The Matriarch

by PonyFan6849

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Violence, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Non-consensual, Sex
Length: 3225

A bicorn known as "The Matriarch" is determined to wipe all males off the face of the planet.

“I don’t want to spend my whole life hiding.”

The mare moved next to her and pulled her close, “I know. Neither do I. But as long as stallions roam Equestria, we can never be free. But we have each other, and that’s good enough for me. I hope that’s good enough for you, too.”

The filly did her best to smile, “That’s more than enough,” she lied as she returned the mare’s embrace.

Published 2020-07-09 16:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-09 16:30:00 UTC

Chapter 0

"What a lovely day here in Earth Village," Cedarwood exclaimed as she breathed in the fresh air, "I sure hope nothing bad happens to fuck it up."

Suddenly, Cedarwood heard a loud horn and saw, in the distance, an army of unicorns marching towards the village.

"Those guys don't look too friendly. I need to warn the villagers!" Cedarwood said as she took off.

"Mayday, mayday! We're under attack!" Cedarwood announced.

"Attack? There's no other settlement around here, crazy. What, are we under siege by squirrels?" A villager laughed as those around him joined. Even the village chief chuckled a bit.

Cedarwood didn't have time to respond as a blast of energy struck the laughing villager, killing him immediately.

"Oh shit! We're under attack!" The village chief declared, "Everypony, grab your weapons!"

"But our village doesn't have any weapons!" Cedarwood reminded the chief in a panic. She could see the unicorns charging into the village, firing energy blasts from their horns.

"My god..." were the village chief's last words before he was killed.

"Screw this, time to get out of here!" Cedarwood announced as she dashed off in the opposite direction of the invading unicorns, many following suit.

"Oof!" She cried as she slammed into a force field that materialized around the entire village, "We're fucked!"

"Yes, you are." A deep, masculine voice behind Cedarwood said as she turned to see many of the male villagers being slaughtered. It was then that Cedarwood finally noticed that all the invading unicorns were stallions. It become even more obvious when several of them removed their armor, exposing their rock-hard erections before ramming it into the nearest female.

"Your turn," The unicorn stallion in front of her said, as he turned her around with his telekinesis and forced himself inside her.

He groaned as he pounded her, "It's been so long since I got pussy. You mares are only good for one thing: being a cock-pocket for your stallion masters!"

It wasn't long before Cedarwood could feel his unicorn seed shooting into her womb. As she fell to the ground, she got a good luck at the state of her village: their houses ablaze, their stallions slaughtered, and their mares violated.

"Well... fuck."

"Ugh... where am I?" Cedarwood murmured as she woke with a pounding headache.

She got a good look at her surroundings. It seems she was in some kind of prison, lying on her back with both her front legs chained to the wall behind her. There were countless other mares in the dungeon as well, each in their own cell and chained up in the same way.

Before she got a chance to speak, a loud masculine voiced boomed, "Rise and shine, fuckmeats!"

A tall, muscular unicorn, followed by two other unicorn stallions, walked into the dungeon. His loud voice was more than enough to jar the others mares out of their slumber.

"Here's how it is," He continued as he walked down the aisle, "For the rest of your pathetic lives, you will be used to birth more warriors and slaves. Each time you give birth, you will immediately be re-impregnated. Though, don't expect to catch a break while you're pregnant. We expect you to perform your feminine duties all year round. That includes your mouth, ass, or anything else. Do I make myself clear?"

When nopony answered, he leaned down close to face one of the mares near Cedarwood. Cedarwood recognized this mare. She was married, and had two foals, a colt and a filly. Though her husband and son were likely dead now, and her daughter probably being held elsewhere in the dungeon.

He leaned in and growled, "I said, do I make myself clear?"

Before the poor mare could answer, another spoke up. She was young and caring, known in the village for always standing up for those who were weak or hurt.

"Leave her alone, bonehead."

Cedarwood knew from the way the two other stallions froze that the mare had made a mistake. The stallion turned around, slowly.

"What... did you say?"

