughtered, without mercy, without quarter by the thestrals and that… monster.”

The crowd had gone dead silent. For so many listening to his words, their worst fears had been realized - that brave son, or stalwart brother, had died on that battlefield. Did they welcome the end now, Twilight wondered?

For the remainder, of the listeners, they clutched their foals and family tightly - they knew now that they were defenseless.

“They will fall on the city like locusts - none will be spared.” He choked, tears falling from his eyes. “You have not seen… not seen what I have seen… I come only to save my mother and make for the coast, to hide somewhere perhaps.”

Now the murmurs began to stir, a rumble through the crowd. Some politicians began to speak - surely this was just a shell-shocked lad? How could all hope be lost?

The lieutenant ignored them all, whispering through his teeth to Twilight Velvet. “I have said too much - there is no time. Run, if you can.” He looked at her, then at the teenaged Twilight, and sadly shook his head. “Which you can’t - only the fastest fliers could outrun those beasts. I am so sorry, so sorry. The reign of the sun… has ended. I must go. My mother...”

Twilight Velvet had quickly grabbed her by the hoof and pulled her back toward the family home, as the crowd behind began to rumble and boil, the fear bubbling through the citizenry and starting the beginnings of a riot.

They’d quickly made their way back to their family home. Twilight remembered how she’d blinked away her tears - she didn’t want to be weak for her mother, not now, not when her brother was committed to the defense of the palace. She’d even tried to comfort her mother, telling her everything would be OK - that Celestia would protect them.

She’d gone into her room and could hear her parents arguing through the floor. Her mother wanted to find Shining Armor and try to escape the city. Night Light was more realistic - telling her that there would be no way to even find Shining Armor amid the chaos outside, let alone convince him to abandon his duty. He wanted to send the mares of his family out of the city, he would stay and try to find Shining. Twilight Velvet then said she would have none of that - she would stay as well.

The argument was starting to get heated - to the point that Twilight was about to march down the stairs and declare that there was no way in Tartarus she would be abandoning her family and home.

The first rumbling explosion had quashed all of those plans - a dull shaking that sent quakes through the sturdy timbers of the old Canterlot home, reminding ever pony that the advancing army cared little for their melodramatic discussions.

It was hard to remember anything after that - the sudden plunge of all the magically powered lights into darkness, the hurried sprint down into their makeshift shelter, the panicked realization that she’d left her baby dragon upstairs and the absolute terror as her father had scrambled away from them to go grab him, leaving Twilight huddled with her mother as the steady drum of a marching army’s hoofsteps grew louder and louder in their flattened ears.

But he made it back.

The whole Sparkle family spent the night in the basement huddled together, a hellish night of smoke and screams from outside, of heartbeats racing with each shadow that would pass by the small, in-ground window. Deep into the night, there had been a sudden unified roar, a bellowing cheer of thousands of soldiers - the volume of their shout loud enough to shake dust from the ceiling.

The city had fallen - and their invaders crowed in total victory.

Then the true slaughter had begun.

Twilight had never heard screams like that - screams of pure animalistic terror, suddenly silenced. The ringing cruelty of blades clinking against other blades, against sheathes, cobblestone… bone. The slosh of liquid being spilled in the alleyway near their home, sobbing chokes, suddenly quieted.

And the smell.

The smell of fire, decay, feces and blood.

All she could do was clutch her mother more tightly, crying softly into her breast as everything she knew and loved was destroyed.

It didn’t slow for some time, the horror… but eventually, finally, it did… judging by the sound of slaughter she figured that there were few ponies even left to sustain such a pace of murder. And somehow, she’d slipped into a frightened fitful sleep.

Until the knocking.

“Don’t speak, they won’t know we’re h-”

“I HEARD THAT YOU SNEAKY CORN’ERS!” A rumbling shout shook the floorboards as heavy hooffalls clattered toward the door of the basement. “GET THE FUCK UP HERE OR YOU’RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT.”

