My name is Princess Luna of Equestria. I am writing this journal in secret so the world may know the vile transgressions the Caribou invaders have committed against us ponies, and be made aware of the ruin and misery they have brought to our once beautiful and prosperous nation. I shall attempt to recount the events, so their heinous acts may be recorded for posterity.

Much time has passed since we were caught at unawares, and suddenly attacked. Unfortunately the exact sequence of events is unknown to me, but from what I have managed to piece together the leader of the Caribou somehow managed to corrupt the Crystal Heart, and with it Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armor. Infused with profane magic, it was twisted to its core and chiseled into the obscene shape of a phallus.

Cadance, as the former princess of the Crystal Empire, was one of the ponies most affected by its now perverse energies. Becoming the living embodiment of the artifact’s transformation, she now resembles little the kind, elegant and gentle mare once so beloved by all. Instead she was turned into a debauched harlot, reveling in exhibiting her body to lustful stallions and readily engaging in debauched sexual acts with anypony willing to join in. Her corruption is so complete that she wholeheartedly enjoys her new station in life as a slave, willingly participating in the strange and humiliating customs, habits and manners her masters demand of her. 

With Cadance and Shining Armor’s aid the Caribou attacked Canterlot, spreading their corruption and debauchery amongst the populace. With a lightning, surgical strike they somehow managed to defeat my sister in battle, which culminated in the city’s fall. Regrettably I was not able to assist in the defense, as the invasion started when I was sleeping in my quarters. Knowing that I was resting from the previous night’s duties, two stallions silently entered my bedroom and incapacitated me before I was able to react. A sharp prick in my neck roused me from my slumber. It was an injection of a fast-acting paralytic that immobilized me within seconds. I opened my eyes, but a weak flailing of my arms was all I could manage against my assailants.

My subsequent attempt to rouse myself from my bed resulted in me feebly flopping about before collapsing back onto the mattress. One of the intruders, emboldened at the sight, grabbed me by the wrists. I shrieked, instinctively attempting to use my magical abilities to blast my attackers away from me - but no matter how hard I tried, my spells fizzled out the instant I cast them. In the struggle I had failed to realize that a magic inhibitor ring had been slipped on my horn beforehand, absorbing all energies that I expended and nullifying all of my spells.

The paralytic was by now rapidly taking away my ability to properly speak as well, such that a garbled call for help to my guards was met with a loud cackling. It was then that I recognized their voices, and their faces. My assailants were my very own guards, stallions that I had hand-picked and entrusted with the security of my private quarters. But instead of the usual professional sternness or kindness that was their wont, their faces bore looks of lustful madness. 

I shrieked as one of them reached for my chest, grabbing hold of the fine fabric of my nightgown. With a powerful pull of his arm he effortlessly tore the garment to shreds, running his concupiscent gaze all over my body.

“Nothing but the finest silk for the princess,” the stallion remarked snidely as he rubbed the remnants of the dress between his fingers. “I hope you enjoyed wearing it, since it was the last piece of clothing you’ll ever have put on.”

At this point I could no longer move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. Realizing their intent I attempted to raise my voice in an attempt to reprimand my rebellious watchmen. My verbal protest however was reduced to a barely intelligible slur of words, prompting further laughter from the men. With a quick few tugs my underwear was ripped from my body, exposing my most intimate parts to my attackers.

“It’s a crime you’ve denied us this body for all these years,” the guard spoke with a snort of satisfaction. “But you’ll have plenty of time to atone for your sins, cunt.”

Sliding his hand between my legs, the stallion ran his fingers along my sex. If I could, I would have obliterated him on the spot for this transgression and insolence. I tried mightily to resist, to do anything - but rather vexingly I was now completely subject to their desires.

“Hooghnh…” was all I could manage to mutter. 

My jaw and vocal chords were now mostly paralyzed. The only thing I could do was shoot a deathly glare at the stallion, but it was out of pure impotence - and he was fully aware of this fact.

“Heh, despite all that we held you up to be “princess”, in your current state you are completely powerless to stop us,” the guard spoke mockingly. “Time to rid you of your haughtiness and pretense once and for all.”

I was unaware of the meaning of his words, and the atrocity that these men were about to commit. The stallion twisted my arms behind my back and forced me into a kneeling position on the floor. Unable to lift my head, I could only flit my eyes along the stone tiles of my bedroom while I heard the hoof steps of the second guard approaching me. He set a wooden device of sorts on the floor in front of me, before roughly lifting my head by my mane.

