Fall of Equestria: Dead Mare's Journal

by Mr Tech

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Profanity, Violence, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery
Length: 2404

A journal was found next to a decaying corpse, she was wearing an old military uniform and her head split open. There's nothing inside.

A journal was found next to a decaying corpse inside a decaying shack near an abandoned village. She was wearing an old military uniform, what's more, she had no collars on her and her clothes does not show off any of her privates. Her head was split open and there was nothing inside her head. This is the contents of the book she was clinging to.

This story takes place in a separate universe from the main Fall of Equestria universe. This is mostly a record of what my personal OCs would do if they are to end up in that situation. Also poking holes in porn logic, it's easy and it's fun to do when you're not horny 10/10 would recommend.

Published 2022-08-21 12:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-21 12:00:01 UTC

Part 1

Day 3

I am writing this to keep me sane; I have been living in the wild with no one to talk to for 3 days now, and if I don’t start writing things down, I may just lose my mind. God, I told them to hold the fort at any cost, who knew that cadet Breeze was a traitor huh? Let them all in through the east gate, lost the battle… Hah, I guess it’s jokes on me, Fire always said we need every pair of hands we can get, but I should have at least done some checks.

No point in whining now, I can’t change anything so I might as well focus on what’s ahead. Shit, Breeze’s musket grazed me when I made a run for it but it still hurts. That has limited my options on what to do. Let’s see here, three rations worth of herbs and berries, half a ration worth of safe mushrooms, and two whole nuts. I am not sure how long I will survive but I’ll manage, there’s the village nearby and Greendale a day’s walk from there.

Day 8

My injuries have mostly healed, and by ‘mostly,’ I meant I can move around without hurting that much, I have used the last of my fresh bandages today and will have to start either making my own or raid a nearby town, from what I see on a small mountain a few clicks from here, it’s fallen to the rebels. I can see that mares like me are not treated kindly as well, so I got to be extra careful if I were to raid the place.

Or, the much more dangerous option, I can start making bandages from leaves, herbs, and the plant rope that I have been making. Neither option is appealing, but if I want to live, I must make some tough choices. So which is it, risk enslavement, public humiliation, possibly torture? Or risk infection and death? What do I have to lose anyway? On one hand, my dignity, pride as a person, and the ability to look at myself and say I lived my own life. On the other hand, my actual life, modern world comforts, and medicine… Luckily, I still have a day or two to decide.

Day 9

I have made my own bandages. It’s too risky to sneak into the village unnoticed, while I don’t have an impressive figure by any measures, I still have a set of tits, besides, pride is the original sin for a reason. Damn you tits! you big fat lumps of… Fat! All my life you two have given me nothing but trouble. Anyway, the chance of me making out of that village unnoticed is not zero, but the wound is not helping. And the town looks like it’s already fallen pretty deep into depravity, public sex is commonplace and females are not allowed to wear anything that covers up their privates.

Anyway, the most sophisticated form of disinfection I know is boiling, so I boiled the rope and leaves, and made myself a makeshift leaf bandage, I added some ash as well to avoid future problems. I probably should start looking for honey to nip these kinds of problems in the bud. The berries I can find around this area are getting less and less anyway, I should move on.

Day 13

Hey, day number 13, some say it’s a lucky number and some say it’s not. It’s really all just numbers to me but whatever floats their boats I guess. Anyway, got a young mare escapee from the village today, looks like she barely got her marks, judging by the chicken scratch all around her body, she was used quite a lot. 2 stallions are chasing them; they looked like they are about to rape that mare for god knows how many times already. It was really unlucky for her to be born in this time, this new era.

This is really not her lucky day, she fell into one of my pitfall traps. Hey, hunting wild game is better than picking berries all day ok? I knocked both of her pursuers out with a club and looked into the pit, how I wish I didn’t. Poor girl’s leg was broken, and a spike had pierced her liver, i can tell that she won’t survive long. I gave her what little mercy I can offer, cut off her collar and slit her throat, she would die a free mare. As for the two stallions, I got some information out of them and slit their throats as well, it’s the least I can do to avenge the young soul.

I wonder how that brat is doing… While she has no problems being tied up, the moment she finds out it’s a permanent ordeal, things will not end well for whoever put that collar on her. Bah, who am I kidding? She’s probably off on a murder spree already. I’m sure she’s competent enough to survive longer than me, not sure if Greendale would survive her rampage though.

Day 16

So, I harvested some body parts from the 3 corpses, put them on a pile far away from my campsite, and waited. Sure enough, I now have maggots for my infected wounds. I tried my best to hide the corpses but I guess the villagers found them first. I can hear the hustle and bustle all the way from my camp, but I am not keen on dying just yet. They might lynch me for what I’ve done, taking the life of two stallions and robbing the town of a good-looking fucktoy? Yeah…

It’s hard, you know? Living with the constant feeling of weariness, if there is one thing I know from being a solder is to not think about it. But it’s still there, gnawing at your mind. This damn forest and my mind have not been kind to me, with all the insects and probably three to four different parasites inside me already, I doubt I can survive long here. But, I found myself some honey at the very least. So I can finally kiss that bastard’s parting gift farewell. With a little more mobility, I have to set more traps and gather some more bandage leaves, I may need them in the future. I am still not strong enough to steal stuff from the village yet but I think I am getting there.