"You heard me. I bet you feel all tough intimidating a poor, defenseless mare, huh? Does that compensate for the fact that the only way you brutes can get pussy is through rape? I understand. I wouldn't want anything to do with that fugly face of yours on my own volition, either."

The stallion turned to the other two with a look of disappointment, "Do you see, my young stallions? THIS is what happens in a society where mares believe they are equal to stallions. THIS is why we left our homeland. Soon, our foolish friends back at home will have to deal with their mares' mouth spewing insults rather than pleasuring cocks. But not us."

The stallion turned to the offending mare, pulled out a knife with his magic, and entered her cell. The others followed him and held her down.

The mare was clearly frightened, but wouldn't back down.

"What? You're going to kill me now? Just for telling the truth? The truth that you're all just a bunch of pitiful--"

She never got to finish her sentence as the stallion grabbed her tongue with his magic and began slicing it with the knife.

Never in her entire life had Cedarwood heard such loud screams. Even after her tongue was severed, the stallion continued the torture by using his magic to slowly pull out all of her teeth. By the time he was done, the mare was covered in her own blood and gasping for air, tears streaming down her face.

"Anypony else?"

Of course, nopony said a word.

"Good. Now then... Let the raping begin."

It had been decades since Earth Village fell to The Patriarchy. Cedarwood, along with all the other mares from the village, were imprisoned and impregnated. After 12 months of non-stop rape, they had all birthed foals, only to be impregnated again next season and for the process to repeat each year.

Over the course of 20 years, Cedarwood had witnessed many of her peers perish as their bodies could no longer handle the strain of non-stop pregnancy in a poorly-conditioned dungeon. Despite their deaths, however, the cells were never empty. They were almost always replaced either with new mares captured from other Earth pony villages, or unicorn fillies with amputated horns. Cedarwood suspected these fillies to be their own children.

Though all foals were taken away at birth, Cedarwood had a pretty good idea about what was going on behind the dungeon doors. Since Cedarwood had never witnessed any new Earth colts or fillies, she was sure they were all killed on the spot. Unlike Earth mares, unicorns were always guaranteed to birth more unicorns, while unicorn colts could be trained to use their magic to boost The Patriarchy's military strength.

Cedarwood was also aware of her increasing age and, as a a result, her decreasing fertility. Older mares who were no longer easily impregnated were executed on a regular basis, and Cedarwood was sure her time was coming up. This pregnancy, in all likelihood, would probably be her last. Cedarwood had noticed her belly occasionally glowing faintly, leading her to believe this last foal of hers was a unicorn, and a fairly special one at that. Neither she, nor any of the other mares, had ever witnessed such a phenomenon before, and it was pure luck that none of the guards had yet to notice it.

Several weeks passed, and Cedarwood knew her delivery was imminent. She was proved right when she felt her water break one evening. This drew the attention of a nearby guard who begrudgingly began to assist Cedarwood with her contractions. As she felt the all too familiar sensation of a foal's head squeezing out of her vagina, she saw the stallion freeze in shock. A few minutes later, she understood why as the guard held up the foal to inspect it.

She had given birth to a unicorn with two horns.

Before Cedarwood could say anything, a loud horn was heard resonating throughout the dungeon. Without any hesitation, the stallion dropped the foal and ran out the door. In only a couple of seconds, all the guards within the dungeon had left in a hurry. As soon as they all left, a young unicorn mare, who seemed to have expected the alarm, wiggled herself out of her loosened chains. Stumbling out of her unlocked cell, she fell to the ground, struggling to walk.

Cedarwood could hear several mares cry out to her for salvation as she pushed herself towards a secret exit. Cedarwood understood that there was no hope for them. Hornless and hardly able to walk, the unicorn could barely flee the dungeon herself, much less free another mare. As the mare neared her cell, Cedarwood recognized the distinct colors of her coat and mane. She saw tears streaming down the unicorn's face as she was forced to ignore to cries of her fellow mares.

"Wait!" Cedarwood cried out to her as she drew closer to her cell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Cedarwood could hear the mare ramble miserably as she trudged on.

"My baby! Please, take my baby!"

