No hope.

No light.

Nothing good remains.

There is only obedience.

Obedience to a master.

And that is all there is.

These words, echoing in the corners of her mind, plagued Luna every day since the beginning of the Fall. They still do, in some ways. Every morning, and every night, the dreaded thoughts of spending eternity as nothing but a sex slave constantly attack her. She wanted to cry, but she dared not to. She knew what would happen if they found her crying.

Though these thoughts never leave, they rarely dominate her mind when she isn’t asleep. Luna thinks of other things as much as possible. Memories of the past. How many moon rocks she counted during her banishment. Her various adventures of her childhood. The things she did on Nightmare Night. They gave her a small comfort in between her daily punishments at the hands of the caribou.

These ‘punishments’ were somewhat less brutal than when she was still a black collar. Now, instead of brainwashing attempts, it’s more part of the usual fucking she goes through. In Luna’s perspective, it’s worth having to act like she’s enjoying it. But even though she is silently resisting in her mind, each day whittles away at her perseverance. Give it another two years, and she might actually go insane.

That won’t happen. It won’t. Luna knows patience. And her patience this time will pay off.

Part of the perks of feigning cooperation is a decrease in restriction. There’s no break in how many times Luna is groped or abused in all manner of ways, especially when the king has his way, but she isn’t always locked up in an uncomfortable position for the whole day. She is left on a leash for the times she’s not being a plaything. And during those ‘off’ hours, she is given walks by a guard, usually a lower stallion who is assigned the duty by the caribou. These walks go around the palace corridors, to and fro. It’s been like this for a year, ever since she chose to be a red collar.

Every day, when it’s time to get the blood flowing though her limbs and body, Luna is taken on her walk, to which she complies without any hesitation. The most common walking route goes by a smaller corridor that contains some of the older stained glass windows on the left side, which overlook the palace gardens. Many of these stained glass windows have been defaced with shameless drawings, so much that they can no longer be recognized. That didn’t matter to Luna though. What mattered is that they were still glass.

The second to last window would be the one. Luna had planned this carefully, going over it in her head every day. It is a very simple plan; Just as the guard is lifting a foot to step forward, Luna will latch onto his ankle and force him to fall. She’ll yank the leash away, and throw herself through the window and into the trees below. Then she will run to the river.

There are a few problems that Luna has realized. Her state of health and the tumble. Years being kept as a slave has drained her, making her physically weak. Luna will have to move quickly to make the most of her limited strength. Also, jumping out of a window isn’t a fool-proof plan. For all she knows, Luna could easily break her back on the way down. If that were to happen, hopefully it would end her misery quickly. Regardless of what could happen, however, Luna knows that this is the best chance of freedom.

Luna had thought of Celestia. She wanted to help her escape, but… She knows her sister would refuse. She has fallen too far. And so Luna will leave her. There is no other option.

Tomorrow night, Luna will enact her plan. The time has come.

“Alright cunt, it’s time for your walk again. We’re taking the regular route. There’s one of those fuck fests going on in the courtyard tonight and I’m already missing out on it.” Says the stallion guard as he grabs hold of Luna’s leash.

Luna silently follows him, walking on all fours. Tonight she has no harnesses or other clothing on. Just her wing-sleeves and her red collar. Despite being completely naked, she is able to relax a bit without any pressure on her sensitive parts. That is good. Luna needs all of her focus.

As the stallion goes on about his efforts to orgasm more frequently, they approach the corridor. Just like the average day, they pass by the stained glass. Luna begins counting down in her head.

Five…Four…Three…Two!

In the moment the stallion lifts his foot to place another step, Luna pushes forward, grabbing his ankle and pulling back as hard as she can. The stallion falls flat on his face, releasing his hold on the leash to cradle his severely bruised snout.

Luna snatches her collar, stands up, and hurls herself into the stained glass window, shattering it into hundreds of fragments. The shards fall with her into the treetops of the garden.

With a few thuds and snapping of branches, Luna hits the ground only mildly scratched. She wastes no time in getting up and running with as much speed as possible to the edge of the neglected garden. No doubt the injured guard has likely gone for help by now. There is not a second to spare.

Reaching cover at the edge of the garden, Luna crouches behind a stone guard rail, catching her breath from her sprint. Beyond the guard rail lies her escape route; one of the capital’s many rivers, which leads to the enormous waterfalls, and the aqueducts below them. Gathering her courage, Luna vaults over on to the other side of the stone railing, and dashes towards the river’s edge. She leaps over the additional stone railings and dives sloppily into the currents.

Luna remembers just how bad of a swimmer she is as the currents prove to be a challenge to ride. The river swallows Luna, pulling her underneath the surface. She continuously bobbles back up, gasping sharply for air as she struggles to direct herself. It all happens so fast that Luna doesn’t notice the roar of the waterfalls right ahead of her. The river throws her into the falls, which guide her down into the deep collection pool which connects to the aqueducts. She hits the next body of water with a loud smack, injuring her side.

Luna’s limited strength has given way, her muscles screaming at her when she tries to paddle into the aqueduct. The softer flow of the water in the stone canal carries her down like a slow water slide, until it spills off into the forest river at the base of Canterlot. Luna quickly swims to shore, bearing with the pain of her limbs and the exhaustion in her mind. Crawling up onto the grassy banks of the river, she hobbles into the pitch-black forest, completely ignoring the possible dangers that may be lurking within.

As the night continues, Luna stumbles through the hidden foliage, wincing at the scratches from prickly bushes and thorny vines. Even for the Princess of the Night, the darkness of the forest below Canterlot is near impermeable. She had already bumped into two trees in what felt like hours of wandering. Her exhaustion and pain has become too much, practically blinding her.

“N-no…No…I…I have to… leave! I have…to keep… going…”

Luna slurs her tired words as she falls limp onto the crunchy leaves which litter the forest floor. She claws at the dirt, trying to pull her body forward and back up, but to no avail. With a final reach of her arm, Luna falls unconscious, alone in the midst of the silence and darkness that encircles her.

“Hey. You need to see this.”

“Is…Is that who I think it is?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Goodness… she came a long way.”

“Quick. Gather the tarps and inform the others. We’re heading home. And we’re taking her with us…”

Author's Notes:

The whole idea of writing a fic like this has been in my head ever since I learned about the whole 'Fall of Equestria' universe. I personally don't mind clop, but misogyny is a major turnoff for me. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading =]