Author's Notes:

Hello there, and welcome to the start of my new story. For those of you who are not familiar to who I am, or my special story line for "Fall of Equestria", then I would highly recommend you read my story "Fall Of Equestria: Bruised Apples" first. For those of you who don't know what Fall of Equestria is, I highly suggest you run for the hills and never look back. Just kidding, but do know that this setting has heavy themes of rape and female subjugation (which can be varying levels of sexy and repulsive depending on what kind of person you are) and is intended for a mature audience. That being said, this story is suppose to take place after the events of FoE, and thus might not be what most readers will expect from a normal FoE story. I.E. I wouldn't expect sex acts to be a common feature, seeing on what the story will be focusing on.

For those who have read Bruised Apples, and have chosen to return for the next part of my interpretation of Fall of Equestria, and what I feel are more accurate events of what would happen then what we are given in its "canon", then I thank you for your continued viewership. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as my previous one, though I realize that for many reasons Bruised Apples might be my Magnum Opus. However, that doesn't mean I can't try to make a story just as good or better than the previous one, and in hopefully less time than before ^_^;.

Anyways, without further ado, let us begin our journey into what happens "After Fall of Equestria".

“Ahh… Uhhh… Hrah… Mhrr…”

A series of non-stop grunts and groans came from a blue-furred, white-maned mare, steadily losing what little strength her unicorn body possessed as she stared into the face of another unicorn who was raping her sore and stretched vaginal passage. She didn’t know this stallion’s name, nor did she believe that he knew hers, since he resorted to calling her ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’, ‘whore’, and ‘cock sleeve’. Words that in the caribou’s language all equated to ‘woman’. She did have a name though, and once had a title that went along with it, even if she believed she was no longer worthy of either.

No, nowadays she felt that a nickname given to her by a couple of her former masters was more appropriate. “Stumpy” is what they called her, to constantly remind her that the horn on her head, the part of her she used to cast her magic, had been brutally removed, robbing her of the thing that defined her as much as her cutie mark. She wanted to refute the name, but internally she knew that it was fitting, and it seemingly following her no matter how many times she changed hands.

At least the stallion stabbing at the walls of her pussy with his dick didn’t appear to know it, scolding her for lack of participation by saying “Come on you stupid cum bucket, you can do better than that!”

Stumpy didn’t really see how she could do ‘any better’, seeing her current predicament. She was bound, legs bend upwards till her ankles went above her head, trapped in a rack-like device that also held her thighs, wrists and neck in a pillory attached to the top half of it’s frame. If it were separate from the table, the rectangular contraption would have made it hard for the unicorn to move any part of her without taking the rest of her along with it, but the set of stocks were directly attached to the front of a hard, oaken table. Thus her body was suspended off the ground by her appendages alone, high enough that the stallion inside her could enter her without need of bending over or crotching over. The tables tilted angle aided to further increase the ease of entry, while keeping her breasts within groping range as she achingly dangled from the contraption.

Ever since she had been stupid enough to be captured by the caribou, this had been the norm for her, ending up hilt deep on the rigid shaft of some horny male, usually tied up or chained to something as stags and stallions did what they pleased to her body. Day or night, it didn’t matter, Stumpy was used constantly as they stole pleasure from her. Today was no different, save for the venue that she had been dragged into. She was in some rich earth pony bastard’s mansion, surrounded by fine food, expensive drink, and deviant sex acts being performed by mares who relished the excitement and thrill that came with serving their male masters’ perverse whims. She had been set up as one of the party favors, an open use black collar that would be handed off to whoever wanted her at the end of the night for keeps, and while she had been fucked and tossed about several dozens of times, the night looked far from over.

The celebration was massive, perhaps the biggest one Stumpy had ever been a part of, filling up the entirety for the mansion’s ballroom to beyond capacity. The majority of the mares servicing the event were reds, either brought in by guests or belonging to the stallion who owned the place. There were a few other black collars, and even a purple or two, each part of the rich bastard’s private collection of warm fuck meat, but she was perhaps the odd one out in all of this. She was not being owned by anyone in particular, more public property than anything else, brought in off the streets because she was available.

It was all to break her down, make her submit, putting her through the ringer countless times until any signs of the mare she use to be were gone. They used many methods in their attempt to achieve this goal: torture, neglect, rape, disparagement, and most of all, degradation. One day she would find herself waking up in a hog squalor, covered in dirt and other unsanitary substances from having to ‘satisfy the males of her own kind’, and the next she’d be suspended off the ground by her arms and legs, a dildo shoved so far up her ass she could taste the rubber. They had gone so far as to ‘enhance’ her body, as they put it, using chemicals and drugs to make her erogenous zones more sensitive, or enlarging her breasts till it was hard to walk upright without support. Even now as she laid helpless with a stallion squeezing her engorged mammaries, she was more aware of their hefty weight than the weight of the rest of her body suspended on her entrapped appendages.

