Fall of Equestria: At Dim Light

by CrimsonEquine

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Drama, Twist
Length: 1051

A tale of the last stand against the Caribou threat.

The Caribou have arrived at the last line. Though lost in strength, there will forever cemented in hearts. The battle for Equestria ends!

Published 2020-04-04 05:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-04 05:10:02 UTC

Dim

To the ends of the world I shall fly. Though my body will die, I shall scry the night sky.
To those who are lost to the blast of deaths edge. Know this, each sacrifice shall never end.

A legion of warriors cladded in incredible magical armor. Of likeness bestowed by ancestors of old. Three tribes once indifferent, scattered, and distrustful now one in quickness. Their silver blades held with wings, magic, or hoofs. No pony would run from this. Not even the most cowardly would dare to run for the hills. They knew they were the last bastion of defense against the forces that encroached. The Caribou were hot on their position and would not be remorseful.

A mass of proud warriors, some with silver manes, others with bright colors in their life filled odies, and strong in their will. There would be a shake of hooves or scream of terror this day. Only the remnants of justice, decency, and hope stood before the wake of an open field. To do anything to pause the sick and destructive future that came forth. There will be no quarter or patience within the ranks. The blood of the caribou will fall for the land of Equestria, and no pony would take this away from them.

Big Macintosh stood above the rank. His damaged left eye was covered with a white band. His claymore raised high into the sky. His silver plate armor gleamed against the light. He thought of the farm he loved. How everypony cared and adored him without hesitation. There couldn't be any harm done to them. Not even a single scratch, or a toss of a mane. No, nothing will steer them back from those beasts to be gutted like the deviants they are.

The winds of change wafted through the emptiness. And the thud of Caribou that ran in strides. They wouldn’t stop their pursuit of Equestria for no matter the cost those lands would be their own. The equine army stood before them. A visage of Equestria’s last breath against the tide of destruction. They could see the monsters that rampaged through the field. Outnumbered yet strong of heart and soul. The resolve was untested as they stood their ground. No pony would get past their grasp as long as they breathed.

Big Macintosh aimed his claymore straight at the enemy force, a stream of Stallions ran forward against the darkness. They screamed as loudly as they could. The front line of both forces slammed into each other with the loud bang of metal and clang.

--

Big Macintosh coughed a bit of blood. His body was penetrated by a myriad of curved blades and spears. An ocean of dead around him of caribou and Equine maimed and sliced. His eyesight, hazy, and soul fragmented. How he saw the Equestrian soldiers throw their lives at the enemy and battle with such ferocity. How his heart soared above all things. His warriors became one with the protection of Equestria. And now he could find peace amongst the wave of his equine brethren. He tried to lift his body but was pressed down by the many weapons stuck into him. He could see a young stallion with his head sliced in half. He reached out to his still functional hoof towards one who fought so bravely. As he did, a caribou hoof slammed onto his own. A spear raised high to where it would cleave with ease.

“Wait, this one is still alive and well” .

The blade lowered down and was slammed into the dirt.

“And what are you to do with this one, he is on the brink of death, we’ve already won, what could you possibly need him for?”.

The blade went out of sight.

“Not in all of the lands have I seen such a force fight like this”.

Big Macintosh’s sight turned hazy and weak.

“Truly, these ponies fought against our empire like no other, I could see it in their eyes as they roared across the battlefield, incredible”.

And he lost his sight, his eyes sealed in dark.

“Bring him, he shall be spared”.

--

Big Macintosh stared into the fireplace inside Sweet Apple Acres. The chilly air was unbearable to breath in, but was mitigated by the warmth. A mare he knew of, Peppermint Patty lay on the floor beneath him as his hoofrest.

“Does this please master?” said Peppermint Patty as she struggled to stay for several hours.

Big Macintosh felt a single drop of sadness drip down his eye. Then, as if like lightning, he smiled at the pain inside.

“Yes, thank you Patty, this does please master…”

He continued to stare at the fireplace, its warmth kept him alive.

--

Big Macintosh threw his slave mare on the bed. Her horny musk unmasked by the chill of the room. He brought himself out in full mast. It entered the place that was used so much by him. He could not relent, he could only pump his tears away. She gave out a cute squeal before she moaned like the grown mare she was. Big Macintosh pushed as hard as he could. The image of that young stallion eviscerated had plagued his mind. He thrusted harder, his pelvis moved every inch to please his slave.

Peppermint Patty screamed out, “say my real name, lover!”.

Big Macintosh could not refuse, “Twist!”.

“Say it again, say it again!” she begged.

Big Macintosh yelled, “Your old name… is Twist!”

She grasped his face and pressed her pony lips onto his. A smooth and soft kiss filled with heat and love. She began to hyperventilate with each quicker slap of his. Then, with one guttural groan, Big Macintosh unloaded an ocean of stress.

A stream of semen shot out and dripped over the floor. It splashed and stained the carpet with a strong smell.

“Big Macintosh, I came!”

Big Macintosh gasped a deep death groan. He gave a deep breath and let loose all in his lungs.

“Oh, I love you Big Mac” she said.

“I love you too Twist”

They embraced together and love was made. Though things have changed, all things stay the same. And for Big Macintosh, that was enough for him. Equestria would always be in his heart.