“S-stay here - I’ll go up.”

Twilight watched her father carefully walk up the steps, and slink through the door, trying as best he could to close the door behind him. A moment later there was a huge clattering and the sound of several thumps, and a small yelp that Twilight could recognize as being her father’s cry of pain.

“OK NOW YOU OTHER TWO GET UP HERE OR I’LL CUT THIS BUCKER’S HEAD OFF.”

Twilight Velvet reached out for her, but she was alrady charging up the stairs - somewhere up there her father was in trouble, being attacked by some awful creature - how could she possibly just huddle down in the basement?

As she reached the top of the stairs, a pair of gauntleted hooves took her roughly by the neck, followed by a swift blow that stunned her as the world spun in a blur, being flipped end over end and landing in a heap against the small table they kept near the front door.

She could feel a strange and painful bump on her horn, and the immediate pain of being stuffed up - inhibited. She didn’t even need to check with her hoof to know that they’d slipped a magic restriction ring on her as they’d pulled her bodily into the hallway. She blinked away the pain of the blow she’d received, her vision slowly coming into focus as she did.

Her father lay in a heap, bleeding and bruised already from a flurry of kicks - next to him was Twilight Velvet,. She’d probably chased after her when she’d sprinted up the stairs… both of them were also wearing magical inhibition rings. Two bat ponies stood over them all, both clad in a strange mixture of ebony-black metal plate and obsidian studded leather. They looked menacing, terrifying… like something out of her ancient history books. Barbarians had made it through the gates.

She couldn’t help but notice the crimson spatters across their armor, the small chunky strands of gore that sat wedged between the chinks in their gauntlets. But that was not even close to the worst feature of their costume of war.

The older of the two thestrals turned toward her, revealing a face grizzled with white stubble under his chin, and a long scar stretching from his left temple to his nose, healed long ago. A veteran.

But her eyes were instantly drawn to his neck, about which hung a string of unicorn horns, different colors each… greens, blues, whites… some with clean cuts at the base, and others with jagged, shattered ends - their condition betrayed the violent manner in which they’d been removed.

Instantly, she shuddered… a tremor shaking through her body instinctively as she imagined the horrifying, impossible pain of being de-horned. She felt a nausea rise within her, stifling the urge to vomit as she pictured those horns belonging to some of her friends… wasn’t that off-yellow close to Moondancer’s coat…?

“M-monster…” Twilight gasped.

The veteran thestral glanced down at his necklace then back at her. “You like? I figure it’s a good way to turn that evil fuckin’ witchcraft you ‘corners worship to some good.” He jingled the chain, causing the severed bone protrusions to clack against one another with wet thumps.

“How could you…”

“Aw shut the fuck up, you little witch.” He growled back. “I made sure most of ‘em were dead before I took ‘em off.” He chuckled, then nodded his chin at Twilight’s on horn, before turning and gesturing at her parents. “And if you all co-operate like good little ‘corners then I’ll pay you the same courtesy and off ya’ with a quick slip of my knife…” he ran his hoof across his throat, “... and spare you the sensation of snapping that pointy fuckin’ hell-horn off nice and slow.”

Twilight’s eyes trembled were wide with fear, her heart pounding in her ears. She wasn’t sure what was worse - imagining the sensation of having her horn broken off slowly… the fracture in an organ so delicate that it connected with her brain, with her magical soul… or the confirmation that she was going to die.

She looked to the other bat-warrior. He was young, she could see it in those cat-like pupils. Perhaps he was even younger than her. The eyes always betrayed the age, despite a hardened and strong body that had seen brutal combat. She turned her eyes there desperately, tears sparkling as she did… and when she didn’t see the same ferocious venom there as she’d found in his partner, a glimmer of hope grew.

“He’ll do it, miss.” The younger soldier muttered, staring through her with a thousand-yard stare.

“Sir, the rules of warfare state that-” Night Light began to sputter from the ground.