Day 23

The beast of the forest is what they called me, how original. Well, I guess I have earned it. Today, a team of stallions came and tried to find out what is going on inside the forest. No doubt some of them have stumbled into my traps and survived long enough to warn others. This hand lady luck gave me might be a blessing in disguise. If they fear the forest, they might leave it alone, and by extension, me. They seem to think I am a stallion, maybe their brain has already rotted away from all the fucking. The possibility of a fucktoy can kill might have already escaped their empty heads. No matter. I have disposed of them the same way as the two so many days prior.

Also, I think I scored the jackpot here when I saw one of them with some medical supplies, even some basic disinfectant pills. Very nice. I have decided, I will lay more traps around the village to instill fear and uncertainty, I also have to work on a weapon because my combat knife is getting dull.

Day 26

I was looking at the village today, I can’t really help but think to myself, how are things going to work from now on? I mean, yea stallions fucking whenever they want is nice and all but it’s all going to end someday, mares would eventually age, and stallions would lose their fire. What is this going to do to our society? Rational mares would stop keeping up their appearance to avoid getting fucked, and then what would the stallions do? This new king is a fool if he thinks this way of life can last more than a generation. Then again, some of the red-collar slaves look like they are having a good time… What is going on in their minds I wonder?

That damn gift cadet breeze gave me has done me no favors, but at least it’s getting better. Lucky me. Can’t say that to the three stallions though, no doubt that the village sent them here to investigate. With the previous party sent going silent, they might start taking this beast of the forest seriously. I have to knock them out myself by the way, petty traps won’t work on them. They are experts in this forest; they know where to lay traps and avoid them as well, I am really at a disadvantage here. But no matter their expertise, an arrow through the head is still going to kill them. I left one of them alive to get some information and put him out of his misery as well. At least now I know for sure that I would be dead if I get found out.

Oh fuck, now that I think about it, she is not always there in her head. If she’s been used as a purple collar slave this whole time when she’s out, and suddenly becomes lucid again. Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck. I need to get as high as possible.

Day 28

Just on cue, lots of people are fleeing to the forest. Word has gotten out that Greendale, the town near this village has gone quiet. And that something killed all the men women and children, and that any who approach the city falls dead within minutes. The people are panicking, but I know what that is, as expected, her temper is nothing to sneeze at. Not a lot of village folks survived the journey through this dense forest and those who did, I can’t do much for. Cadet Breeze’s gift is still with me, and I can’t help but watch as they fell one by one. The mares fared the worst, with their exposed bits dangling around, they can’t go very far into the forest. The stallions are better but they can’t really do much when all of their best was already dead and gone, killed by yours truly.

I saved as many black-collar mares as possible. They are civilians and they looked the sanest of the sex-driven lunatics. One of them argued that not all stallions are bad, but I just showed them Breeze’s gift, I can barely lift a mare, let alone a stallion. They can’t do much else but listen to the panicked screams of their fellow villagers going deeper and deeper into the forest. Sixteen traps were set off today, and I saved three mares. I cut off their collars and gave them my makeshift pelt bras and panties. They certainly need them more than I do. I told them what likely happened to Greendale, gave them some supplies, and sent them on their merry way, they know to stay away from that place. They don’t want to leave of course, said we’d have a higher chance of survival, so I just gave her my army-issued survival guide and said some bullshit about me being a fugitive, they left after that.

Gah, that girl. So trigger-happy all the time.

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Day 29

It’s so quiet now, with most of the town gone, I’d have some time to think. What have I done all these years? Is there anything I could have changed to avoid this civil war? No. What can an admiral do anyway? Yell the economy back into shape? Fly around the country and cull any form of civil unrest? No, my life was tainted by blood long ago, keeping me in the country is a mistake. Even Celestia knows that it’s stupid, I, along with Amber was Equestria’s janitor, doing its dirty work for the country, killing any leaders that is not compatible with equestrian interest. That’s probably why high command ordered an admiral to command a fortress on the last days of Equestria... I guess I am still in denial over the fact that Equestria is no more.

I ran into the three mares when I was out hunting, turns out, they just kept out of sight but stayed close by, I don’t blame em; I am the closest thing to the old Equestria they knew. They said they have nowhere else to go, anyway. I guess it was not fair to throw civilians into the wild and tell them to survive. I gave them all a lecture about the duties of a survivalist. We are surviving, this is not a vacation here, they learned the best they could but not good enough. But I am hopeful.

--- (There was a note placed in the middle of the journal, it looks like a recent addition.)

[ Hey, I am leaving this here note here because I hope you would get to read this someday wherever you are. It’s done, one moment he’s on top of the world, and the next, he’s nothing but a corpse on the floor. Greendale was just the beginning, I wish you could have seen it with me. I’m sure you would have been there yelling at me about how this is not right if you were there, but, You are right to flee. I was so pissed I triggered a bomb at the bottom of the lake, carbon dioxide killed everyone in their sleep like the second coming of Lake Nyos.

Listen, you have been nothing but a good friend to me, heh, two sociopaths becoming friends sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. An assassin and a solder walk into a bar… Look, you have made some mistakes, we both have. And your sense of right and wrong is just as fucked up as mine, but you have been there when I needed you most, so no matter what the world calls you, mass murderer, criminal or terrorist, you will always be my sworn friend. That glorified dictator got it coming. I hope you can find happiness wherever you go. You may rest in peace now soldier.

-Perl ]