The Invasion

After our spontaneous session of sexual exploration, we congregated and planned an escape route. We enlisted Breeze Light to help us, not only because she’d given us such an amazing time, but because she had no hatred for the ponies. In fact, she wanted to help. It turned out that she had joined the Order of the Striped Warriors thinking that she would find adventure and excitement there. At first, things had gone very well. The Order was governed by a brave zebra named Brazen Ambition, and he was known for both his diplomacy and his sixth sense when it came to females. Breeze told us about the special parties he would throw where he’d sleep with five or six mares at a time. She’d been one of his lovers, and she reminisced about it with a sigh of contentment. She knew of his dealings with other female zebras, but she didn’t care. She was happy just as long as she could be with him.

He’d also kept the peace between zebras and ponies. In fact, it was he who’d sent Zecora on a special mission to Equestria and then asked her to remain there and learn all she could. Breeze said that when news broke of her new friendship with the ponies, most of the zebras cheered. The cultural exchanges, pioneered by Brazen Ambition, had helped in their understanding of Equestrian equines and how they lived. It was interesting, and it fostered many excellent relationships between individual members of the respective species. There were ponies who lived among the zebras for a time, and zebras who lived among ponies. The mutual sharing of information led to something of a golden era between the two, and everyone was happy. Everyone…that is…except for Cutthroat.

Breeze told us that he’d been born into an impoverished family deep in the Zebra Homeland, in the same town she was from. His birth name was Striped Flame. His father was lackadaisical, preferring to drink the polluted pond water nearby that gave zebras a hallucinogenic “high.” He would sit in their home with his nose stuck in the air, babbling about this and that, believing himself to be some great philosopher. But, as with most creatures who get addicted to that stuff, he was just a fountain spouting nonsense. Worse, Cutthroat’s mother would join in on these spacey sessions, and they would almost always end up mating in front of their foals. Cutthroat wasn’t sure what to do or think, and he was left on his own for the most part. He became angry with his parents for their neglect, and he became angry at their social and financial situation. He was frustrated with his brother and sister, who’d taken to fucking like rabbits in the shadow of their parents’ illicit dealings.

“At first, he swore chastity,” Breeze explained, “but then, he met this beautiful mare named Waterfall Green, and that promise went right out the window. Their sexuality became common knowledge, and they fell madly in love with each other. Yes, ‘Striped Waterfall’ were the toast of the town, and the announcement of their marriage was met with a great rejoicing.”

“So…what happened?” Twilight asked.

“It didn’t last…” Breeze went on.

It seemed that, one day, the newlyweds Striped and Waterfall ran into a pony visitor named Spelunker Caveheart. She held the cutie mark of a yawning hole in the earth and, as her name implies, was very good at traversing these underground mazes. So, in the spirit of the friendship shared between the zebras and the ponies, she took the happy couple on an adventure. She checked and double checked their safety equipment. Then they made for The Cavernous Core, the most dangerous cave in all of the Zebra Homeland, and the very reason Spelunker was visiting. They entered the cave, and she gave her zebra friends and companions two specific instructions: never leave the group and never take off your safety gear. This being accomplished, she’d led them inside.

“What happened next is a bit unclear,” Breeze continued, “but we do know that, somewhere along the line, Waterfall took off her helmet. It was at this point that the earth itself began to move with them inside it! Spelunker got Cutthroat into a spot where he’d be okay. But Waterfall had been knocked out by a stray rock. She tried to save her, but it was too late. The cave collapsed…and Waterfall was crushed to death.”

“Oh…my,” Twilight breathed, “how terrible!”

Breeze nodded. “Yes, it was. The whole village mourned her passing. Poor Spelunker was beside herself. She returned to Equestria the next day, having blamed herself thoroughly for Waterfall’s death. I remember watching her leave, and there were tears flooding her cheeks. She received an embrace from every zebra that watched her go, and they told her that they didn’t hold anything against her. Everyone did this, myself included, but Cutthroat did not. He even holed himself up in his home for weeks after Spelunker left. When he emerged, he had changed completely. He now went by the name Cutthroat, and announced that he would be joining the Order of The Striped Warrior. But, he was not joining for honor. He was joining for vengeance.”

“So…what happened to Brazen Ambition?” Twilight asked.

“Cutthroat did not tell him of his true intentions when he joined,” Breeze explained, “and he rose through the ranks until he was second in command of the whole Order. Then, one night, while Brazen was busy mating with a mare, Cutthroat slithered into the room and sliced his throat. He then took the mare for his own, raped her, and killed her. He announced a new, much more evil and sinister plan for the Order. No longer would they be the great defenders of peace and stability. But rather, they would seek to harm the same ponies that he felt had taken his beloved Waterfall away from him. The rest…is history.”

“So, if The Order hurts ponies, then why did you join if you have no beef with us?” I asked.

“My adventurous and curious aspirations overcame the doubt I had. I just wanted to go places and see the world. I didn’t know of the plan to harm Equestria, though I did know something of Cutthroat’s hatred for ponies. I wasn’t part of the detail that went to Equestria. I was told to stay here…and I think Cutthroat knows that, deep down, I actually love you ponies. You’re something of an inspiration to me, and, as I said before, I want to help you. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here.”