“-YOU ‘CORNERS WROTE THOSE RULES, NOT ME!” The older thestral shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. “...and you broke ‘em first… so now you can just shut the fuck up and sit there and watch. Your mares and me’ll give you a nice little show before I send you off this plane.” The bat-warrior began to chuckle as he undid his heavy war-belt slinking off his waist, leaving no doubt as to what he had been referring to.

“You freak, she’s not even out of high-school!” Twilight Velvet sobbed.

An evil flicker filled his face. A blur of his gauntlet as it flashed out in a blur and smashed into Night Light’s face, slamming his head into the ground with a terrifying thump. Twilight felt a scream die in her throat as she looked to her father - was… was he dead?

Then he stirred, spitting out the teeth that had just been shattered from the blow, little white-red fragments of his smile that skittered across the floor.

“That was meant for you, you evil witch.” The older thestral spat onto the floor. “But I didn’t want to damage your gullet before I’ve made use of it. But watch your fuckin’ tongue… that was a love tap, I could take his jaw off if I wanted, bitch.” He snarled, gripping Twilight’s mother under the chin to make her look at him. “My son, who you ‘corners would call a freak, never got to go to school at all… working in your fuckin’ mines until he was cut-down by a fuckin’ ‘corner spellblast.”

Velvet’s eyes were wide with terror as she looked into the enraged warrior’s face - Twilight had never seen this fear in her mother before.

“P-please… she’s just a child, use me any way you want, both of you… j-just leave her alone, I beg you.”

“Hahahaha!” The warrior laughed. “Hear that kid? I told you these ‘corner sluts can’t get enough of a real man when a good old leatherwing male is around.” He turned back to Velvet with a snarl. “But don’t you worry my little witch slut, we’ll fill your plump bottom… and I won’t take your filly…”

Twilight’s ears flattened, as she tried to stifle the horrible feeling of hope that she wouldn’t be defiled - that only her mother would be raped - and the oppressive guilt that hit her like a wave from such a thought.

“...no, my young rookie friend will be doing that!” The scarred veteran barked a laugh, slapping his friend on his plated shoulderpads. “I told you I’d repay you for having my back in that last battle, youn ‘un… I’m givin’ ya full riding rights to this fresh little ‘corner mare.”

The younger soldier barely seemed to react, still staring off in the distance, his face cold and sad. Twilight’s eyes flashed over his face, trying to see any type of soul behind those eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, if it was just the contrast to the thestral’s monstrous older partner, if it was just some beginning of a Stockholm syndrome… but he seemed softer, kinder… vulnerable.

Maybe he wouldn’t…? She needed some hope to clench to.

The older veteran sensed his partner’s hesitation and sighed, sidling over to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Rook… I know you’re feelin’ shite right now - we all did. Just remember that it was the fucking ‘corners that drove us to this… we didn’t want this!” He grumbled to his partner, ignoring the cowering family as if they weren’t even there, “but it gets better. And once a never-fucked cherry-boy like you wets his poke for the first time, all those nightmares fade away… I guarantee it.” He grinned, “...and this is a junior soldier’s virgin brat’s only chance to get some fresh ‘corner puss that ain’t been slicked up by half the fuckin’ officer corps - so if you don’t fucking accept my gift I might feel a tad insulted.”

The rookie blinked and shook his head, as if annoyed.

Twilight swallowed, wondering if the young soldier would live up to her hopes - some vain dream of him suddenly switching sides and rescuing her and her parents from this monster.

“Fine.” He grunted, rolling his eyes.

Twilight felt like she’d been kicked in the gut - her pathetic hope stolen away from her in a snap as it became clear that the young thestral was just as horrible as his older partner.
He sighed as if annoyed and began to undid his own war belt, shaking his hips slightly to let the huge and heavy armored kilt slide off his back and land in a jingling crush onto the floor.