Within the short span of her time as a slave, the caribou and their pony followers had done everything they could to her, short of blanking, and yet they still pressed on their abuse in what felt like a never ending cycle. If their goal was to get her to stop fighting, in a way they had accomplished that. She no longer bothered to resist physically, and resigned to merely drifting from one location to the next to allow whatever new or reused method of torture happen to her. That wasn’t enough for the caribou though. Passive as she was, she still wore a black band around her neck. The caribou knew that she still despised her ‘proper’ role, an opinion that would never change. She could never enjoy this mockery of life she had become trapped in.

Then again, that was the exact reason she was in this predicament, or so she was told all the time. Men would always give their promises, that if she became an eager slut she would be spared the pain, but she knew there would never be redemption for her. She was ‘too proud’, ‘too arrogant’, and had been too much of a hassle for the caribou before her enslavement to ever be allowed to live a happy life. Aside from that, all of the things that had ever made her happy had been destroyed, broken or stolen from her. At this point, Stumpy had decided that the only option left to her was to wait out the life sentence the caribou had placed on her.

Stumpy wasn’t sure how long she had been stuck in this awkward and agonizing position, but it didn’t matter. This was just a fraction of the eternity that was her enslavement. One moment in the endless string of suffering she had to endure. She no longer could equate her feelings of it all as mere hate, fear or sorrow. The only word that related to what she felt now was ‘tired’.

She was tired of having her ass rammed by an ever growing list of men of whom she would met only once and then forget. She was tired of cumming and pouring sexual fluids out of her pussy until she became too dehydrated to continue. She was tired of being teased, and touched, and beaten. And she was tired of being taunted about how weak she was, how she was powerless to stop men from doing as they pleased with her body. The whole experience wore on her like an unfunny joke made at her expense over and over, until the monotony of its constant repetition long since drained any punch it once had, at this point just beating an emotionally dead horse.

So as she laid there, not struggling against her rapist as he drove her body into the table she had been placed upon to put her holes at the right height to be screwed, her only thought was ‘How much longer is he going to take?’. This couldn’t have been that pleasurable to him. She figured that had to be the case because she hardly felt him inside her, his relatively small size compared to some of the other males she had been raped by, and the pummeling her insides had taken from the night’s activities forming a lump of numbness. The only reason she grunted while being plunged into was because the stallion was literally thrusting so hard that it pushed the wind out of her lungs.

Turning her head to the side, Stumpy searched for something that would take her mind off things until the stallion fucking her finished or became disinterested. The first thing she saw, of course, was another mare having sex with another nameless stallion. She was a unicorn, just like herself, with her horn severed to a stump poking out of the bangs of her mane. She didn’t know this other unicorn’s name, or who she was before the fall, but she knew that this one was a slave mare belonging to the host of this party, one of many that catered the event and served as entertainment.

Stumpy had seen the mare with her earth pony master at the start of the celebration, made up to look as attractive as possible, kneeling at his side as a trophy to his accomplishments and personal glory. That one brief moment of tranquility didn’t last too long before the guests formed their groups to divide up the females present, and now she was just another warm hole that stallions found pleasing to stick their dicks in. She looked as ragged and exhausted as any other mare at the party, the hours of intense, non-stop sex enough to affect even the most talented of sluts. Even so, the red collar slave was slurping down the girthy crotch meat of a pegasus, happily serving her earth pony master by fellating the feathered male and inviting his penis for a prolonged stay in her wet, spasming esophagus. That was the behavior of a red collar though, finding joy where every other mare found only misery.

Watching this mare, as her throat bulged out time and time again to fill out her already tightly fitted collar even more, filled Stumpy with envy. Not because she lusted after the larger dick exploring the depths of the mare’s orifice, nor that she wished she could have been unbound like the obedient red. While the latter would have been nice, and the cost of sucking the male dry a cheap price for such comfort, what she was really envious of was the fact that this other mare could manage to form a smile though it all. It had been so long since the unicorn had been able to do the same, and she felt to some degree that she couldn’t anymore. She had experienced such misery that the simple act of curving up the corner of one’s lips seemed impossible. It sounded silly in her head, but even when she thought back to the good moments of her life, the time before a collar was forced on her neck, she could only see them as memories of what she had now lost.

Star Bright held back nothing as he plowed the blue mare into bliss. Bound as she was, she was an object that only existed to provide him pleasure. She had to have been the eighth mare he had fucked that night, and boy was she a looker. Those pouty lips and that saddened look in her eyes turned him on enough that his nearly fry balls served as no deterrent to working up a full, if somewhat sore, erection. He loved a mare who played hard to get, and black collars were about as hard as they came.

He still couldn’t believe that he was able to just walk in the front door, but he managed to slip in during a moment when the bouncers decided it was time for their fifteen minute fuck break. Because of that, a simple stallion from Baltimale, formerly known as Baltimare when Celestia ruled Equestria, was able to crash one of the more elaborate parties Canterlot had to offer. He thought he would have to stay out on the streets, waiting in long lines for subpar pussy, but instead his cock was stuffing some of the best snatch in Equestria. Shame he couldn’t have gotten into the castle the same way.

These rich snobs knew how to throw a party though, and save for pictures of the alicorns or the Elements of Harmony, he had never see a more delectable spread of girls in his life. In the course of a night he had gone through a zebra, a bat pony, a saddle arabian bitch, a gryphon, a pegasus, a buffalo, an earth mare, and he was topping it off with this uniwhore cunt. He never wanted this night to end.

