The Invasion

We moved in our assigned directions. Breeze led me along the back side of the multitude of tents, dodging the occasional enemy soldier in the process. Creeping slowly across the clearing, we made our way towards the mare’s prison. We popped out from behind a certain tent with a funny hole in the canvas and got our first good look at the quarters. My mind whirled as I gazed upon a veritable fortress of impenetrable stone and rock. Small windows dotted the place, barred over with barriers forged of iron and steel. Breeze explained that everything on the prison was carved out of the strongest, most durable material. She also said that guards constantly rotated shifts, thus keeping the mares’ hopes of escaping dreadfully slim.

“But…there is a way, isn’t there?” I asked.

“There’s always a way,” she said.

“Oh…I get it!” I said, “you’ll pose as a guard, and-“

“Just one problem with that,” she said, “the prison is for mares only. If I bring a stallion, they’ll get suspicious.”

“Ah, good point. So…what do we do?”

“You’ll see…”

She led me through the shadow of the fortress right up to a small part of the wall. Her mind seemed to possess some kind of premonitory power about the place. Apparently, she knew every last striation and mark of every single rock in the wall. She told me that she’d watched a mare or two slip out and had “failed” to report it. She’d taken a beating and been raped by Cutthroat for her efforts, but, ironically, he praised her endurance and allowed her to remain as a soldier. I winced as she showed me the scars on her flanks and chest from where his hooves plowed through her fur. I made a show of friendliness, and she thanked me for it before nudging one of the rocks aside.

“The wall is made of two layers,” she said, “the outer one is strong and sturdy, while the inside is a calculated weakness. If somepony manages to break through the outside layer, then the inside one can be easily broken and defended by the guards.”

“So…how do we get past the guards?” I asked.

“Simple. We sneak.”

She and I crept through the tunnel in front of us and found ourselves at the inner layer. But something was troubling me. I wondered why Breeze had purposely not reported the two mares who escaped while she stood guard here. I felt something of a strong bond being built between us, and I wanted so desperately to learn more about the incident. After all, friends didn’t normally keep secrets from each other. It would probably do her psyche some good to get everything out. So, I decided to ask her.

“Breeze, before we go inside…tell me…why did you let the mares go?”

“Because I felt bad for them,” she said. Even though it was dark, I could tell that there was quite the emotional toll being taken on her. I even began to feel sorry I asked, but she decided to continue…

“They were treated like animals…no…worse than animals. They were beaten daily, and given just barely enough food to keep them alive. I had to walk the halls day in and day out listening to their moans and cries for help. I even saw three commit suicide. In short, it was the most terrible thing I’d ever witnessed. So, when I caught the two that had escaped their cell, I showed them the escape route. I’d been planning it for months, and it took me quite a long time to dig through. But, I did it, and I was going to let them out sparsely. First one would go, then two a month later, and three two months after that. That way, Cutthroat wouldn’t get overly suspicious. The two mares got away, and when he came around asking for them in order to rape them, I told him they were gone and that I’d failed to report it. You know everything else.”

I looked at the floor, sick to my stomach. My mind whirled as I thought about the torturous things I might see on the other side of the wall. Would mares be violated before my eyes? Were the guards as rough and ready to rape as Cutthroat was? Would my dear friend Breeze be slain? Would I make it through this alive? Could we count on Bass Stripes to hold his end of the deal? I stumbled a bit as all of this pulsed through my head, and before I knew it, I had landed in Breeze’s hold. I looked up and, in the small light that still beamed from our entry point, I could see a smile forming. She hugged me, and stood me back upright.

“You’ll be okay,” she said reassuringly.

“I hope you’re right,” I responded.

“Just think about Twilight,” she said, “and about how much you love and miss her.”

“Twilight…” I said, then shook my head, “…the mare that I’ll never be able to marry.”

“Never say ‘never,’ Trundle,” she said, “after all, her fiancée isn’t exactly chomping at the bit to rescue her.”

I smiled a bit and Breeze finally cut a small hole in the wall. We squeezed through and out into the main courtyard of the fortress. It was crawling with guards, and we hid behind a nearby rock. But as I looked around the edge, I could see what a miserable place this must have been. Mares I knew, and even those that I didn’t know, were paraded around in disgraceful outfits. Their tails had been done up so that their private areas were on constant display. I wretched as I saw Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie forced into a lesbian encounter with four guards watching and playing with themselves. My lips shook in anger as I watched Derpy Hooves with one guard’s dick shoved deep down her throat. She was weeping, and my heart ached for her.

But finally, and most repulsively of all, I saw Twilight being thrown to the ground and mounted. She screamed for him to stop, but he didn’t quit. So, she simply gave up and buried her head in the ground while he got his fill. I’m sure that the veins in my head were bulging three times more than they’d ever done before. That was MY Twilight that he was treating like an inanimate toy. She was a beautiful creature filled with love, joy, and intelligence, and I could only watch as it was leeched out of her. He even dared to bend down and nuzzle her, adding insult to injury.

“I’m gonna kill him…” I growled in a voice filled with poison.

“Don’t worry,” Breeze said, “you’ll get your chance. But we must be patient. Look, the gates are opening. That probably means the rat bastard is coming.”

“Cutthroat?”

“Cutthroat,” she said, “and he’s our main target.”

“SEVEN SAILS!” A familiar, evil voice thundered from across the clearing, “just WHAT are you doing to my mare?!”

We looked, and the offending stallion riding Twilight immediately scrambled off of her. “I’m sorry, sir, but you said we could have our way with her whenever we wanted.”

Cutthroat grabbed the guard. “WE have intruders, you asshole! This is not the time to be porking a stupid mare!”

“Intruders, sir?”

“Yes, Seven, intruders,” Cutthroat growled, “ones that will surely fuck up our plans. Thanks to my spy, they have been identified and I’m going to need every zebra’s help defeating them.”

“Spy?” Breeze whispered in fright, “what spy?”

We looked over the rock and gasped, for there…standing next to Cutthroat…was Bass Stripes.