“This will reduce you to what you were always meant to be. Just another worthless cunt, fit only to serve our cocks,” the guard spoke.

From the corner of my eyes I could see a rectangular frame, with a small round hole in its center. At its base was a concave shelf, shaped to hold something globular. 

It suddenly dawned on me what was about to happen. These fiends were about to take my horn.

“NAOGHhh…” I screamed.

But it was of no avail. Try as I might, my arms would not budge. My legs would not kick. I had lost complete control of my body. Spell after spell fizzled out, the magical energies absorbed effortlessly by the accursed nullifier ring. My heart pounded inside my chest as apoplectic rage set in, both at the men and at my own inability to fight back. Unintimidated, the brute forced my head onto the device, slotting my horn up to its base into the aperture.

Sweat poured down my face as fear set in. The adrenaline now coursing through my veins did nothing to break the hold the stallions had over me however. My mind raced, running through of a myriad of options and scenarios through which I might escape this predicament - but without command of my body and magic they were all but impossible in my current physical state. There was no way out.

A pull of a lever was all it took. The fall of a knife, a quick thunk as the sharp blade cleaved through horn. A shudder of my body as the last embers of magic I would ever feel left my body. Only a stump now remained on my forehead, completely removing my magical abilities and inhibiting any help that I might have rendered to our cause.

I was livid. Tears of rage filled my eyes as from the corner of my eye I saw my very own horn roll into view, cleanly severed and with the infernal magic nullifier ring still in place. One of the guards picked it up, calmly removing the artifact and pocketing it. 

“Heh, that was easier than I thought it would be. I don’t know why we put our faith into you useless whores for all these years,” the guard said with glee, not even trying to hide his contempt.

“Hmph, years of lies, misguided beliefs and misappropriation of power,” his colleague replied. “But it is as our new overlord has promised us, with this we will soon be uplifted to our rightful position in society.”

For a moment, I felt utterly defeated. Their comments hurt me deeply, not in the least because they had been hand-selected confidantes. I was for the time being ignorant of the events that had taken place, and of this figure of authority they spoke of. Were they promised power and riches in return for their betrayal? Had I done them wrong somehow? I had little time to contemplate the possibilities, however. Right in front of me, the two guards dropped their trousers and bared their already unsheathed stallionhoods to me.

“It will be a little while before you get to meet your master, cunt,” one of them spoke, unabashedly dangling his stiffening member in front of my face. “But until then, let’s have a little fun. I think some intimate time is warranted after all these years of service.”

I shrieked as he grabbed hold of me by the waist. With little effort he slung me over his shoulder, lifting me back up onto my bed. The reality of what was about to happen hit me. His now fully erect shaft left little doubt as to his intentions.

Moving my mandible up and down, the guard checked to see if I still retained muscle control. To his delight I remained slack-jawed, my tongue dangling from my mouth.

“Perfect. It’s like you’re begging me to fuck your throat, “princess”,” the stallion snorted. “Come to think of it, has a prude such as yourself even sucked a cock before? It would delight me to be the first.”

“UHGH!! NAAGH!!” I screamed, incandescent with rage both at his insolence as well as my own impotence.

If anything, my pathetic attempts at rebuttal only emboldened the stallion. Taking a couple of steps forward, he shoved his genitals in my face. Rubbing his fully erect shaft across my muzzle, he forced me to inhale his revolting musk.

“You don’t know how long I’ve looked forward to this moment,” he spoke, using his rock-hard member to slap me in the face before pushing its tip against my lips. “Now take it, you filthy whore!”

It was highly undignified, demeaning and insulting. But the reality was that I was entirely helpless to prevent him from using his disgusting member to defile me.

“NNGGHH!!” I screamed as he slowly forced the tip of his girthy cock past my lips and along my tongue.

His first thrusts were tentative, apparently testing to see if I could muster some sort of response or reflex after all. But soon his penis plunged deeper, prodding the back of my throat and pushing ever deeper. His vile scent overwhelmed me, filling my nostrils with each thrust.

“Aah fuck! This whore’s throat feels good!” the guard grunted, having gained the confidence to penetrate as deeply as the ring of his sheath. 