Damn, this feels too good. Star Bright thought as he felt his sperm slowly building up from his well worked testicles. I bet this black collar is loving it too. I bet she’ll thank me afterwards. She had to love having her meat hole plowed into a quivering mass of ecstasy, and the upset on her face had to only come from the fact that his thick cock would eventually have to leave her body. It probably being one of the largest she had ever had the privilege of having rammed inside her.

The unicorn stallion knew that no mare truly hated sex. The only thing that got in their way of being a red was that stupid old world female pride, but that was something that could be removed with a good fuck and a firm hand. The only reason this lovely mare didn’t fully embrace her life of servitude was because she hadn’t been fucked by the right man. None of these limp dicked aristocrats knew anything about taming females. Every red here was probably bought pre-tamed, or sent to some high class obedience school. They didn’t know the first thing about how to control a woman, none of them were real stallions.

Star Bright could handle a mare though, or so he believed. He had his own red collar back at home after all, and she never refused his dick, though a little persuasion was needed to get her in the mood sometimes. Looking down at this blue furred bitch, and how her eyes were drifting away from him to another stallion, it looked like this one needed a little bit of motivation too.

Reaching over the wooden bondage device holding her appendages, he firmly gripped her muzzle so he could direct her face forward, back to him. “Look at me when I cum in you!” Star Bright demanded, giving her a harsh slap across the face for good measure.

The hand hit the hornless mare in the eye, swelling up almost instantly. It was unfortunate that Star had to rough her up a bit to get her lust-addled mind focused on what was really important, but a liberal dosage of pain in a mare’s diet was good for them. She didn’t even seem to mind it all that much anyways. She didn’t let out a cute yelp or scream, or even a whimper. She only let out a deep sigh at her own inadequacy.

“Good girl!” Star said, congratulating her for realizing it was her fault she got hit. She knew she did wrong, and understood that this was all part of the process of becoming a better mare. Some day she might even earn a lovely red collar for her obedience. For now though, she had earned a different reward; a personal one, straight from his sack to her wanting womb. “I’m cuuummmmiiiinnnnggg.”

Giving a few more rapid thrusts, followed by one last plunge of his cock, Star released all the sperm he had left. He could feel the white fluid squirt in spurts from his flare, splattering the walls of this cunt’s cunt with his hot goo. Despite her pussy not spasming in the slightest in the throes of pleasure, she must have loved it. Her non-swollen eye stayed locked on him the entire time, her pussy was wet as a water slide, and her moans betrayed any attempts to deny her satisfaction.

His cock clenched up a few times more, shooting out everything he thought he had into the captive mare. His dick remained stiff and ridgid though, telling him that he could have another go if he wanted, even if he had nothing left to pour into a mare’s hole. Why not? Star Bright thought, No need to end the night here when I’m stiff as a post.

Star released the mare’s muzzle, and loomed over her with a big grin. “You’re in luck, slut,” he said, honoring her with a title that any cock hungry bitch would be thrilled to be called by, “I’m still horny, and you’re still sexy, so let go for another round.”

The mare gave the most delightful groan in response, emptying her lungs to express her desire. Not giving his dick a moment to soften in the slightest, Star Bright began anew on bringing himself and this mare into another glorious climax. Every thrust made the lovely and lusty cunt let out a grunt, the stallion thrusting with his full force each time. He didn’t bother to hold back at all, with no concern that the mare’s insides might become one big, swollen bruise by the time he was done. A mare like this, owned by a pony with a bottomless change pocket, would probably have all her wounds healed up after the party anyways by some zebra concoction, so why trade their pleasure for caution?

That thought in mind, the stallion put even more of himself into his hip thrusts, pushing so hard that it lifted the mare temporarily off the table and bouncing her globe sized tits violently when she landed back down. This must have gotten her really in the mood, for now even she couldn’t silence her yelps of passion or tears of joy.

Everything about her movements told Star that she as far into what he was doing as a pony could possibly be. The way her chest heaved as she took in a deep breath after every declaration of her lust, her curling fingers reflexively grabbed at the air as sensations beyond her tolerance threshold flooded her mind, the way her legs kicked against the unpadded wood binds holding them in place. They were all the signs of a true masochistic pleasure slut. It was all so attractive, so arousing, sending Star over the edge faster than he had ever been before.

Within minutes, Star’s dick was spasming, despite his depleted balls. He could feel the tip of his twitching penis tap rhythmically against the tight hole of the unicorn mare’s cervix, and thus satisfied, he collapsed forward to lay his exhausted body on top of hers. He could swear that his heart and hers was beating with the same intensity, and could feel the vital organ’s motions from within her vagina through his slowly deflating cock. Even with his own mare, he had never felt so alive as he was right now. As expected, the night of the Grand Galloping Gala was the best night ever.

The mare looked at him, the sorrow in her eyes more evident than ever. She had to have known that this was it, and she’d be left without his dick to send her into bliss. All good things had to come to an end, but he did feel sorry for her. Taking a cock away from a mare was like taking a bone away from a dog. It was saddening, but inevitable. No man could keep it up forever, even with performance-enhancing drugs. At the very least, he could keep himself inside her for as long as possible.

“Why…” She asked simply, sniffing and sobbing as her pussy contracted around the rapidly diminishing penis.

“Sorry, you pleasant little fuck slut,” he said, feeling himself slipping out of the warm flesh wrap it had resided in for some time. “You’re just gonna have to settle for the next guy that comes along to ream your ass.”

“No…” she replied, speaking softly as she laid back, hardly moving save for her heavy pants, “Why did you do this to me?”

That was an odd question to the stallion. After all, he was a male and she was a female. That they were going to fuck was pretty much a given, as that was just what the two genders did with one another. It’s not like a mare had any greater use than being a cock warmer, and this was a party celebrating the anniversary of the caribou’s takeover of Equestria. What else were they going to do? Just stand around and socialize? As if any female had the capability to hold a conversation.

Then he got to thinking about the question, and how it related to him. She surely didn’t ask every male this question. Then the obvious nature of the question dawned on him, and he let loose a laugh loud enough that it drew momentary attention from the other guests immediately around him until they decided his outburst was unimportant. Clearly the mare wanted to know why she was blessed by his attention, when he could have chosen any other in her stead.

He should have known from the start, this one was just like the girls at his local whore house. Plenty of them made declarations in the private rooms about how his dick was the greatest that they had ever felt inside them, and that they were always happy to see him. The mares practically worshipped him and his sex organ like a god, and showered him with affection more than he showered their owner with money for their time. He should have know that his charm, attractiveness, and masculinity would make any mare desperately lost in his thrall.

Star Bright simply loved this, and couldn’t help but feel empowered by it. If this beautiful mare, whom he assumed was the personal property of the pony who hosted this luxurious party, could fall in love with him with just a couple dickings, then practically any mare could be his for the taking. Now he really didn’t want this to end, and just before his cock could disappear back inside its sheath, it went back to full mast, delving deeply back into the mare, finding new life in the thought that he had essentially stolen the heart of this unicorn slave girl from her master.

For turning him on more than any other female he had encountered before her, he wanted to reward the girl. He couldn’t tip the girl for her service; mares had no use for money. He didn’t have anything like a sex toy to give her in order to remember him by. What he could do though was give her some kind words that would let her know that he was pleased with her behavior. Normally, complementing a mare was not a very good idea. It made them believe they had more worth than they really did, and a sense of self-worth was the reason mares had to be shown their place to begin with. The proper use of compliments geared towards the right subjects could aid in taming a mare though, and he would love to see this black collar put on the right track because of his motivational words.

“Well because...” Star said, pressing his body up against the mare’s her massive jugs compressing and displacing under the pressure of his chest, his face closing the gap with hers, “It’s because you’re special. You’re talented, beautiful, the hottest fuck I’ve had in awhile. If I could, I would take you home and chain your ass to my wall so could stick my dick in it whenever I wanted. Why, a mare as gifted as yourself would be a prize for any stallion, and your master must be happy to have you as part of his stable of slave sluts.”

With his body pressed tightly against the captive mare’s, his hands were free to explore. He had had enough groping and rough foreplay already, enough to turn the mare a darker shade of blue if her fur hadn’t masked the bruises, and now he wanted some intimacy. It started with a rub of his muzzle against the mare’s face, then a few kisses along her lips and a hand moving through her silky soft mane. Something about this, and his previous words, sparked something in the mare, and finally got the unicorn mare to finally react in more than grunts.

“No!” She said, moving her body against Star’s own, “Stop! I’m not special! I don’t want to be special! Please! Leave me alone!”

Star Bright couldn’t help but smile. This girl was really getting into the whole ‘helpless victim’ shtick, and it was turning out to be hotter than what he was going for. She sure knew how to keep a stallion amused, and if this was how she wanted to play it, then he was happy to follow suit.

With a tug of the unicorn’s mane, Star wrenched her head back to kiss at her throat. “That’s right, don’t stop you fuck hole, don’t stop.” he said, giving a few more thrusts, thinking he could feeling his cockhead press up against the entrance to her womb.

“No more!” the mare loudly replied, really getting into the the act as she formed streams of tears that flowed down her cheeks. The mare must have been an actress or something before the fall, since Star could almost believe they were real.

Of course, the time of his life couldn’t go without something putting a damper on it, and from behind him he could hear the disgustingly upsetting sounds of a stallion vomiting on the floor, the unmistakable sound of stomach fluids and chucks of partially digested food bits splattering about.

For fuck’s sake, can’t these hoity toity pricks hold their liquor? Star thought to himself, not putting in even the effort to look away from his bound fuck toy to see if the ill stallion was doing okay.

“W-what the fuck?!”

“What’s happening?!”

“Ohhh myyyyy… Bluargh!!!”

A series of male voices rose up from all around, emitting shock and revulsion from them. Star couldn’t believe how easily the other stallions were grossed out by a simple act of another guy throwing up. How prissy could a group of guys get. They’d probably be better off all switched into mares, since they acted so much like them. He wasn’t going to let it ruin his erection though. He was enjoying the black collar wrapped around his cock far too much to care about anything else.