That was when Twilight saw it. It was so different than what she’d seen in her textbooks… or than the sheaths that mares and fillies might titter or blush and turn away from when they were inadvertently displayed in public. It wasn’t even like the half extended, floppy tubes she’d seen on camping trips when her brother or father relieved themselves into the bushes.

The menacing, fat, black tube fell from the young bat’s groin like a thick coil of heavy rope, his tip nearly touching the floor before it began to stiffen and pump… getting impossibly fatter as it rose up to his leather clad belly, reaching nearly up to his navel.

Twilight shuddered, unable to take her eyes from her rapist’s probe in it’s horrifying size - something like…. Th-that was going to be shoved into her?

“Ha!” The veteran slapped his younger soldier on the shoulder. “So the rumors about you being gay aren’t true! I thought I’d have to get this fuckin’ bitch ‘corner...” he delivered a sharp kick to Night Light’s side, “...to bend over for ‘ya…”

“Fuck off.”

“Hey hey, it’s a blessing for your bits to rise fast sonny.” He laughed, waving apologetically. “Myself, I need to bleed my mare a bit to get my sausage nice and thick for them….” He flashed his sharp fangs.

Then in a sudden motion he released his younger friend and took three quick strides over to Twilight. She screamed, huddling tighter to the wall as the monster advanced on her. This was all happening too fast, she wasn’t ready! Not to be raped, not to die! How could this be happening!?

“Come on, cunt, on yer’ hooves.” His heavy hoof clenched under Twilight’s arm, ripping her to a standing position. With another whirl of his powerful muscles he spun her around and slammed her head up against the wall, partially embedding her horn into the drywall of her family’s front hall. Twilight felt something sharp pressed against her neck, a sharp stabbing pain that was just enough to make her nerves scream without actually breaking the skin. “Co-operate and I guarantee you’ll have get a good buckin’ from my boy here… then I won’t bleed you slow.”

“S-stop! Please!” Velvet shouted from the floor.

“Shut ‘yer fuckin’ mouth ‘mom’.” The veteran growled back. “Or I bleed her slow while she gets fucked.” Twilight felt the sharp point slightly slip into her neck, drawing a hot, thin rivulet of blood that streamed down her side.

The veteran left her embedded in the wall and walked behind her, ignoring her whimpers. She felt his foreleg kick her hindlegs apart, where she’d been trying to squeeze her thighs together as tightly as possible. Then with a jerk she felt her clenching tail ripped upwards, hiking her dock all the way up and exposing her asshole and vagina to the room.

She felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the hot trickle of blood off of her neck, falling to spatters on the floor. How could this be happening?

Rough, metal hooves dug into her bottom, pulling her glutes apart and reaching down to her nethers. She shuddered as the first violation occurred - the soiled gauntlets grasping either side of her labia and pulling them in opposite directions, spreading her lips wide to expose her privacy completely.

“Would you buckin’ believe that? She’s a virgin! At her age!” He laughed releasing her vagina and landing a sharp, painful slap across her bottom. “Will wonders never cease!? Damn you’re lucky rook… I mean, you did save me from that spear, but this is like triple payback. I’ve half a mind to take her myself!” He strode over to Night Light, planting a hoof on his ribs and pressing down with vicious power. “I thought you ‘corner daddies fucked your fillies before they got their marks? What, were you saving this one so you could sell her off or something you degenerate fuck?”

Night Light could barely breathe, let alone reply.

Not that it mattered. Therookie had simply growled in response to his partner’s antics, as if he were tired with all this and just wanted to get it over with. Twilight heard the steps as he thumped over to her, the weight of his bulk and size making her own hooves bounce off the floorboard. The only thing racing through her mind was the constant refrain that this couldn’t be happening - wasn’t happening - wouldn’t happen!

And yet there was that sudden feeling of weight on her back, as the stallion mounted her, his forehooves planted on the middle of her back, forcing her to lean harder against the wall and unavoidably making her lift her hips. She felt the hot, heavy slap of the young thestrals meat against her belly, the disgusting feeling of his wetness slicking her teats as he dragged around underneath her, trying to sift himself.

