In the middle of nowhere, at what seemed like an inconspicuous area of wooded area far enough away that no pony would venture into on purpose, a large rock started to shudder about on its own. Seemingly there was nothing there to cause the motion, but as it tilted itself backwards, a blue unicorn and a young pegasus revealed themselves from underneath.
Trixie, more cautious than she had ever been in her lift, only lifted up the hollowed out stone a bit, looking all around for signs of caribou, before picking up the rock till it turned sideways. “I think we’re clear, quickly now.” Trixie said to Merryweather, holding up the fake structure to let her out.
The filly nodded, placing stack upon stack of objects out on the ground before flying out of a hole in the ground that was hidden by the rock, leading into a tunnel that led all the way back to Trixie’s hideaway. This disguised passage had been long locked from the inside, so that had some pony randomly stumbled upon it, the stone would be held tight, making it seem immovable. With the shell being very durable as well, there was no reason why anyone would see it as anything else but a heavy formation of granite.
Trixie replaced the phony stone once Merryweather exited the tunnel, then bent down to pick up an armful of her magician props, “Take a good look around, and remember what direction we come from. If we need to make a break for it, or get separated, you need to get back here as soon as possible.”
“Got it,” Merryweather said as she gathered up her own pile of trick objects, looking around for other landmarks she could recognize should she have to come back on her own.
The filly had agreed back at the hideout to obey everything Trixie told her to do. Having had a little time to think on what they were about to do, and the fact that she didn’t have a plan of her own, Merryweather figured that if their rescue attempt had any chance of success, it would come from the quick thinking of the unicorn, who had stepped up to the task twice now against this new threat to Equestria.
“Then let’s go,” Trixie ordered, heading off in the direction she knew the caribou’s caravan of captives would be heading, “Even with that shortcut, we won’t have much time before they pass our ambush spot.”
Merrryweather gave a nod, following closely behind. Trixie was glad that the young mare was listening to her, and treating this situation with the seriousness it deserved, but this still felt like a bad idea. The only thing they had going for them was that it was night, and thus these caribou wouldn’t be able to spot the walking through the woods on the whim of coincidence and chance. Without that, they were still outnumbered, and outmatched in physical ability, so if this was going to work, they’d have to do something tricky.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the dirt road the two of them had spotted in Trixie’s periscope, and from there it took even less time for them to get to a large rock formation that Trixie had spotted beside it. This pile of stones, big enough to be a small hill had it been made out of dirt, was where they would set up their ambush, and make their ill-advised attempt to save what few ponies they had the opportunity to.
“We don’t have much time.” Trixie said, sorting out the items in her arms, and dropping half on the ground, “I’m gonna set up some traps on the road, and you take everything else to the top of this rock. See if there is anything big and loose up there we can use while you're at it, because we’re gonna need some force when they decide to come after us.”
It was Trixie’s plan to make sure that the two of them kept a good distance away from the deer men, as they did everything in their power to scare them away from their captives. Using the rocks was a good start, as it was higher ground that would make it hard to reach the pair of ponies. Aside from that, Trixie was going around the road and the rock, burying some of her fireworks just deep enough that she’d be able to spot them. The best thing about them was that the power she used didn’t take much to ignite. Fire, lightning, or even just magic was enough to trigger detonation.
During her preparations, the unicorn did have to pause for a moment, thinking about the one caribou that came face to face with one of her colorful explosives on that first night. Not knowing that he had actually survived, the idea of another accident of that nature was troubling to the mare, but Trixie quickly rationalized that the cause of that was that she had lit everything she had on her within an enclosed space. It was a miscalculation on several fronts, but this time she’d ensure that no one was harmed with such lethality.
When Trixie was finished, she went to the stone formation, and called up to Merryweather in a whispered yell. “Merry! You got everything ready up there?!”
The filly looked over the edge, and acknowledging that Trixie was trying to keep quiet in case the caribou were getting close, gave a silent nod in return.
“Good, then help me climb up!” Trixie said, “They have to be getting close, and I don’t think I can get up on my own!”
Merryweather flew down, and aiding the unicorn by supporting her from underneath as she climbed, shoving her shoulder into her rump with all the power her small wings could manage. It still took a bit of effort from both of them, but together they both got to the top of the rock, far out of reach of anything that would be on the ground below.
Once at the top, Trixie took a moment to relax, as a real battle was about to come, and she had to be both physically and mentally ready. She took inventory of everything Merryweather had brought up, which was mostly a bunch of hand held fireworks that launched small balls of flames, none of which really strong enough to cause real damage. Aside from that, Trixie brought some of her trick cloths, the kind that a magician pulled out of their sleeves, tied end by end to make a rope out of them, as well as some smoke bombs, and megaphone. While she wanted to lay low for as long as possible, the last item was going to come in handy when things began.
“Oh, Trixie,” Merry said, flying over to the other side of the plateau they were now sitting on, “I looked around like you asked me, and I did fine this.” The filly went over to a small boulder, and pushed her body into it to show that it was able to move, if ever so slightly by her body weight.
“Good find,” Trixie said, “But we’re gonna need something to move it. Go and find me the sturdiest stick you can find. It has to be really strong, so we can use it to roll the rock when the time is right. Stay away from the roads while looking, and if you can’t find one soon enough, then just forget it and fly back.”
“On it,” said Merryweather, taking off back into the woods.
Part of Trixie hoped that now was the time that the caravan showed up, while the young pegasus was gone, so she could handle this on her own. Another part of her knew that she couldn’t handle this alone, and accepted that Merryweather was gonna have to be part of the plan if any of it was going to work. The last part of her believed that this was doomed to fail, and that they’d be better off going back to the hideout, but knew that the filly would never accept that. Since she wasn’t so heartless to let the young pegasus do something so foolhardy as this alone, the only acceptable option was to make this work, or fail only so badly that Merryweather saw it was a losing battle, and they both make their escape.
It was about this time that Trixie started to hear voices, male voices, which she had learned from her spying was not a good thing. She didn’t know why, but all the men, both of deer and pony variety, were active participants of the rape and abuse of the mares of Equestria. This had to be the caravan coming her way, and if there was ever a time to back out, it was now. A part of her just wanted to stay hidden, let them go by, and then have Merryweather come back none the wiser, but Trixie wasn’t that self centered or heartless. She was here, she was prepared, and there were ponies that needed her help.
Pressing her stomach flat against the rock beneath her, she crawled over to the ledge to get a peek at what she had to deal with. It was just as she had seen back at her hideaway; a small cart being pulled by two mares, who from her distance looked to be pegasi, driven by one of the deer men, while three others sat in back, enjoying the company of an earth pony that was in the middle of sucking their dicks in turn, who was assumedly being forced into the act. Trailing behind the first cart was a smaller, secondary cart, holding an assortment of other mares within it, trapped within a square cage built into the transportation device. They were each in varying states of despair, sorrow, and outrage, having been mistreated by their captors for over a week and still not accustom to their new status as sex slaves.