Grabbing hold of my head with both hands, he started forcing himself even deeper inside me, moaning with delight as he did so. The sense of violation enraged me. How did a stallion of low birth, whom I had raised up from life of poverty, dare to rape his sovereign? But things soon went from bad to worse. I felt the other guard’s hands grab a firm hold of my hips while he pressed his engorged shaft between my cheeks.

“Hmm, you’re more plump and soft than I had imagined you to be. I always enjoyed sneaking a peek at your royal rump, but I have to say you surpass my expectations,” he commented with glee. “Fortunately you won’t be withholding an ass like this from us any longer. Your master will put you in your place, and make you present your horny, wet cunt before our cocks.”

I could feel his penis twitch while he rubbed it against my rear. I screamed as I felt him slide his tip lower and lower, slipping between my legs and pushing against my labia. He was going rape me, and I was powerless to stop it.

“NMMHH!!” I howled, as the foul rapist forced himself inside my sanctity.

Letting out a loud moan, he pushed his shaft all the way into my vagina. The guard started rutting me roughly with little tact beyond satisfying his own needs. It hurt. If I could have grit my teeth, i would have. I would have fought these knaves tooth and nail, eviscerating them on the spot if I could. But instead they had reduced me to a helpless sex toy, and insult was about to be added to injury.

With both guards embedded deeply inside my body, they set out to complete their next insidious objective. The men grabbed and stretched out my wings, and unceremoniously started plucking my feathers one by one. 

It was grossly humiliating. The penises forced inside me, my jaw being pushed almost to the point of dislocation, and each feather they tore from my wings. I refused categorically to show them any signs of discomfort however - I would not grant them the satisfaction of stripping me of my dignity as well. It was only through sheer strength of will that I managed to fight back the tears.

“I hope you enjoyed your last flight, because it was the last time you ever took to the skies,” one of the men said insultingly. “Cunts like you belong of the ground, crawling on all fours like the animals you are.”

It was then that I felt the guard behind me grab a firm hold of my hips. Moaning and grunting with pleasure, he started thrusting furiously; I could tell that he was about to climax. I screamed, attempted to break free somehow, but it was of no avail. I soon felt the stallion’s erect cock throbbing as he hilted himself over and over again.

“Aah…rrgh…your pussy feels incredible, slut! I’m going to empty my balls inside you!” the guard shouted, his voice laden with satisfaction. 

Likewise, the stallion in front of me didn’t last much longer. Groaning loudly, both men injected their filth deeply inside of me, as if I were a mere sex toy. It felt revolting to be used like this. I felt their members pulsating, ejaculating their disgusting seed into my stomach and womb with each thrust. The taste was absolutely revolting, but I bore the insult silently, determined not to show any discomfort or weakness. It took an eternity for them to finish and finally pull out, causing their excess semen to flow out of me and pool onto the sheets of my bed.

The relief of being able to breathe properly again was only temporary, however. To my shock the stallions’ cocks became fully engorged once more, mere moments after retracting themselves from me.

“Did you think we were done with you?” the guard standing in front of me stated, with a devious smirk on his face. “The lords have empowered us with energy and vigor, and we’re far from satisfied.”

“Let’s trade places,” his companion suggested. “I want to see if this bitch’s throat is as good as her pussy.”

Walking up from behind me, he shamelessly presented his fully erect length to me. It was rock-hard, throbbing, and still laced with his bodily fluids. 

“I bet a prude such as yourself has never cleaned a cock with her mouth before. It delights me to be the first to give you a taste of your own cunt,” the guard spoke, before unceremoniously plunging his rod down my throat.

I almost vomited from revulsion. Never in my life had I even considered committing such a repulsive act. But here my very own hand-picked Royal Guards had taken to raping their princess, indulging in their despicable sexual fantasies. I was absolutely livid.

With a rough slap of my rump the depraved traitors gleefully resumed violating me. With a loud moan, the guard standing behind me inserted his erect shaft up to its hilt and started thrusting away with complete abandon, as did his partner. Again and again they climaxed, only for them to somehow reach full erection within mere moments after ejaculation. In addition to the pain and humiliation, I was forced to suffer through the disgusting taste and scent of their cocks and the seed they forcefully injected inside my body. And all the while the abusers continued to pluck the remaining feathers from my wings, until they were completely bare.

“Heh, you’re nothing but a plucked chicken now,“ one of the men spoke after pulling out the last of my feathers. But this is but small recompense for your unjust rule. Your new master will make sure pay your dues in full.”