Yet, it was beginning to feel like the entire universe was trying to ruin his good time. More and more of the stallions around him started to panic, or added their own disgust induced hurls to the mix. Not only that, but he was starting to notice that the mare’s squirms were becoming less erotic, and more legitimately resistant, with screams of “Get off!” and “Stop raping me!” hitting his ears at point blank range with painful intensity.

The stallion was appalled that the female unicorn was no longer succumbing to his sexual prowess, allowing herself to become distracted by everything going on around her. Sure, the party was starting to rapidly fall into decline, but that shouldn’t have taken her mind off what was really important here, which was himself. After all he had done for her; the dirty talk, the stuffing of her loose cunt, indulging her masochistic cravings, going so far as to compliment the worthless slut. She owed it to him to get his rocks off again, and he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“Fine then!” Star shouted into the mare’s face, his annoyance evident, “If you want to have it that way, I have no problem taking pleasure from that pathetic excuse you call a fuck hole.”

Star rammed himself in harder than ever before, hitting so hard against the mare that he felt a sting from their flesh colliding. He did it a few more times in rapid succession, matching the intensity each time he jutted his crotch forward. The mare, in response, let out agonized screams as her cum filled and aching passage got battered further, having to inhale sharp breaths each time her lungs depleted to continue her protests. She could cry all she wanted though, he no longer cared if the mare got any enjoyment from this, and to some degree he didn’t care if he did either. Each thrust went in full force, as if in desperation, like something within was making him preserve what was happening, guiding him to commit this savage act.

I’m fucking the hottest mare I’ve ever been inside, he heard inside his mind, speaking to him in a voice that wasn’t quite his. I’m making her do what I want. Forcing her to please my wants and needs. She is my slave, my bitch. She might want to resist, but I know she loves it.

The final comment brought to the stallion a small amount of acknowledgement of what was going on. The mare strapped to the table wasn’t enjoying herself. In fact, if he and her were to swap places, he wouldn’t be able to say he’d be happy with it either. The device she was strapped into, and the position it held her in, looked painful, and the way he was slamming into her didn’t appear to help the situation whatsoever. Even if her exhausted body found the means to reach climax once more, it wouldn’t really undo the damage she had to sustain to achieve it, and the way she fought and sobbed through it all agreed with that sentiment.

There was no two ways about it, Star Bright was hurting the female unicorn. His hips started to slow down at this revelation, and he found himself thinking back on how she had been reacting before this point. She was frigid, hardly responsive, and the only time she broke that was when she started to cry. That didn’t seem like the reactions of someone hiding the fact that they wanted to be used like some dirty whore.

Who cares what she thinks? Star’s hips thrusted forward, again picking up speed as something took control. This was never about her. This is about you. You’re male, she’s female. She has no rights, no will. She only exists to satisfy your dick. That is her only purpose.

Star started to notice more and more how this voice in his head no longer matched his own. The truth of the matter was that it never truly did, but it had covered his thoughts so thoroughly that he had no ability to tell the difference. It was as if another person had been in charge of his life, turning him into a puppet through which their perverted ideals could be channeled, allowing only the smallest attributes of his personality through, and then corrupting them for their intentions. It had gone on so long that Star couldn’t tell when it really began, and didn’t even understand that up until a few moments ago his actions weren’t his own. But more and more he began to realize that what he was doing was not what he wanted, and that he wanted to stop.

What am I doing!? He thought, attempting to remove himself from the blue mare he was balls deep inside.

You are being a man! The voice replied. You’re taking what is yours. Showing this female her place. You are proving that you are better than her in every possible way by drilling your dick into her cunt!

I’m raping her! Star slammed his hand against the backboard of the rack the mare laid upon, startling her in the process. I don’t want to do this! Control was finally becoming his again, and the voice in him slowly vanishing as it did.

But the other voice was not quite done yet, the presence inside Star persisting to convince the stallion to stay on the path, becoming more frantic as it died inside the stallion’s mind.

If you stop now, you’ll just become weak again! You will be made a slave, forced to serve under women, and you will never be able to achieve your true destiny! If you don’t plow this mare senseless you… will… DIE!

The voice was making no sense at this point, only spouting off extremes in hopes to scare the stallion into submission. If he were a slave, it was never to any woman, it was to this voice in his head. If anything prevented him from achieving anything, it was the time he wasted on fucking mares and ignoring his goals. If he were ever weak… it was when the caribou arrived and made him who he was that day.

Star pulled of the mare before him, a flood of tears pouring from his eyes as the gravity of things came down around him in crushing force. The time since the caribou invasion. How he had started off trying to fight the cervine creatures when he first encountered one plucking the feathers from a pegasus’ wings as he raped her, the mare unable to fight back with her body bent over a horizontal pole, and her appendages tied together. How once he was subdued with a shock of a stun stick, he woke up with a newfound desire to do the same, and was allowed to do just that as the caribou he tried to attack let him to take a turn with the then de-feathered and helpless pegasus.

After that, he had taken the mare as his own, his caribou liberator having already taken what he wanted from her. He fucked her daily, tying her down when needed, furiously driving his dick into her without mercy. He forced her to crawl in the dirt, because the voice in his head made him think it was proper for a woman who dared to soar the skies when he never could, and for some time fed her little but his cum from a dog dish, until she begged for it straight from the tap.