Almost immediately, Trixie found her eyes locked onto the two pegasi, who Trixie could tell had been put through a lot since their capture. They had been stripped of all attire, with strike marks crudely decorating their flanks, strapped in tightly to the cart’s pull shaft. Each was secured by matching harnesses that hugged their feminine curves, encircled their breasts in an erotic fashion, which the nipples on each of their had been pierced by a heavy looking metal loop ring, as a set of small metal clamps attached to the crotch straps by small, elastic cords bit into the lips of their pussies, pulling them apart to reveal the pink flesh inside.
Their arms and neck had each been trapped within a small wooden stockade made of two planks of wood, with half-circles cut out of their sides which created three holes between them when locked together, to hold the three appendaged in place and prevent any means of removing them without assistance. The center hole made much larger to not only allow their necks to fit, but the collars that currently embraced them, both being black bands with a metal ring loop in their front, which looked to form a solid loop with no seam, which meant they couldn’t be simply taken off.
From there, they both were given a set of reigns, which wasn’t uncommon for coach guiding ponies to use to get quick instructions from the driver, but these ones were locked to their heads by another harness device, and had as part of it a blindfolding attachment that completely covered their eyes, rendering them blind and reliant on the one guiding them to go in any direction with confidence.
Lastly, the two pegasi were each wearing some sort of casing on their back, made of a similar black leather as their collars, that surrounded the bones of their wings. This was something new to Trixie, as while she had the unfortunate opportunity to watch as pegasi get their wings plucked of every feather, she had yet to see these odd encasements. Their purpose was clear though, as with as confined as these bindings were, they had to be designed to not only prevent flight, but prevent regrowth of wings. While Trixie could not fathom the caribou enchantments placed upon them that outright prevented feathers to reform, she could imagine what would happen if they could, and with no place to go, any newly formed feathers would mash up with one another, becoming bent and deformed.
With all the bondage and body modifications placed upon these mares, it added a level of indecent lewdness, making them look more exposed than if they were just nude, which would have made them a magnet for the eyes of any who so much as caught so much of a passing glance at them. Seeing how these caribou used sex as torture, it was clearly an act of depravity that catered to their perverse desires, taking a sadistic form of gratification from the helplessness and degradation of these mares.
What shamed Trixie a little was that she actually knew the delights that came with belittling others, and forcing those you had defeated into subjugation. Her time under the influence of the Alicorn Amulet had her doing things similar to this, forcing those she temporarily ruled over into tasks with unbearable stipulations, taking joy from their suffering as they toiled to appease her. However, that pleasure faded away once she was tricked into parting with the artifact, as the unicorn’s senses escaped the corrupting power it contained. Even at her worst though, she had never gone this far, and she couldn’t begin to consider this manner of punishment on another as arousing as the stags below seemed to. Maybe as some absurd dark fantasy, trapped within the confines of one’s own imagination, the sexualized suffering of another would have provided some form of erotic amusement. As the reality laid before her though, Trixie could only believe that only the most depraved and immoral of creatures would ever find the sight of another creature in such distress as anything more than revolting.
As sickening as the image below her was, Trixie had to keep her eyes glued to it, so she could see when the small caravan of prisoners were in place. They were coming up fast, unaware of what the blue unicorn had in store for them, and hopefully that would be enough to get the upper hand. Trixie, in her preparations, had left a small mark in the dirt road, and the moment the mares went across it, her attack would begin. A sweat formed on Trixie’s brow, and her body shook as she anticipated that moment, but when a hoof touched down on that particular spot, Trixie’s horn lit up, and she went into action.
From the caribou’s perspective, this was a dull night, with nothing too exciting about it, not even the earth mare being passed around between them. They were part of an invasion unit that had taken over a pony town called Vanhoover, which had been conquered the day after Canterlot fell to the Caribou’s main attack force.
It was part of the caribou’s plan give the Crystal Cock a grace period to spread it’s enchantment all across Equestria, to convert the stallions to the side of their soon to be rulers, and then assist any who were having trouble subduing their stupid, unsuspecting females by invading the towns the following night. These attacks took place in all major cities, as smaller cities were expected to be able to handle this shift in demographic power dynamics much easier, due to their lower populations.
This strategy, combined with the caribou’s unmatched skill in raiding settlements and capturing the females of what they deemed ‘weaker species’, proved massively successful, as many mares were bound to their beds by their spouses, or in the midst of being raped by some stallion they once knew as their neighbor upon the caribou’s arrival. The stragglers had little ability to resist the more physically imposing deer, and in no time at all, most of Equestria was under new rule.
For the better part of a week, the male population of the newly annexed kingdom, both pony and caribou alike, celebrated through what was an almost ritualistic defilement of every mare they had placed into the bonds of slavery. Food, wine, and acts of sexual conquest were given out in a seemingly endless stream, with the last part handed out the most liberally. Any female pony they saw fit to fuck was subjected to days of non-stop rape and humiliation, as they were stripped of all possessions, clothing, and any Equestrian rights they presumed they had.
However, the celebration of the rise of the caribou, and with it the expressed emancipation of all males from a female tyranny that the stallions never believed existed until this point, had to eventually come to a close. The other, smaller settlements had to be taken care of, and the caribou had come to learn that not all stallions had succumbed to the effects of their previously believed ultimate weapon of influence. Thus, small sub divisions of the caribou’s raiding groups had been sent out to take care of those places not yet secured for their new empire.
The ones riding in the cart were one such unit, having traveled from their original assigned location to the city of Tall Tale, then through the Smokey Mountains, dropping off a few caribou soldiers each time to bring the order of the caribou to those uncivilized locations, while picking up a few mares as tribute to the caribou, before moving on. The remainder of that unit were the four caribou present in the cart, traveling through Whitetail Woods on their way to Las Pegasus. Las Pegasus itself had already been taken over, becoming a hedonistic den of depravity, that used the already existing greed of its patrons to guide their newly found desire to dominate females, and thus they too had sent their own sub division to inspect several locations, including a privately owned rock farm nearby, and the cities of Appleloosa and Dodge City, before stopping at Baltimare, which in turn would send its own unit, and so on, and so forth, until no place within Equestria was outside of direct caribou control.
As it stood, the four traveling caribou believed that their forces had won, and that only a positive future was set in stone for them and their kind. So with things settling down into normality, the meager prizes of a job well done felt trite in comparison to the rewards they had access to not days prior, the dozen mares they had access to nothing in comparison to the literal cities worth of Equestrian mares they were shortly able to partake in. The only reason they chose to travel at night was because they wished to arrive at Las Pegasus sooner, to continue with the level of debauchery they had acquired a taste for.
“Hey, can’t you make those sluts move any faster?” asked one of the passengers, his dick not being the one the mare sitting with them was currently occupied with.
The driver, likewise finding the ride tedious, replied, “I don’t know, let’s find out.” as placed control of his reins in one hand, and grabbed a whip he had to his side in the other.
Before the whip could even be uncoiled, the two mares quickened their pace up, having heard the brief conversation, their backsides already bearing the marks of many a snap of the object’s length. That didn’t deter the caribou driver though, as he wasn’t going to waste a chance to give those bare mare asses a few more marks. He let the whip out, pulled back the arm holding it, and took aim at a spot that had not yet tasted the sting of high velocity leather.