“That takes care of her. Let’s clean up here, if all has gone according to plan the commanders will arrive soon,” the other said, pulling out and leaving me to collapse onto the bed.

It was then that I became aware of the ruckus emanating from the castle halls. The faint sounds of struggle, the stomping of hooves, screams, cries, the clashing of metal and sound of breaking glass. I heard hoof steps approaching my quarters, and hearing the clinks of metal for a moment I hoped that a cohort of the Royal Guard would come to my rescue and apprehend these miscreants. But when the door swung open, a strange creature stood in the entrance. It was a Caribou, and by the looks of his armaments, a warrior.

It was the first time I laid eyes on the invaders. They were a strange group of men, tall of stature and imposing of build. They looked ready for battle, being clad in armor and bearing war hammers, axes and maces. Their equipment and outfits betrayed a foreign origin - unlike the well-polished gilded or silver plated weapons armor the Equestrian guard carried, theirs was made of a strange mixture of metal, wood and bone inscribed with strange symbols. Many showed significant signs of wear, showing that these were experienced soldiers hardened by years of war and struggle. Some wore crude helmets without ornaments, pierced by the large antlers that adorned their heads.

They were Caribou, a little known, enigmatic folk hailing from the cold north. I could only assume they had been sent as backup, in case that the guards’ plot failed. But seeing me dehorned, plucked and violated they lowered their weapons and entered the room. Their leader was a hulking figure, towering over the two stallions. Broad-shouldered and muscular, he exuded an air of power and ruthlessness, and the massive war hammer he carried undoubtedly struck fear in the hearts of his enemies. I could see no indicators of rank apart from the respect he commanded from the others. Confidently he stepped forwards and addressed the guards.

“Excellent work men,” he spoke, eying me up with a hint of contempt in his gaze. “You have executed your task well. The new leadership is bound to reward you richly.”

“Thank you sir,” the guard answered while handing the bull my severed horn. “As promised, here is the token of our fealty to our new lord.”

“Very well, I am sure he will be most pleased. I will see to it that word reaches him about your success,” the Caribou replied, bemusedly inspecting the horn before turning his attention towards me.

“As for you, cunt, your rule has come to an end. I can only guess what the lords have in store for you, but it will be a delight to see you put in your proper place as a mere cock sleeve.”

I scoffed at the notion, and his brazen disrespect. Never in my life have I been called by such an insulting epithet. As a princess and government official I expected proper treatment, as would be the custom between civilized nations at war. But seeing that these men were savages from the wilds, the usual protocols clearly would not apply.

“With this, it is only a matter of time before the castle and the city are completely under our control. We will secure this female in the dungeon until the last pockets of resistance are flushed out,” the bull continued as he headed back to the door.

At this sign, one of his men strode forward and grabbed me at the waist, effortlessly carrying me off over his shoulder as if I were a mere object. Before leaving, the Caribou commander turned to address the traitors one more time.

“Get dressed and report to your captain. Assist in the conquest as you are ordered. Although we have achieved our most crucial objectives, more work is yet to be done before we can fully declare victory. Know that your reward rests upon the success of your mission.”

“Yes sir!” the men replied, saluting the bull before he left the room along with the rest of his men.

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Whilst being taken from my bedroom into the castle halls, I could see the carnage the invaders had wrought throughout the castle. Statues, vases and other ornaments had been thrown down, and there were signs of struggle in the form of broken weapons, shields and armor. But most telling were the torn clothes strewn around the corridors, ripped from those mares unfortunate enough to have been captured by the sexual madness that now held the men in its grasp. Bulls and stallions alike dragged along naked mares by the collars they had clasped around their necks. Stripped of all dignity and restrained with ropes, they were herded and whipped like cattle. Some screamed, some struggled, and yet others seemed to meekly comply. But in the eyes of the men I saw crazed lust, as if they were possessed by a desire to breed that overpowered all reason. This madness did not distinguish between classes or wealth. Indeed I recognized a fair few, many whom had been stallions of considerable repute and status that had made regular appearances at the royal court. But now they were in various states of undress and raping as if there would be no tomorrow.

The Caribou that were carrying me paid no heed to the proceedings however, ignoring the invitations to join in on the unbridled hedonism and stepping over the occasional unconscious mare lying on the floor.

“Send word to the lord that our primary objective has been completed, and that the princess is securely in our custody,” the Caribou commander ordered several of his men. “He should have taken control of the city by now.”