That got the mare's attention. She looked down at the newborn bicorn lying on the floor of Cedarwood's open cell.

"I can't take anything with me," She choked out, "I can barely move."

"Please. Don't let her grow up here. Don't let her live like us. You can save her. Please!" Cedarwood pleaded.

She could sense the growing conflict within the mare's head. The mare closed her eyes tightly for a few seconds before heading towards Cedarwood. Cedarwood could feel herself cry tears of joy as she watched the mare gently scoop the baby into her shaking hooves.

"Thank you..." Cedarwood managed to say as the mare moved on, "Good luck... my babies."

“In the beginning, there was light and darkness. Out of that light, emerged Female. Female created life in her own image, and the world was without suffering or death. Then from the darkness came Male. Male forced himself onto Female, and from that evil came male life, bringing suffering and death along with them. Then Male placed a curse upon the land, so that life would forever be tied to the evil he committed.” A mare recited as she sat near a campfire in the forest, a young filly snuggled underneath her.

“I don’t like that story,” The filly whined.

“It’s not just a story, young filly. It’s history.”

“Well, I don’t like history, then. Can’t you tell me another story? I’m sick of hearing the same thing over and over again.”

“And I’m sick of you never listening when I tell you not to wander too far.” The mare countered.

“I’m not a foal anymore, Mom! I can find my way back!” The young filly insisted as she got up from under the mare, stomping a hoof on the ground.

“It’s not about finding your way back. It’s about staying hidden. Do you have any idea what they’ll do to you if they find you? They’ll cut off your horns, chain you up, and hurt you for the rest of your life. That’s what they did to me, that’s what they did to all the other fillies, and that’s what they’ll do to you. Trust me when I say I would rather you be dead then to live like I did.”

The filly sat down and stared at the ground dejectedly, “I just don’t want to spend my whole life hiding.”

The mare moved next to her and pulled her close, “I know. Neither do I. But as long as stallions roam Equestria, we can never be free. But we have each other, and that’s good enough for me. I hope that’s good enough for you, too.”

The filly did her best to smile, “That’s more than enough,” she lied as she returned the mare’s embrace.

A teenage filly approached a stream with an empty wooden bucket. Using her magic, she diverted a small portion of the stream to flow directly into the bucket, filling it with water.

“Liquid divergence spell, check,” She exclaimed with a smile.

Her smile quickly turned into a look of shock as she saw, just meters away, three unicorns, the first other ponies she had ever seen in her life. Recalling her mother’s warning, the filly hastily turned back.

“Now what do we have here? A lost filly?” she heard in a deep voice.

“Not just any filly. Check out those horns.”

The filly froze in fear as the three unicorns advanced towards her.

“She’s a special filly, isn’t she? Why don’t you come with us, young mare?”

The filly hesitated for a second, then ran as fast as she could. The fully-grown unicorns were a lot quicker, however, and caught up to her rather easily, holding her hostage in their magic.

“Please don’t resist. We’d hate to have to hurt such a pretty filly.” The unicorn threatened before turning to the others.

“Are any of you carrying magic dampeners?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got one with me, just in case.”

“Just one? We need two for this filly.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? Most unicorns only have one horn, don’t they?”

“Maybe we should just break one of her horns right here and now?”

The captured filly used the ongoing dispute as an opportunity to grab one of the unicorn’s horns with her magic and twist as hard as she could.

Crack.

“AAAAARGH!” The unicorn cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, clutching his forehead.

Before the others had time to fully process what had just happened, the filly drove the severed horn into the other unicorn's chest, puncturing his heart.

“Bitch!” The third unicorn bellowed as he fired a blast of magic directly at her face.

The filly barely felt a thing.

“My turn,” She said as she unleashed her own blast of energy, leaving a headless corpse to crumble to the ground.

From the corner of her eye, the filly could see the remaining unicorn trying to get back up, still holding his forehead in his hooves. The filly levitated him in front of her to inspect him.

“You must be the stallions Mom warned me about. After all the stories I've heard, this is a bit underwhelming,” The filly said as she looked over his body, “What’s this? Neither my mom nor I have this.”