The only thing that stayed the stag’s hand was a sudden display of sparks shooting up from the ground in front of the two mares, accompanied with a series of loud, booming sounds as they exploded a few feet above the cart. It was startling enough to catch the attention of every member of the caravan, willing or not, as the darkness of the night was lit up by a short string of multi-colored lights.
Immediately after, a dozen or so small purple orbs landed among the cart, breaking on contact with whatever solid surface the hit against, be it cart, ground, or even the caribou themselves. This caused a burst of compressed smoke to burst out of their containers, which held together in the form of a giant cloud that covered the caribou’s section of the cart.
“What’s going on!” yelled one of the passengers, as confusion spread among him and all the other caribou.
This was, of course, the work of Trixie, the smoke coming from the tiny bombs she used in her act. Normally, the obscuring cloud of purple they created would vanish almost instantly, but the unicorn was talented enough with her magic to control the water molecules in the air, which she displayed once against Rainbow Dash by manipulating a rainbow, and turning it into a colorful tornado. To use it to keep a bunch of gas particles together in one place was not too different from that.
With the deer now in her smokescreen, they couldn’t see anything outside of it, but she could see if they tried to escape it, which one did immediately, only to get pushed back inside with a powerful firecracker launching up in front of his face. It didn’t hit him, but the shock of it being close enough was enough to make him retreat to the relative safety of the cart.
“Stop right there!” Trixie yelled into her megaphone, shifting her tone to make it much deeper, “You have trespassed on the territory of The Great and Powerful…!” Trixie had to stop herself from finishing her declaration, realizing that it might not be a good idea to give out her name, “G-Guardian of the forest! Leave your cart, and flee from whence you came, or suffer my wrath!”
The caribou, while not familiar with this part of Equestria, or its history, were not impressed by the threats being made by the voice booming around them. They knew, or at least believed, that there was nothing that resided in Equestria that could go up against them, not after the pony’s princesses had been dealt with so swiftly. The only remaining feeble threat they recognized was holing herself up in Ponyville, and was to be dealt with in a few days, right after the rest of the kingdom was scheduled to be under the full control of the caribou. This lazy approach to finishing off the last assumed capable resistance to their new regime showed how little the purple alicorn princess, and the town she resided in, meant to the caribou.
If the caribou felt next to no intimidation from what was supposed to be Equestria’s greatest hero, then why should they show any concern for whatever was attacking them now, especially since they had a trump card over the most powerful inhabitants of these lands. Their armor, engraved and enchanted with the magical runes of their people, made them all but invulnerable to any form of magical attack, which most creatures they encountered relied on some form of it to fight. Those that didn’t were rarely strong enough to surpass the might of a single caribou, and those that could were overwhelmed by the numbers of their raiding groups, as caribou didn’t find any sort of nobility in fighting fair.
So in the face of this ‘guardian’, none of the quartet of caribou felt the slightest bit of fear. They might have been caught off guard, their range of vision limited, with no clue as to where their attacker was, but that meant nothing to them. The attack before, while bright and loud, still looked like magic to them, and the voice, while booming, still sounded female. The last detail alone was enough to keep their morale high, as it was an immutable fact to them that no female, no matter how magically or physically talented, was a match for a male.
“I think it’s time we stopped playing with this bitch, and let her see who’s really in control here.” One of the stags said, stepping out of the cart without a care.
Once more a spray of colorful sparks shot from the ground, but unlike the time prior, the caribou didn’t retreat. His determination earned him a second eruption of sparks, but except this one was directed right for him, shot up at an angle so the sizable rocket would shoot into the smoke, instead of upwards in front of it. It hit the caribou in the chest, bouncing right off their chestplate, with enough force to knock them back a step, before launching up in the opposite direction, and exploding at a safe altitude.
“Ah!” The caribou grunted in response, not getting a good glimpse at what had hit him. To him, having been pushed back into the smoke, it just looked like something flew into him, ricocheted off, and then a flash of light appeared from outside the purple haze. “Careful. Whatever magic this cunt is using, it’s strong enough to get over our armor.” He announced, knowing that it was possible to overwhelm the negating power of the anti-magic runes.
Trixie, watching from her elevated hiding place, was happy to see her tricks were still working to keep the deer within the area that they would be affective, but still didn’t have any clue how to get them to run away, leaving their captives behind. If they kept brute forcing her attacks as they had been trying to, then she’d run out of firework traps before making any progress. She had to try a new approach, but had no idea what that would be.
“Trixie!” the unicorn heard from behind her, startling her for a moment, before she looked back to see Merryweather flying up to her post, carrying a fairly large tree branch, “I heard you, and flew back as quick as I could!”
The unicorn grumbled, having hoped that the foal would be gone longer on her fetch mission, but realized that the noise of the ambush was not something the filly could simply ignore. “Get over here, quick!” Trixie called to the pegasus, setting off a few more fireworks at the same time, to distract the foes below from the filly’s flying.
Merryweather obeyed instantly, touching down right next to the older mare, as she set the piece of wood she had found to the side, “So what’s going on? What do you want me to do?”
Trixie felt like telling Merryweather to fly back to base, and that she would handle it from here, but the truth was she wasn’t going to make any difference on her own, not after firing off a payload of her ammunition all at once, and that tactic not making a difference to begin with. She looked at what she had on hand, that being the megaphone, the handheld fireworks, and the stick Merry had just brought to her. It really wasn’t a lot, even if she could utilize the boulder in her attack. Aside from that, all she had was her low level spells, none of which could do enough damage or be frightening enough on their own.
“I’m gonna be honest,” Trixie said, igniting what she had left of her ground traps to keep the caribou at bay a little longer, “I really don’t know. There’s nothing I got that can deal with a situation like this.”
The unicorn’s declaration of defeat disheartened the young filly, as she had expected just a little more from the mare who had rescued her several times now. That quickly changed to motivation though, since if Trixie wasn’t able to come up with a plan, then it was up to her to take charge, and the first thing she thought to do was grab Trixie’s cape, and tug on it as hard as she could.
“Hey!” Trixie yelled, not expecting to be attacked for her admittance of her inferiority, “What are you doing?!”
“I’m trying to…” She said, giving a grunt as she used all her might to pull at the piece of fabric, “Get this cape off your dress!”
“I know I’m not the brave, magical pony I pretend to be,” Trixie replied, still portraying herself highly, even as she admitted to being weak, “But I don’t think I deserve that!”
“No!” said Merryweather, “I got a plan, and I need this cape… and your hat.”
Trixie was shocked, as well as confused. She had no idea what the filly could have been thinking, but if she had a plan, even a bad one, that was better off than what Trixie had. Perhaps the older mare should have put her hoof down, and demanded that they both retreat, but with the determination Merry was showing, she doubted that the younger pony would listen.
“Fine!” Trixie said, pulling off her dress, which the cape was attached to, having a bra and underwear on underneath to maintain her decency. She then grabbed the cape by the part closest to her dress collar, and tore it off by the seams with her adult strength. “Now what?”
“Now make two more tears here and here.” Merryweather said, pointing to two spots of the cape, a little above its center, near the edges.
Trixie obeyed quickly, and once the tears were made, the pegasus snatched the cape, and put it over her body, slipping her wings into the freshly made holes. Immediately after that, the pegasus took Trixie’s hat from her head, and with a bit of force, pushed it into the unicorn’s horn twice, each time making it poke through the fabric, leaving two holes in it.