“Use ‘yer fuckin’ hooves rook… a cherry-boy like you won’t be able to get in without a bit of guidance. Takes practice.” He shook his head. “Pathetic, this one isn’t even struggling - I’d have fucked all the way into her womb by now… what a waste.”

“Shut the fuck up, man.” The rookie growled back.

Twilight felt one hoof come off of her back, then the huge pole suddenly slide out from underneath her. A moment later she felt the hot, wet press of his cockhead against her tailhole.

“Not there! Not yet anyway, rook.”

Twilight shivered, the tears running freely from her face now, falling in wet drops to the floor below, her heart was pounding, racing… adrenaline was surging through her - she could barely breathe… it was like somepony was standing on her chest. She still couldn’t believe that this was happening! It couldn’t happen - things like this didn’t happen!

The cock smushed against her cunt lips, correctly aligned. There was no way for Twilight to ignore the terrifying size of the thing about to shove into her body.

Surely, surely somepony would save her! Like in her books! Her brother or father would swoop in and defeat these two, defeat the whole night army and restore the happy life she’d taken for granted only weeks before!

The stallion began to press forward.

N-no!

*BANG* *CRUNCH*

“What the fuck’s going on here?” A new voice barked from the open doorway.

Twilight suddenly felt the weight release from her back, and she managed to tear her horn out of the wall to turn her head and look at the new voice.

IT was another thestral, a mare. Slightly more slender and sleek, but just as well-armored and ferocious-looking as the two warriors that had been tormenting her. Unlike the two grunts, she had a pair of chevrons on her pauldrons, not unlike those she’d seen on her brother’s dress uniform - an officer!

Again her heart leapt with hope. An officer, and a mare too! Surely she would stop this madness - would save her and her family from the rape and murder that had been promised to them!?

“Aw, fuck off lieutenant. We aren’t on duty until 1600…” The older veteran growled. “This is our time.”

“Uh-huh, and you two jokers decided to go off and have a private ‘civilian outreach session’ by yourselves eh?” She frowned, a snarl building on her face.

Twilight’s heart fluttered with the improbable and sudden rescue - this mare was disgusted by her subordinates! She was saved!

“Got a problem with that?” The veteran shook his head at her with a dark look.

“Only that you’re deliberately subverting the chain of command - you two know officers get first dibs on breedin’ rights.” The lieutenant kicked the chest of drawers in the hallway over, creating a small bench for herself to sit down and lean back against the wall comfortably.

W-what!? Twilight felt that horrifying kick to the gut again - this was not a rescue, not a fairy-tale release from this hell.

“Well, I owed the kid a favor, LT.” The veteran sighed, “he saved my life - so I figured I owed him a fresh cunt to dip his virgin prick in.”

“Virgin?” The Lieutenant’s ears flicked and she grinned. “Even after last night? What, are you gay?”

“Ha ha ha! See? Told you rookie…!”

“...” The younger soldier just sighed.

“Well, virgin…. You’re lucky that I prefer to watch.” The lieutenant grinned, touching her hooves together as she leaned forward, like a spectator at a movie theater engrossed in her favorite scene.

“That’s rare in an officer - figured you’d want to ram that gauntleted hoof up her snatch.”

“Eh, pain in the ass to clean that ‘corner slime off afterward.” The mare shrugged placidly.

“Well? Get back on her, rook… we’re all waiting.”

Twilight choked out a sob.

“...except.” The lieutenant sighed and leaned back, shaking her head sadly. “Much as I’d love to watch your little show, I’m afraid I’ve got direct orders from the general - I’m to deliver this Sparkle family to be delivered to her, unharmed.”

“Fuck that, LT.” The veteran chuckled. “Let’s just pretend that you got delayed a few minutes on your way here. General would understand.”

The lieutenant pondered this for a moment, as if actually considering whether this was an option. Then shook her head sadly. “Unfortunately, no… this request comes directly from HER. SHE has requested that this be carried out, in her name.”