Day in, day out, Star tormented the mare, until she was finally broken enough to ‘earn’ a red collar. He always credited her obedience to his masterful skill at taming women, but now he could see that the mare only obeyed out of fear. What he was compelled to believe was love, respect, and admiration, was little more than a frightened girl doing whatever she could to escape how monstrous he could be when he didn’t get his way. His presence must have been a constant source of pain and dismay in her life.

Freed from his delusions, Star clutched his head as once fond memories became nightmarish visions. How could he have done all the atrocities he had committed, not only to his own pegasus slave, but to any female he could get his hands on? He had participated in every big social event he could, of which the caribou had thrown many over the past year, each themed in further degrading and demeaning woman on mass scale. He had spent money in brothels and whore houses, specifically on black collar slaves to practice his assumed talent of taming, making the unwilling mares compliment him on his ability to force them into orgasm against their wills while entrapped in bondage that left them exposed and unable to act against him. He spent even more on tools of sexual torture. Gags to stop the screams for mercy. Shackles to prevent escape. Paddles to enforce unjust punishment, and vibrators and plugs to assure that his victims never had a moment when their holes weren’t violated.

The things he had done were so vile, so repugnant, that Star wished he could deny that it was him who had done it all. He couldn’t though. No matter how he tried to dismiss his responsibility, he could not refute that it was his hands that had held down and molested the bodies of countless mares. That it was his voice that spouted off endless obscenities meant to belittle ponies he had once called friends. Worst of all, he could not ignore the dribblings of semen seeping from his dick as his testicles mustered out just a little more from the demand of one last orgasm. He had used his penis to rape and traumatize so many, to cause suffering while he revealed in climax. It was all to horrid for the stallion to even comprehend.

Stumpy watched out of her non-swollen eye as the unicorn stallion went from plowing her pussy, to pacing about and muttering to himself. The sight of it pulled her from her misery, and exchanged it with curiosity and bewilderment. She had never seen a stallion like this, at least not during the fall. He was panicked, verging on deranged, on the cusp of going into a complete mental breakdown, and he wasn’t alone.

Most of the stallions at the party were acting similarly at this point, many having started before the unicorn that had been fucking her did. They screamed, trembled till they were little more than quivering puddles on the floor, shot turrets of vomit that exploded from their muzzles as if they were afflicted by some devastating illness, and even resorted to digging fingernails into their own flesh or pounding their heads against walls as they desperately attempted to wake up or piece together what was going on. Any mare who wasn’t bound to a spot quickly fled from the stallions, in fear that their sudden lapse of rationality would lead them to be hurt in the crossfire, with previous experiences with irrational males giving them no reason to assume otherwise. Those who could not move simply watched as they bore witnessed to a spectacle unlike any other, an event more terrifying than that of their own enslavement and rape because of the sheer insanity of it all.

Who knew how long this all could have gone on if left unchecked, this mass hysteria that seemed to grip everyone at the party that had a dick. However, there were a small few that were not affected by the mental attack that plagued everyone else. They easily found each other, a mere handful of calm, if confused and freaked out, presences in the sea of chaos.

Stumpy was able to spot and track the group as they joined together, talked to one another to figure out what was going on, and discussed amongst themselves how to handle it. She wasn't the only one either, as several red collars joined the group as well, hoping that their masters could put a stop to all this. At first the men looked put off by them, their pleads and clamoring around the males only causing more problems, but then one raised up his hands, and brought the entirety of the group to pause.

It was the earth pony who had hosted the event, keeping his composure in light of this catastrophe. What could he have been thinking at this turn of events, where in he would probably be blamed for what had happened? At first gaze, no one would even think that he gave a damn about what was going on, and how it could affect him. Perhaps he thought he could solve this situation without it turning into a huge debacle, perhaps be heralded as a hero if this could prevent further incidents. Or maybe he wasn’t worried because he knew he could always use a mare as a scapegoat if the reason for all this lead back to him. There were plenty of times when a mare suffered for the sins of their master, and there was no reason this should be any different.

However, the earth stallion did have some sort of plan. He and his small party of stallions and red collars waded through the other guests, heading to the center of the party room. They had little opposition, the other stallions in the room too preoccupied to give them any mind. When the group made it to their destination, they all faced outward, took a deep breath, and then shouted as loudly as they could, “STOP!”

The small group’s joined voices were easily able to dwarf the other noises in the room, and to Stumpy’s amazement, the plan worked. The loud command caught the attentions of mostly everyone in the room, with only a few unable to pull themselves out of their trances. Though those whose attention was grabbed were snapped out of their temporary madness, and their gazes turned to the stallion and his posse, waiting to see what they would do next now that they had gotten the what they wanted.

“Gentlecolts,” the earth stallion said stepping forward, “I don’t quite understand what’s going on here, but we need to pull ourselves together. This is hardly behavior fitting for a male, and whatever it is that caused this, we can easily overcome. We just need to focus on the reason why we’re here.”

“The reason… we’re here?” asked a random pegasus stallion from the crowd, unsure of what he had even been doing in a place such as this.