“So here’s what we do,” Merryweather said, placing the hat, which was conveniently large for her size, over her head, using it as a mask, “I’m taking the fireworks we got here, and flying over them.” Saying that, the filly scooped up as many of the handheld fireworks as she could. “I need you to activate them for me, while keeping them distracted.”
Trixie nodded, and watched Merryweather take to the sky. As soon as she got a little ways away, the mare finally got why her cape and hat were needed. The dark purple of it in the night sky was enough to hide the mare from sight, especially with the purple fog around their targets, and even more so since Merry was already wearing a matching outfit. From Trixie’s elevation though, she could see the pegasus’ wings, and keep tabs on her, while the caribou below would have no clue what was happening.
One couldn’t attack from above alone forever without being discovered though, and that’s why Trixie needed to keep on her own end. She still didn’t have much of an idea what to do from here, but anything was better than nothing. As she watched Merryweather take a position above the smokescreen, waving two of the fireworks in one hand, Trixie knew she was ready, and that she had to be ready too. It was now or never, so with a quick ignition of Merry’s weapons of choice, Trixie reached down to her own, that being the megaphone, and took her magical focus off the purple for just a second to create a small thundercloud.
Back inside the cloud, the stags were plotting their own plan, thinking that they still had the advantage, which in many ways was true. They just didn’t want to get hit by another spell, as while the caribou saw themselves as great warriors, that self image only existed under circumstances when they wouldn’t be hurt. Otherwise, most caribou were as battle hardened as a rookie soldier, if not less so.
“Look, we have to go out there,” the driver said, taking the role of leader, “It’s just one creature, and it can’t hit us all at once.”
“Sure,” said one of the others, “But do you want to be the one who gets blasted? I’m already starting to bruise from that direct shot I took.”
“Don’t be a coward,” the driver scolded, “A bruise like that is nothing. You know it, I know it. The only thing keeping us in here is that none of you three know how to take a hit.”
“Then why don’t you take the lead?” questioned another caribou, “We’ll gladly charge out there if you draw their attention.”
The driver scowled, as the other caribou correctly deduced that he didn’t want to be the one being targeted either. They couldn’t just stay pinned down though either, not when it was a woman putting them in this embarrassing position. He tried to think of some way they could all get out without the danger of being pelted with spells, but the only thing in the carriage was the four caribou and a worthless earth mare.
“Wait a minute,” he said aloud, before grabbing the mare by her red collar, “None of us have to put ourselves at risk. Not when we have the perfect decoy right here.” The stag directed the now frightened mare to the edge of the cart, as she quickly figured out what the large deer male meant, “Get ready to bolt the second you hear her take the hit.” he instructed the others, who each snickered at the mare’s misfortune.
“P-Please, don’t…” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t want to take the brunt of this attack anymore than the caribou did, and naked as she was, the earth mare knew it would hurt her much more than the armor clad bucks.
“Don’t worry, bitch,” the driver said, putting his hand on the small of her back, “We’ll give you a good, hard, dicking after this is all over. Loyalty to your masters is always rewarded.”
With that said, the caribou shoved the mare out with nary a single burden on his consciousness, viewing the mare as a tool, and nothing more. The caribou readied to make their move the second their slave was outside the fog, about to leap from the cart to find cover before they hunted down their attacker, but just before they exited their vehicle, they were given pause as an enormous thundercrack sounded around them.
“THE FUCK!?” yelled the driver, falling backwards from the sound of what he assumed was the mare being struck down by some incredibly magical force.
“You have ignored my warning and refused to flee!” yelled the creature they only knew as the ‘guardian’, and now you will suffer my wrath!”
At that announcement, fireballs rained down upon the stags, coming from random directions. Since their cart had no top, there was nowhere for them to hide, and so they could only make feeble attempts to dodge the oncoming flames, occasionally taking one to an exposed area, and feeling the heat burn their fur and the skin underneath.
This was proof to the caribou that they were dealing with a powerful spellcaster, as all of their attacks bypassed their protections against magic, if only barely, and each perceived spell appeared grand and spectacular from their point of view. Even though the pain they felt was in no way immense, this was all it took to put some dread in the tyrannical deer, as the moment they found themselves in the position of the oppressed, all moral was sapped from their being.
The firestorm went on for a few minutes, with each caribou receiving their fair share of burns, and none with the courage to leave the cart, believing that doing so would have them struck down as brutally as the mare was. When it stopped, the voice of the forest guardian returned.
“I will give you one last chance,” it said, giving its ultimatum, “Abandon your cart, flee my woods, and return from whence you came, or else…” A blue glow appeared in the purple of the fog, formless at first, but as it got closer, the glow revealed itself to be the face of a massive, glowing bear, “I will feed you to my pet.”
With what little the caribou knew of Equestria, they had heard of this beast. The dreaded Ursa Major, a frightening creature that no pony dared to challenge, and with it looming down upon them, the caribou knew why.
“Run,” the guardian said, as the colossal ursine reared up, raising its paw, “While you still can.”
Trixie dropped her megaphone, needing both of her arms for what was next. She was tiring, having done more minor tricks with her magic than she was accustomed to at once, the unicorn stringing together an advanced form of levitation, creating a small thunder cloud, lighting dozens of fireworks, and having to create an image out of light that looked convincing enough in the smokescreen to make the caribou think it was actually an Ursa Minor. While Trixie never had an issue casting spells back to back, the stress and prolonged usage of her magic seemed to accumulate together, in a manner which she was not used to.
It was all very taxing mentally, but fortunately the last part of all this would require a physical effort instead, as she started working to push the bounder off the ledge. If this worked the way that the unicorn wanted, then it would have to scare away the stags. That was what Trixie hoped for, but if they didn’t run after this, then there was no other choice but to retreat, because they’d be out of ways to intimidate them.
As the blue mare struggled to budge the small boulder, Merryweather returned to her, tossing away the used up remains of the last fireworks she had. She had used them all to create the firestorm, with Trixie periodically lighting new ones each time the ones she was using stopped, the older unicorn knowing exactly how many fireballs they produced.
Seeing that the mare needed help, Merryweather flew to the stick she had retrieved previously, shoved its small end into a space underneath the rock Trixie was making with her pushing, and pushed down on the wood to use it as a lever. Together, the two mares got the stone to roll, pushing it right off the side of their ambush point, and right in the direction of the cart. The crashing weight of the boulder, which caused the ground to rumble, that, along with the image of a Ursa Minor about to slam its paw down upon them, was finally enough to make the stags abandon their cart in pure terror, leaving them with a only a second to spare before the section of their caravan they had been riding in was reduced to splinters.
With Trixie’s final trick done, the smoke finally was allowed to disperse, so the caribou could see the damage the ‘Ursa Major’ had done, and none of them looked brave as they stared at what could have easily been them.
“F-Fuck this! I’m outta here!” one yelled, tripping over his own hooves as he turned tail and ran back up the trail, back in the direction of the Smokey Mountains. Two others were quick to follow, not wanting to stick around to see what this guardian would do to them if they refused to leave.