Both soldiers suddenly stood stock still, almost shivering. Twilight couldn’t help but notice that the foremost object of her terror suddenly shrivelled and wilted at the mention of this ‘her’.

“By Her moon and stars,” both soldiers touched their forehead and breast in a ritualistic, reverent way, “thank Her for her providence that you got here in time and we didn’t offend her.”

“By Her moon and stars.” The lieutenant replied casually, making the same touches. “Sorry boys, but you’ll have to raid another house to settle your favors and debts.” She looked over at the young soldier. “There’s tell of a schoolhouse down the block, I’m sure you can find some filly in there to pop your cherry.”

The soldier grimaced, unhappily.

“Don’t fuck around soldier,” the mare grunted as she hopped to her hooves and stretched, “we mares can smell a cherry-boy like you a mile away - get your dick wet, even if it is in some ‘corner’s gutter… else a cutie like you doesn’t stand a chance with a real woman.” She flicked her tail up, smacking the recruit across the nose.

“Well, thanks for ruining my morning LT.” The veteran sighed as he grabbed Night Light by his mane and hoisted him to his hooves.

“My pleasure.” The lieutenant chuckled, pulling a set of chains and collars from her saddlebags. Twilight watched, legs shaking as she set the collar on each of her parent’s necks, then trod over to her and clacked one around her own neck. The sharp edge of the black metal dug into her flesh, biting into the skin under her fur.

The lieutenant gave the chain a jerk, pulling all three ponies toward the door. Twilight stumbled, the adrenaline of the barely escaped rape still pulsing through her veins.

“W-wait! Sp-spike!” Twilight coughed out, worried for her little brother, still down in the basement.

“Shut your fuckign trap.” The veteran soldier growled, kicking his foreleg up into her solar plexus.Her eyes exploded with pain, but even more disorienting was the sudden loss of oxygen - winding her and making her gasp for breath.

“Ah yes - almost forgot about that.” The lieutenant chuckled. “Family is supposed to have a baby dragon, too. Name of Spike, I believe.”

“Oh yeah? Want us to go get him? Did She request him as well?”

“Nope. Orders only mentioned the ponies.” The lieutenant grinned. “And since I figure I owe you one for stealin’ away your fun, I might just let you two know that legends say that roast dragon makes your prick longer…”

The veteran’s eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Mmhmm, tasty too, they say.”

Twilight’s eyes widened in shock. Th-they… were going to EAT him!? He was only a baby! And because of her, because she’d opened her damn mouth!

“SPIKE RU-UGHNF!” Another swift kick cut off her warning.

“Yeah, Spike! Your sis is callin’ for ye! C’mon up buddy, we’re all gonna have a wonderful meal!” The veteran giggled in falsetto tone as he and the rookie unsheathed a pair of cruelly curved and razor sharp daggers.

“O-Ok!” The scared voice came from down in the basement.

“Thanks LT.” The veteran winked at the officer, as she lead the Sparkles out the front door on their chain. Twilight coughed and choked, her winded diaphragm not letting her form words of warning, a cry of caution. Though the dragon stood no chance of escaping the occupied house, or city. But she couldn’t, her body just wouldn’t let her.

“Save me a piece, boys.” The LT grinned over her shoulder.

“What, you want a longer feckin’ clit or somethin, LT?” The veteran whispered back, not wanting to spook the dragon.

“Nah, just wanna try the taste - I already know my clit’s bigger than your dick.”

“Heh.” The rookie chuckled for once.

“Shut the fuck up, rook.” The veteran hissed back, still focused on the basement door.

The last thing Twilight saw as the Lieutenant jerked her family away was the basement door timidly opening, before the front door was shut and blocked the view of her little brother about to be slaughtered and cannibalized.

Author's Note

The first chapter was a bit longer than others will be, in order to give you all the taste and flavor of the fic. Things will only get bleaker from here.

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