“Yes, to partake of fine foods, good drink, and all the mares that I’ve graciously provided you for my party. I don’t know what’s gotten into you all, perhaps one of my slaves cooked some bad hors d'oeuvres.”

Stumpy had to roll her eyes to that, her assumption that some mare was going to take the blame coming true at the first opportunity the earth pony had to dismiss his own potential involvement.

“But we need to get a hold of ourselves, and in what better way than by doing what we came together to do? So drink down some wine, fuck a mare, and try to forget whatever it is that made everyone go crazy.”

Of course even with his scapegoat in place, the stallion wanted to make sure that no word of this event left his manor, even if his only fault was not watching an irresponsible mare. For a rich, influential pony, image was everything, and rumors of hosting a party that turned ponies psychotic was not what a pony like him would want floating about. Best to keep everyone quiet and distracted with booze and sex. If he was lucky, everyone would just blame it all on an alcohol induced delusion, and laugh it off the next morning.

However, what would have in a normal situation elicited cheers, followed by some more debaucherous acts at the expense of every female present, was instead met with a bunch of shocked and angry glares. What happened next was a surprise to anyone who wasn’t aware of what those stallions had just went through.

It started with a single, winged stallion grabbing one of the red collar mares in the group by the arm, one closest to the rich earth pony, the unicorn mare that had been sucking cock next to Stumpy earlier. “That’s the spirit!” The earth pony exclaimed, thinking that his words had gotten through to his guests. The next thing he knew though, the stallion was tossing the mare aside, which didn’t please the earth pony one bit. “Now see here, beating the black collars is fine, but my red collars are off-”

The earth pony didn’t get to finish his sentence, not before a fist rammed right into his nose, slurring his final word and knocking him to the floor. The pegasus had pushed the mare aside only to get closer to the earth pony, and the fury on his face denoted that he had put everything he could into his attack.

Hurt, but not unconscious, the earth pony clutched his face, as the rest of his small group went for the pegasus to prevent any further attacks. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” he yelled with indignance, no one since the fall ever laying so much of a hand on him. “Do you know who I am?! What I’ve done for the king?! When he hears word of this, you’re gonna be nothing but another bitch in my harem!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” yelled another earth pony, one much larger than the one shouting off threats. The rich stallion had little time to do so much as turn his head, before it was greeted by another impact, this time a hoof that struck him in the temple.

“MASTER!!!” screamed the unicorn mare, reaching out to her now unconscious owner from her own prone position.

Once more, the other stallions of the rich pony’s group tried to restrain this new attacker, while keeping a hold of the previous one, but before they could reach him they were restrained themselves by a multitude of other stallions coming to their defense. Stumpy watched in awe as the stallions began fighting, one small group scuffling with a much larger group that converged upon them from all sides.

There was little the group of caribou loyalists could do, and not even the mares at their side tried to save them as they watched idly by in horror. Even if they could have made a difference, they had been trained so thoroughly that they were worthless, and that even one male was superior to all of them in every way imaginable. With that mindset, what hope could they have had to try and fight the furious mob of stallions?

As they watched on helplessly, other mares cheered for the stallion’s success. Red collars and black collars alike, each seeing this as a possible chance at freedom, or a definite chance at revenge. Stumpy didn’t know how to feel though. On one hand, it certainly looked like a miracle was taking place. After more days than she wanted to count being tortured and abused at the hands of the caribou, it might finally be coming to an end. On the other hand, it seemed too good to be true. Maybe this was all just another trick to get her hopes up, only to dash them again. It was the ‘male’ thing to do in this day and age, and this just seemed all too convenient.

“Oh sweet Celestia, what am I doing?” said a voice from not too far away from her, “You’re still trapped in that thing. Let me get you out.”

It was the unicorn, the one that just a few minutes ago was thrusting his cock inside her. Now he was rushing to her side, and fiddling with the locks that kept her entrapped in her rack. The locks themselves were only kept in place with simple turn switches, as keyed locks would have unnecessarily complicated things had someone wanted to remove her from her binds to force her into a new position.

One by one he undid them all, and then when the final one was undone, he helped ease the female unicorn to the floor. “Are you hurt?” Looking at her face, and the eye he had struck earlier, he knew the answer to that. “What am I saying? Of course I did.”

The unicorn felt her unbound arms and legs, aching from prolonged stretching and having to support the weight of her body. Her eye at this point was of little concern when the damage had been done.

“I’m… a bit sore,” she said calmly, her attitude reverting to a more neutral one after all she had seen.

“I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was doing. Something… It doesn’t matter. What does is that you’re safe now.”

Stumpy still wasn’t so sure about that, but she could see other males assisting mares just as this unicorn had helped her, the ones that weren’t busy beating up and subduing the other stallions at least. They were doing whatever they could, from removing women from their own binds to trying to comfort some of those who were still in a traumatized state. It was an almost alien thing for her to behold, having not seen a male truly care about a female for some time now.

The stallion with her was a step ahead though, and was busy undoing the buttons on his suit jacket as she scanned the room. “Here,” he said, handing it over. “Put this on. You must be freezing.”

Stumpy did as she was told and placed her arms inside the coat. It felt weird to have something on her that’s purpose was to cover and conceal. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to wear clothing that wasn’t just a few straps made to titillate onlookers.