“Wait!” yell the driver, the last one left, looking at the cart of caged, screaming slave mares, who were just as terrified as the caribou who had thus far been the only target, “What about these mares!?”
“Leave them!” one yelled back, “They aren’t worth saving!”
The driver considered what his fellow caribou said, and had to agree. There would always be more mares, more slaves, and more pussy to partake of. These particular ones were an acceptable sacrifice, to ensure that this small group of caribou would live to indulge in their depravity again. Considering the mares lost, the driver finally fled, with no more remorse for them than he had for the mare he had tossed out of the cart prior.
With their departure, the battle was over, and the ambush was a success. Trixie looked over the edge of her perch one last time, to make sure that there was no sight of the deer men, and once she was satisfied, allowed herself a brief moment to collapse upon the rock, having exerted her muscles, mind, and magic more than she should have. Perhaps a pony like Twilight Sparkle could do feats like this with ease, but Trixie was not in the habit of playing the hero, nor was it an act she wasn’t to add to her normal routine.
Merryweather, having done much less than the mare, simply set down and took a seat next to Trixie, giving her wings a rest as she discarded the hat and cape that she used as camouflage. “We did it!” she said in excitement, the still panicking mares below almost drowning her out.
“Yeah… I guess we did.” Trixie replied, in between taking some deep, deliberate breaths. She was just as amazed as the filly, but lacked the energy to show it. “Now how about we give those mares a little bit to calm down before we finish rescuing them.”
The young mare, seeing that this was Trixie asking for a much needed moment of peace, gave a nod and threw herself backwards, laying against the cool stone beneath her. “They can wait a minute. It’s the least they can do for all the work we did.”
What Merry called a minute became more around ten to twenty, but by that time the imprisoned mares had quieted down, and Trixie had practically recovered completely from her over-exertion. She was the first to move of the two rescuers, and when she did, she went straight to the cliffside to climb down it.
Seeing the unicorn’s movement, Merryweather sprung up herself, but saw something that was amiss. “Trixie, wait!” she called out.
“Don’t worry,” said Trixie, already climbing down the side, “I can get down easier than I can get up.”
That wasn’t exactly what Merry was worried about, but seeing how Trixie didn’t seem concerned, she just went along with it, and took to the air, heading down alongside the unicorn.
It didn’t take too long for someone to notice the two mares from the cart, and at the sight of them, declared to the rest of the enslaved mares, “Look, it’s the mage mare that saved us!”
The other mares, having had enough time to get over their initial fear, were greatly relieved to see that it was a mare that had done all that, and not some evil forest creature who might have done something worse to them than the caribou, if such a thing was imaginable. They all rushed to the side of the cart that the blue unicorn was coming from, grabbing hold of the bars and pushing amongst one another as they all tried to get a good look at their savior.
When reaching the ground after so long atop that chunk of granite, Trixie looked around at the environment that had been left in the aftermath of her attack. Along with the splintered remains of the cart the stags had been riding was the captive mares in the cage cart, the two bound pegasi who were laying together on the dirt road, who had been knocked over when the boulder struck the cart, and still had a sizable part of the pull shaft connecting the two of them together, and the earth mare had been pushed form the cart, who had fainted when Trixie used her megaphone and storm cloud to create a massive thunder crack. She had found a nice place in the grass beside the road to lay in, which for the time being Trixie found fine to leave her sleeping.
With further inspection, Trixie took note that the caribou hadn’t gone into hiding nearby in the forest, nor had they decided to come back to get a second look at their attacker, which the mare was thankful for. However, this caused a slight hitch in this rescue plan, as while they were nowhere to be seen, that also applied to any keys they might have had to the locks for the cage, and the bonds on the pull mares.
Trixie went upon the wreckage of the ambush, hoping to find a keyring that the caribou dropped, kicking aside planks and destroyed wheel frames to see if anything was left behind.
“Hey, are you gonna let us out?” said one of the caged mares, not piecing together what Trixie was doing.
“I’m trying to,” Trixie replied, “But I might not be able to if I can’t find the keys.”
“Why don’t you use your magic to melt the locks, or have your pet rip the door open?” Asked another mare, wondering why a wizard of this mare’s apparent power was worried about finding keys.
“That’s because…” Trixie started, only to have Merryweather fly between her and the cage of mares.
“That’s because she used up all her magic to get rid of those deer.” she said, instantly defending Trixie’s image, “You think it's easy to shoot magical attacks and summon bears like that? I bet the unicorns in there with you would get tired just trying to do half the things she did tonight.”
None of the captive mares had any rebuttal to that. The feats they saw were so incredible that even those magically inclined couldn’t hope to replicate a single thing they saw. Manifesting a smokescreen out of nothing, controlling a storm of fire, using magical blasts that overwhelmed the magic absorbing armor that every other unicorn present succumbed to. They were, in their minds, in the presence of a master magician, and none of them had the right to question the actions or motives of such a mare.
“It’s a good thing for you all, her apprentice has a few tricks up her wing too.” Merryweather said, plucking out one of her own feathers, and flying to the cage door. Sticking the tip of it into the lock hole, Merry moved it around inside in quick, but deliberate motions.
Trixie, seeing what the young mare was doing, figured out what was going on quickly, remembering her father, Abbray Cadabra, was also a magician, and during the times they had crossed paths, had shown a particular knack for escape tricks.
“Merry, you know how to pick locks?!” Trixie said, coming up behind the filly, watching her work, while not knowing the first thing about what she was doing.
Merry shushed the mare, trying to focus on feeling out the locking mechanism, before saying, “It’s the one thing my dad taught me that I was actually interested in. It was the one thing he did that… turned out to be real.”
Trixie asked no more questions, accepting that this was just a fortunate coincidence, which required no further prying into. To the mares in the cage, it sounded like the young mare was the daughter of some legendary thief who was teaching her to be the successor of his craft, which she objected to. Already they were formulating stories about how she was taken in by this grand wizard, and was being taught how to use her talents for good, instead of evil, which only amplified the heroic image they were crafting in their heads for Trixie.
After a short time of turning tumblers, Merry got the door open, and the mares were finally able to escape their confinement. They gave a small celebration of praise to both the blue unicorn, and the young pegasus, happy to be, as far as they believed, brought an end to the horrid things that had been done to them for over a week by the evil cervids that had enslaved them.
Trixie couldn’t help by taking some satisfaction for the praise, and was about to let it go on for as long as she could, but Merryweather was there to remind everypony that things were not over. “We don’t have time for this,” she said, pushing through the crowd, “Those deer could be back any moment, and I still need to get the locks off those two pegasi over there.”
“She’s right,” Trixie agreed, watching the filly make her way to the broken pull shaft, feather in hand, “None of us can stick around here. Let’s wake up this other mare and get out of here.”
The blue unicorn turned away from the crowd, planning on waking up the mare who had been peacefully resting on the side of the road. She made it roughly a few steps, but when the mares took note of what she was about to do, several hands landed on her shoulders.
“Don’t!” said a yellow earth mare with plumb colored, braided pigtails.
“What?” Trixie said as she turned to that mare, since she and a few others were treating this mare as if she was infected with something.