She gently touched the strange organ with her hoof, “Feels gross.”

Curious, the filly squeezed the orb-like structures with her magic, and the stallion let out a yelp.

“Wow, these things must really be sensitive, huh?” She said as she increased the pressure of her magic, watching the stallion’s face twist in increasing agony.

“And what would happen if I…”

Crunch.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

“Sorry, sorry! I was just so curious, and watching that expression on your face was so fun, I couldn’t help myself.” The filly apologized as she looked sheepishly at the stallion, his eyes glazed over.

“I know you want me to stop, but I just want to try one more thing, okay?” The filly asked, though the stallion didn’t seem to hear her.

The filly closed her eyes and focused, feeling the streams within his body. She then reversed them all at once, causing the stallion to erupt in a very bloody explosion. The filly coughed and gagged as she felt some get in her mouth.

“Liquid reversion spell, check.”

“You must be the mare that escaped thanks to that traitor all those years ago,” The stallion general sneered as he circled the middle-aged mare, “Would you like to know what happened to him?”

“What happened to him doesn’t concern me. He was nothing but a tool to me.” The mare snapped.

“If only you were a stallion,” the general sighed, “Your heartlessness would have made you an effective soldier.”

“I have a heart, just not for you stallions.”

“And who has that heart been for, exactly?”

“Nopony. I live alone.”

“Sir!” A stallion emerged, levitating two hay beds with his magic, "We found these."

“You were saying?” The general smirked as he faced her.

“Okay, okay. I managed to take a foal with me. But she died from a bear attack years ago.”

The unicorn general opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by an out-of-breath scout.

“Sir! A-a bicorn! Near the stream!”

“No!” The mare cried.

“Quiet.” The general growled as kicked the mare in the guts, knocking the air out of her. “Call all scouts to this location,” he commanded, “We’re going to catch ourselves a bicorn.”

The filly ran as fast as she could through the forest. She had nearly forgotten the implications of the stallion’s presence. She needed to warn her mother.

When she finally got back, however, she found that her mother was not alone. Bruises and cuts covered her body as several stallions pointed spears at her neck. An older stallion stood nearby, with at least 50 other stallions surrounding the area, each with a weapon on hoof.

“My, my. Look how you’ve grown.” The older stallion said perversely as he looked the filly up and down, “Do you remember me? I was the stallion who aided your birth. Everypony thought I was crazy when I told them about a disappearing bicorn foal.”

“Let my mother go.” The filly demanded with a glare.

“We have no need for an old mare like her. Come with us, and we’ll leave her as she is. But try anything funny, and we’ll drive a spear through her neck.”

The filly looked at the stallions surrounding her mother. She might be able to stop a few of them, but if the rest delivered on his threat, her mother would still end up dead.

“Alright, I’ll come with you.”

Don’t…” the mare begged.

“Wise choice. But first, we’ll need to restrain you. We don’t need any more casualties here, do we?” The stallion said as he gestured towards the blood on the filly’s coat.

“Do what you need to do. Just don’t hurt Mom.”

A pair of stallions approached the filly, each carrying a black ring and hoofcuffs. She could feel her magic dissipate as the black rings were placed onto her horns. Hoofcuffs were placed on both her front and hind legs, sealing off any opportunity of escape.

The stallion smirked, “Naïve filly.”

All at once, the stallions surrounding the older mare thrust their spears forwards, impaling her neck in every possible direction. Blood spilled from her throat like a fountain.

The filly gazed in shock, but the stallions didn’t stop there. As her corpse fell to the ground, they continued to stab it over and over again.

Crack.

“How unfortunate. Slippery hooves, I suppose.”

Crack.

“Not that much was lost. Old, loose pussy and all that. Barely fertile, too.”

Crack.

“Well then, let’s get going, shall we? Before anypony else gets brutally--”

Before the stallion could finish, the rings on the filly’s horns violently shattered into pieces. The forest was painted crimson red as all the stallions present simultaneously exploded in a viciously brutal display of rage. Through a shower of blood, the traumatized filly staggered towards her mother’s mutilated body.

"Well... fuck."