“Fuck, what am I doing? I don’t even know your name, or told you mine. I’m Star Bright.”

The stallion's name was unimportant to her, but something about him sharing it did give her a sense of compassion from him. Most stallions that used her never bothered to tell her their names, nor did she bother to ask. But the previous men were just dicks and harsh hands to her, and this one was was at least someone to her now.

“So… do you have a name?” Star asked, in case the implication of his question evaded the mare.

“It’s…” the mare paused, something reminding her not to utter her real name, under punishment of pain. Lifting her tired arm to her forehead, she touched that reminder, and then slumped against one of the legs of the wooden device that held her for a large portion of the night. “Stumpy. Stallions call me Stumpy.”

Star Bright bit his lip. He would have had to have been completely oblivious to not notice the signs the mare was giving off. After all she had gone through, all he had done to her, Star couldn’t just let that slide. He took hold of the mare by her shoulders, and looked her dead in the face. “It doesn’t matter what the stallions call you. You’re a pony, and you have a name. You remember it, don’t you?”

Stumpy looked back at the stallion, and saw in his eyes a kindness unlike any she could remember. The feeling of his hands were gentle, and made her feel safe within them. Maybe this was a turning point. Maybe she was freed. Maybe things were about to get better for her, and she could finally live again.

She gave Star a weak smile, all she could muster with her emotions stunted as they were, but it was the best smile that she had made in some time. For that alone, Star had earned an answer for his question. “My name is…”

“Trixie!”

The yell came with an accompaniment of poundings against an ceder door that separated the blue unicorn from the rest of the world.

Six months had passed since that night. The night that she was released from her enslavement. She had later learned about the things that happened that night at Canterlot Castle, at the Grand Galloping Gala, and how it had allowed stallions to return to their senses. One single series of events had spelled the end of the caribou’s reign, and brought liberation to the ponies of Equestria from their tyrannous hands.

Trixie played no part in the removal of the caribou herself, unable to work up the courage to fight them, afraid of what might happen if they got a hold of her again. So while others were doing their best to drive them off, she was being moved around with other ‘civilians’ to keep safe. Eventually, after the caribou threat had been forced into small areas where they could do no more harm, she was escorted to where she was now; a shelter the newly established governing powers had made for those whose homes had been destroyed during the invasion of Equestria. One of many.

The mare at the door was one of her many roommates, yelling at her because she had practically taken up residence in the bathroom. Trixie wasn’t even using it for its intended purpose, but instead using it simply as a quiet place to stare into her own reflection. That worthless mare dully looking back at her from just above the bathroom sink. A mare still in the bonds formed by the caribou.

She may have had her horn restored, but she had yet to relearn how to cast even the smallest of spells since she got it back. The one thing she use to base her entire world around, and the caribou were still keeping it from her in their own special way. She didn’t know what held her back, as it wasn’t lack of trying, but her inability to do the very thing that defined her, her own special talent, the thing she was born to do, served to make other things undeniably noticeable to her.

Like how her life hadn’t really changed much since she was given back her freedom. She was still being handed off from one pony to another, with no real control over where she went or what she did, and at the mercy of others. The caribou had taken everything from her, and destroyed it as thoroughly as they destroyed her. Her home… her old performing outfit… everything. While some mares were able to reclaim what had been taken from them, their houses and property given to stallions or repurposed to perform some function for the caribou, she had been left with nothing. Most importantly though, her current situation made her understand that even before the caribou, her life wasn’t all that great. At least that’s all she could think when she looked back to before the invasion, remembering all the times she had failed at something or had done awful things to other ponies.

“Has she locked herself in there again?” Another voice said from behind the door.

“She’s been in there all morning,” said the first, irritation in her voice.

After those brief words, Trixie heard the familiar sound of a key sliding into a lock, and the turning of mechanical parts. With a click, the door opened, and in peeked a orange-ish, tan mare with blonde hair, and a stern expression permanently plastered on her face.

“Miss Lulamoon,” said the mare, coming in once she saw the facilities were not currently in use, “We have discussed this before. No matter how depressed you get, you have to remember that you’re sharing this house with dozens of other mares. The restrooms are not your personal moping spots.”

“I know, Miss Harshwhinny.” Trixie said, turning to the older mare, “It won’t happen again.”

“That is what you said the last two times.” Harshwhinny replied, not happy that this was becoming a common conversation between them, “Now if you’d like to join us, we are about to begin the daily chores.”

“What about breakfast?” Trixie asked, her self pity having worked up a hunger in her.

“I’m afraid that you spent all of breakfast in here.”

“But-!”

“Miss Lulamoon, you need to start learning that you aren’t going to be given any privileges that aren’t granted to anyone else. You are not special, and will not be treated as such.”

Trixie hung her head and stormed off, hiding her tears from Harshwhinny as she vacated the room. She knew she wasn’t special. The caribou had made it a point to make sure she learned that lesson, and she didn’t need to be reminded by another mare. Then again, it was just another thing that proved that for all the things that had changed, there were still plenty of things that stayed the same, and today was just going to be another day in her horribly depressing life. A life where she was weak… and powerless.