“That there is Crosscut McColt, and her family is what allowed them there caribou creatures to take over the Smokey Mountain region.” the mare replied, speaking in a southern twang that many country ponies had.
A fear grew within Trixie at that statement, and she hastily stepped back. She had seen other ponies aid the caribou, but as far as she was aware it was just stallions. Afterall, why would a mare ever allow themselves to be treated like she had seen?
“Pardon my manners, I’m Hilly Hooffield,” the earth mare said, she and the other ponies holding Trixie releasing her once they saw her stop, “And her clan had always been a bunch of no good crop robbers, but we never expected them to go about kidnappin’ mares and rapin’ them. They were led by Big Daddy McColt, the head of their clan, and they came and took over by force. Made our own menfolk join in on their sinful acts, and handed us right over to the caribou when they arrived. Must have been plannin’ this for months, seeing how quickly they took over, the insidious snakes.”
Trixie had no knowledge of this mare, or the conflict that her clan, and that of Crosscut, had been going through for generations. What she did know is that males all across Equestria had been siding with the caribou en masse, and it did seem like this was some sort of planned event. How else would stallions be so compliant in this?
“Are you sure that she was in on the plan?” Trixie asked, still uncertain, “She could have been forced, just like the rest of the mares.”
“She has to be in on it,” said one of the others, this time a unicorn with a stump where her horn used to be, “She’s wearing one of those red collars.”
“Red collars?” Trixie questioned, looking over to the sleeping mare, spotting a strip of bright red leather just beneath her chin, “Yeah, she has one on, but how does that prove anything?”
“Those caribou use those to sort out which mares are on their side or not,” Hilly said, lifting her neck, “See this?”
The unicorn noted that Hilly’s collar was black, as was that of every other mare there. Even the pegasi that pulled the cart wore black, making Crosscut the odd mare out.
“These are how they mark and punish any mare who wouldn’t willingly spread their legs for them.”
“Punish?” Trixie asked, drawn into the topic of these collars.
“The insides are scratchy,” Hilly said, “And they’ve been cursed to cause stings and aches all the time. At the best of times, you feel like your neck is cramping up, too stiff from being held in one spot for too long.”
“I was given a silver collar at first,” said a pegasus who hadn’t been tasked with guiding the cart, “But they gave me a black one when I wouldn’t stop struggling. It was a bit better than this, less painful, but still restricting. I kept being told how if I did what I was told, I’d get a red collar, and was told how much more comfortable it would be compared to a black one. So I can tell you first hand, only the ones who obey get those red collars as a reward.”
As the black collared mares explained the caribou’s system to Trixie, Crosscut began to stir, finally waking up from her fainting spell. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the mares had been set free, and the caribou were nowhere in sight.
“What’s going on?” she asked, “Were we rescued?”
Hilly, being the first to take note of this, stepped up to the prone mare. “We were rescued,” She said with hatred in her words, “You’re masters ran off scared when this powerful unicorn showed them what she was made of.”
“Wait!” Crosscut said, shifting to sit on her rump, waving her hands around in objection, “You don’t think that I wanted to be enslaved, do you?”
“Save it,” Hilly said, “We see your red collar. We know you’ve been collutin’ with them.”
“This?” Crosscut said, pointing her collar, “I didn’t want this! Big Daddy McColt convinced those deer to give me it for my part in roundin’ up all you Hooffield mares!”
“So you admit it!” yelled another earth mare from the crowd, another Hooffield mare, “You were sidin’ with them caribou al’ alon’!.
“No!” Crosscut refuted, “Big Daddy didn’t know anythin’ about the caribou, I swear. He just told us all that it was ‘time to end the feud once an’ for all’, and had us attack your settlement. I thought that it was just part of our normal fightin’, but then some of your stallions joined in on helpin’ us wrangle up all the mares, an’ by the time the mares on our end took notice, Big Daddy was getting the stallions to tie us up too. I was so confused an’ scared that I didn’t put up a fight.”
“Do you really expect us to believe you?” Hilly said, “After all the evil you McColts have done, you think accusing our clan’s stallions will get you off the hook?”
“Stop for a second,” Trixie said, “Stallions all across Equestria have been going mad. I’ve seen it. City after city, helping these caribou take over. She might not be lying when she’s saying that your clan’s stallions helped, and that her clan’s stallions might have turned on them.”
“Maybe…” said Hilly, knowing from stories told by the other black collars that stallions they trusted had turned on them too, “But that doesn’t excuse that collar on her neck. She can’t be trusted, not any more than the stallions.”
The crowd started to mumble amongst themselves, all united on, or leaning towards, the idea that a red collar mare couldn’t be trusted. The opinions of the mares echoed from one to another, until interrupted by a small, but loud, voice yelling over them.
“What’s going on over here?” Merryweather said, rejoining the crowd after having unlocked the pegasi from their bonds, all save for the collars and wing binders they wore, which had no locks to be removed. “I’m gone for a few minutes, and you’re all arguing to yourselves.”
“We’re not arguing,” Hilly said, “We’re talking ‘bout how this mare here helped the caribou, an’ betrayed Equestria.”
Merryweather looked to Crosscut, and then to Trixie, “Is this true?”
“It looks like it probably is,” Trixie said, “The caribou seem to mark those who fight against them with black collars, and those who join them with red collars.”
“No!” Crosscut pleaded one last time, “I’m tellin’ you, I didn’t help the caribou.”
“Well hero,” Hilly said, looking to Trixie for leadership, “What to you want to do with her?”
Trixie thought long and hard about what she was being asked, and didn’t enjoy this particular decision being hers to decide. If Crosscut was a traitor to Equestria, and a cause for the suffering mares were going through right now, even slightly, then some form of punishment would be justified, but it felt like too much power for a mare who once let power go to her head. On the other hand, the black collared mares could take things a step further than the blue unicorn might if she refused to do something, and she’d hate to see them go too far, especially if Crosscut was telling the truth.
Coming up with an idea that would allow the red collar a way out, that would satisfy the group of mares, Trixie levitated one of the discarded stocks that the pegasi had been using, along with the locks needed to put the two parts together.
“Somepony stand her up,” Trixie said, to which Hilly and another mare gladly obliged, “We aren’t going to hurt you, but it’s clear no pony here is gonna trust you. So for you’re part in helping the caribou, intentional or not, we are going to place you in this stockade, and send you on your way back to the Smokey Mountains.”
Given how no mare in the group was on her side, Crosscut submitted to Trixie’s sentence, giving up on any further attempts to clear her name. To them, the collar on her neck was all these mares needed to know she was guilty, and for some, they didn’t even need that. She allowed Trixie to place the restricting device around her neck and wrists, which Trixie did intentionally poorly, not actually locking the locks, hoping that no pony would notice, except for Crosscut once she got away.
With the device in place, Hilly directed Crosscut to the path back to the Smokey Mountains. “If you hurry up, you might catch up to your masters before they get too far.”
Hilly gave the bound mare one last shove forward to get her going, and after a small pause, Crosscut went on her way. The remaining mares watched her walk into the darkness, only stopping one more time to look back at them all with a sorrowful expression, before continuing her long trek back to the Smokey Mountains, where the caribou Trixie ran off were surely waiting for her.
“Now that we got that out of the way,” Hilly said, no longer seeing any sign of the McColt mare, “What do we do next? Do you have a shelter nearby were we can stay?”
“We…” Merryweather started, finding herself hesitating on telling the mares about the hideaway, finding what happened to the red collar a bit conflicting for her childish sense of morality.
“We don’t, I’m afraid.” Trixie said, her own thoughts saying that there was something wrong with these mares.
Not with the mares themselves, but how they were reacting to this, admittedly stressful, situation. The thought of inviting all these mares into what was supposed to be her own secluded getaway, while they have shown they could turn into an angry mob, was not ideal. If they decided to turn on her, especially once they learned she wasn’t really a high level unicorn, then she could find herself forced out.
“Me and my apprentice were just passing by when we saw you, so we don’t have any place you all can stay. I’m sorry, but you’re on your own from here on out.”
“Can’t we come along with you?” asked a unicorn, “It has to be safer with more ponies together.”
You mean it’s safer for you if a master mage stays around as your bodyguard, Trixie thought, seeing exactly why the mares would want to stick around her, when she has nothing else to offer.
“That’s enough,” Hilly said, seeing that Trixie had no motivation to do any more than she already had, and the unicorn had already done more than enough, “This mare saved us from the caribou, but that doesn’t mean she’s obligated to make sure we’ll be safe after. We’re goin’ to have to take care of ourselves from here on out, an’ iffin that’s a problem, you’re free to leave on you’re own.”
“Thank you for understanding,” Trixie said, honestly glad that somepony else was taking up responsibility.
“Ain’t nothin’,” Hilly replied, “We won’t be able to go back to our homes, but we’ll manage with someplace else till Celestia takes care of those deer creatures. Maybe someplace close to the Undiscovered West.”
“Be careful going that way,” Trixie said, “I’ve heard there are monsters there, unlike any in Equestria.”
“You’re welcome to tag along to make sure we’re safe for a little while longer.” Hilly said, partially joking,
“We can’t. Mares elsewhere need us.” Trixie lied, having little intention to try something like this again.
“Then good luck to you.” said Hilly, accepting that Trixie wasn’t going to be of anymore help.
“Merry, come on.” Trixie said, turning to leave.
“But-” Merryweather replied, still noticing something weird.
“No buts, we’re leaving now.” Trixie insisted.
Since the unicorn mare wasn’t stopping, Merryweather had no choice but to follow, flying after her quickly, and leaving the mares they had saved to figure out where they’d be heading, and what they would do once they got there. Whatever fate awaited them, neither Trixie or Merry would ever know.
The two walked slowly as they headed back to the hideaway, allowing for a quiet moment between them, after all the action and bickering they went through in order to save a few mares from enslavement. Even the woods had gone quiet, as if they too were aware that they too needed time to reflect on everything that had happened to them. About halfway back, Merryweather finally found silence unbearable, and felt that there was something they needed to talk about.
“Why did you do that?” asked the filly.
“Look, I know you probably wanted to invite them into the hideaway,” Trixie said, assuming what the pegasus meant, “But that was far too many mares for us to be comfortable in such a tiny space. We don’t have beds, and only apples as food, so it’s not like the place is very hospitable to begin with. Trust me, this might not look like it, but this is for the best for all of us.”
“I didn’t mean that,” Merryweather said, flying right in front of Trixie, “I mean why did you leave without your dress?”
Trixie looked down at herself, only to find that she only had her underwear on, never having redressed after Merry took her cape. “Oh.” she said, mildly surprised, though amazingly ok with the situation, even though she realized that meant she had been standing in front of a bunch of mares practically naked. “I guess that slipped my mind.”
“Should we go back and get it?” Merry asked, knowing it would mean doubling the time it would take for them to get back to the hideaway.
“It’s ok,” Trixie said, “I’ve got spares, and I really don’t mind walking around like this for a little while.”
If the mare was more honest, she didn’t really see a problem with it at all. There was something strangely liberating about walking around with barely any clothes on. The cool night air on her fur and flesh felt nice, and if anything, what she was wearing felt a little restrictive. If only she could take off the rest of these clothes, and be free to walk around completely exposed to the elements around her.
Nothing was really stopping her, aside from the presence of the filly, but a small voice in her head was whispering to her that no set of eyes looking at her should impede her from showing off her female form. In fact, that someone was there to admire it was all the more reason to do so.
“Merry,” said Trixie, “Did those mares back there being naked bother you?”
“How couldn’t it?” the pegasus replied, “They were only that way because those caribou took their clothes. I bet it's to make them lose morale, or keep mares from fighting back, since they need to cover themselves up… or maybe it’s so they can’t run off without it being too cold for them.”
Trixie had to hold back a laugh. The filly was still unfamiliar to the wonders of sex, and what a female’s naked body was for. She had sneaked a peek at what the caribou did to mares, but could not comprehend that what they did were the actions of pleasure. They were taking their pleasure from the mares, and in turn delivering it upon them, either by choice or by force.
The more Trixie thought about it, the more the idea didn’t seem so bad, and the more she could sympathize with the red collars. What the caribou were doing wasn’t inherently evil. For many a mare, this might have seemed a fantastical turn of events. A chance to explore the depths of their darkest desires, and let loose any pent up urges they had been suppressing under the rule of the prudish princesses.
The caribou certainly seemed happy to satisfy that which a female truly craved, and show them the delights that came with being an insatiable slut, so long as you let them put you in your proper place. Was that right though? Was the proper place for a mare at the end of a dick, bringing pleasure to a male? It certainly sounded appealing, now that she thought about it. A life of ease, acting only to serve your own pleasure, by submitting to a male completely. It was an ideology she was starting to believe she would like to dabble in, perhaps for a moment, before committing to it for a lifetime. Maybe she could even earn herself a red collar if she turned herse-.
“Argh!” Trixie suddenly fell to her knees, holding her head in pain as it became full of thoughts that wasn’t her own. Lustful thoughts that she could tell she shouldn’t be thinking, as the voice that was momentarily a small whisper became so loud she could hardly hear herself think.
“Trixie, are you ok?!” Merryweather said, wondering if something had happened to the unicorn during the ambush, that had slipped by the two of them, and was only affecting her now.
“The… secret… entrance…” Trixie said, not wanting to be out in the open during this time of complete vulnerability.
“Umm…” Merryweather looked around the woods, trying to spot it, though not sure if they were even that close. “I forgot which way it was!”
Trixie, using all the will she could manage, took in her surroundings. It was all blurry, as if she had come down with a sudden illness, and her body was rejecting it. In this state, it was hard to tell one tree apart from another, and thus she was just as lost as the filly.
Merryweather, scared at what she was seeing, feeling helpless at what was going on, could only come to one decision. That Trixie knew her way around the forest before this happened, and thus she had been walking in the right direction. It wasn’t foolproof, but it was the only plan the filly could come up with. Flapping her wings as hard as she could, the pegasus placed herself under Trixie’s arm, pulled it around her neck, and used her wing power to push Trixie back to her hooves.
“Just… A little… Further!” she told Trixie, uncertain if that was true, but willing to say anything to get the unicorn moving again.
Trixie complied with the filly’s wish, and found enough strength to get back up. Luckily, it didn’t take much thought to put one hoof in front of the other.
Another turn of good fortune for the pair was that Merryweather was correct in believing that Trixie knew which way she was going, as while it took them a few more minutes to get back to the hollowed out stone, they did indeed come across it. From there all it took was for Merryweather to open it up, and help the unicorn inside, stopping only to close and lock the entrance behind them.
Trixie, now covered in a thick layer of sweat, panting lightly to herself, took a moment to sit on the floor as the filly secured the entrance. She could hardly concentrate on anything, but that was on purpose. When a thought did come to the forefront of her mind, it was some perverse image of her allowing a male, caribou or otherwise, to treat her like an object of lust.
Thoughts of her presenting her pussy for penetration, or pleading for the privilege to push a penis down her throat, permeated the spaces of her peripheral vision that was usually reserved for the dark void beyond her sight. When she closed her eyes, it was like they’d all swarm in to take the space, not because these images were somehow real and infiltrating her mind, but because they were what she had been thinking ever since the first lewd thought had breached the bubble of her consciousness.
It was like she was viewing the world in lust tinted glasses, where the world had become some hidden innuendo eluding to sex. Every stone, tree, and plant made her think more and more about sex, and in turn drove her to be more horny than she had ever felt prior. Trixie was nowhere near the ideal of some virgin figure of purity. She had lewd thoughts in the past, gone through estrus many a time, and even did the deed with a few stallions prior, but the way that her perception was becoming saturated perverse thoughts, and in such an inappropriate moment as now, told her something was happening that she wasn’t in control of. That she couldn’t even enter the tunnel of her secret entrance, without equating it to the thought of a vaginal tunnel being entered, was sign enough that her thoughts on the matter, as few as she was allowed to have, were true.
“Come on Trixie,” Merryweather said, helping the older mare to her hooves again, “We’ll get you to the couch, you’ll have yourself a nice rest, and then you’ll feel much better.” The filly led Trixie down the path leading back into the hideaway, becoming a bit tired herself after all the effort she put into moving the mare, “And maybe after that, you could cut back on the apples a bit.”
Trixie was too preoccupied with not focusing on anything to either get or be offended by the filly’s joke at her expense. Everything needed to be a blur, lest she lose herself to this intense desire to fuck something building up inside her. Celestia forbid that in this dark tunnel, that only served as a pathway to and from her hideout, that she take that sexual frustration out on the only other thing in it with her.
It took about as much time getting down the tunnel as it did finding the entrance, but once there, Merryweather opened the bookshelf that acted as the passage’s door, and got Trixie inside. “We made it.” she said, before remembering that the bookshelf was on the second floor. “Well, almost… Stay with me, ok?”
“Ok,” Trixie said, saying something to the young pegasus since collapsing to her knees.
“You feeling better yet?” asked Merry, hoping that talking was an indication that the worst was over.
“Actually… yeah…” Trixie didn’t know why, but the images she had been conjuring were starting to slowly recede, vanishing back into the void of her subconscious.
At the very least, no new images were coming to her, which in itself gave her the ability to process the world around her much easier. She assumed whatever had happened to her had reached its limit, and now all she had to do let it pass.
“Hey,” Merryweather said, seeing a gem that was positioned in the center of the ceiling, hanging down from it like an ornamental chandelier, rhythmically light and dim with a dull glow, “What’s that thing doing?”
Trixie wearily looked up, seeing the same thing that Merryweather was, “I don’t know,” she said, “It’s never done that before.”
“As long as it's not a warning for this place to explode, I think we’ll be fine.” Merryweather joked.
“Not funny…” Trixie replied, helping the mare walk her down the steps. This small shelter, hidden from the world under a tree, was practically the mare’s home, and she didn’t want to think of how terrible it would be to lose it.
Once off the steps, the couch wasn’t too much farther away, and Merry was finally able to reach the goal, and set Trixie down on it.
“Thanks a lot, kid,” Trixie said, sincerely showing her gratitude, “You’re a real lifesaver.”
“Oh, come on. It was nothing.” Merryweather replied, “All I did was fly around and point some fireworks. You’re the one who did all the real magic…”
“You’re cutting yourself short,” Trixie said in dispute, “Trixie… No… I’m gonna be honest with you. There were several times I was about to run off and leave those mares, but you wanted to stick it out, and you came up with a plan that made it happen. That’s not even talking about how you knew how to undo those locks, which if I was there alone, they’d still be sitting in that cage. Like it or not, you’re the real hero here.”
Merryweather didn’t know how to react to such praise, coming from a mare she had come to respect. The rosey red hue forming on her cheeks was all that she could do to express her appreciation for all Trixie had done for her thus far.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” said the filly, trying to escape this slightly embarrassing situation, “All that work got me all dirty. You just try to rest. You might not think it, but you’ve earned it.”
Trixie gave the filly a smile, and obeyed her instructions. She would just lay back, with pleasant thoughts about how a certain young filly thought she was a hero, and wait for all these terrible thoughts to leave her head, completely oblivious to the dark magic that had been inside her, taking up any area of space inside that became absent of magic with each cast of a spell.
It was fortunate, if also unbeknownst to her, that the previous owner of this hidden place had set up protections against evil magic, that gradually ate away at any that entered its space. It would be several days until Trixie would be completely purified, but she’d hardly notice anymore than an errant horny thought, and a bit of fatigue in the between time.
The only thing she did know was that the hideaway had always been a safe place for her, free from the influences of the outside world. It didn’t matter what happened out there, it couldn’t get to her in here. At least, that was what she believed.
Trixie, after a long and taxing day, made it back to the meeting building. The day was long past over, but what happened to her and Lyra was impossible to forget in such a short time.
“Trixie,” said Sunset Shimmer, “Go and get some rest. You’ve earned it.”
“Thanks…” Trixie replied, being reminded about another time when she was told that, the thought not making her feel any better.
“I’m going to make sure Lyra here gets home safely,” the yellow unicorn went on to say.
“Really, you don’t have to put yourself out like that,” said Lyra, “I’m fine now.”
“Nonsense,” Sunset Shimmer rebutted, “No one is ‘fine’ right after being raped. Now I’m walking you home, and that’s final.”
“Ok,” Lyra replied, giving into Sunset’s demand, “I’ll see you later Trixie.”
The other two unicorns stepped back out into the moonlit streets, as Trixie retreated inside. She made no delay, heading straight to her room, the only place the unicorn believed she was safe now. Tossing herself onto the bed provided to her, she took a moment to think about all that had happened, and then to cry to herself once all the emotions of the day finally crashed down upon her. She had been so close to being a victim again, but the blue mare managed to bumble and luck herself out of what should have been a hopeless situation yet again.
She should have been happy for that, and on some level she was glad to have saved Lyra, but even though it was her own talent and quick thinking that got her through this day, her past failures prevented her from believing that truth. So silently Trixie sobbed, lamenting over past victories she didn’t think she earned, and the event that they were all leading to. The one that showed her, beyond a shadow of a doubt in her mind, that she was not only weak and powerless, but also incapable of protecting the one pony who truly believed in her.