“At once, sir,” they replied, before splitting off and making their way towards the palace gate.

The others followed their leader down a stairwell, carrying me into the lower levels of the castle.

I could hear voices and the slapping of hips, increasing in volume as we descended the steps. There were moans of pleasure, both male and female alike. At the dungeon entrance, the guards on duty were raping their female counterparts. These poor mares had been stripped of all armor and clothing, and had been tied up in various indecent ways, exposing them fully to their assailants’ depraved urges. Many of them wore gags or mouth rings and were in the process of being raped in unspeakable ways. Guessing by a table littered with potions and needles, they had been drugged in some way. The orgy had clearly been going on for some time - the mares’ bodies were covered in semen and humiliating markings denoting how many times their had been violated. 

Noticing the bulls approaching they pulled out and stood at attention, seemingly much to the displeasure of several of the captured mares.

“Please pardon our appearance, sir,” one of them spoke, saluting the bull.

“At ease, soldier. Have the preparations been made as ordered?” the Caribou answered, unsurprised by the activities.

“Yes sir,” the guard replied while handing the bull a key. “The gaol is fully under our control and as you can see, we have snuffed out any potential resistance.”

“Marvelous, you will be paid your due in time. Continue as you were until further instructions arrive. We will take care of things from here,” the commander answered, before ordering his men to follow him into the prison.

Canterlot Castle’s jail was a mostly underutilized facility. Up until now our society had been mostly harmonious and there was relatively little need for incarcerating ponies, save for the occasional miscreant. Although it was a deterrent that formed an essential part of the Equestrian justice system, it was rare for a pony to be imprisoned since the majority of disputes were settled amicably. As such it was relatively underdeveloped and its capacity rather limited - something that the Caribou were planning to change.

“Hmph, it’s not much of a dungeon, but it’ll have to do for the time being,” the commander huffed while unlocking and opening one of the cell doors.

I was still being carried over one of the bulls’ muscular shoulders at this point, and brought inside to be laid on a prison bed. By this point I was slowly regaining some control of my body, but nowhere near what would be necessary to resist my attackers. The most I could manage was a weak flailing of my arms and legs, certainly nothing to even remotely worry battle-hardened soldiers such as these.

“Tie her up, legs spread. Prepare her for her physical inspection,” the commander ordered with a gesture of his hand. “Her owner will want to evaluate his new property, so we need to ensure that she’s properly presented.”

Moving into action, one of the Caribou removed a rope looped to his belt and tied it to a wooden bar affixed to the prison ceiling. Ignoring my garbled screams he then grabbed me by the arms, used the rope to tie my wrists together and hoisted me off the floor. Two other Caribou acted similarly, attaching their ropes to the timber and taking hold of my ankles. Vexingly my body still would not adequately respond, no matter how hard I tried, and my pathetically flailing hooves offered no meaningful resistance. The men effortlessly parted my legs, and tied my ankles and knees to the structure above me to keep my shame fully exposed.

It was degrading and undignified. Incandescent with rage I shouted at the bulls, but at that point it was clear they’d had enough of my recalcitrance.

“Time to silence that insolent mouth of yours,” the commander spoke whilst giving me an indignant glare. “As you will soon learn, a cunt should only be heard when spoken to, or while moaning when she’s being fucked by her master’s cock.”

He stepped towards me while reaching into a pouch, pulling out a large, red ball gag. I attempted to struggle against my bonds, but was entirely helpless to stop him from gagging me. Grabbing hold of my jaw he opened my mouth wide, before unceremoniously forcing the humiliating toy between my teeth. He then secured the orb in place by using its leather straps to lock it tightly behind my head. 

“MMMH! NHHHI” I screamed as I made an attempt to dislodge the implement, desperately trying to shake it loose somehow. 

My rather pathetic attempt only triggered the derision of my captors. For the first time I truly despaired, realizing that I would be completely unable to resist whatever depraved acts these savages had in store for me.

“For a haughty bitch like yourself it’ll take some time to get used to life of servitude. But in time you will come to appreciate your fate, and thank us for putting you in your place,” the brute spoke, before issuing an order to his men. “Clean her up. Make sure she’s in presentable condition for our lord’s inspection.”

I was naive to think it would be a simple body wash. Another one of the bulls approached me, reaching into a satchel to retrieve a shaving razor and a canister of shaving cream.

“She’s a hairy cunt alright, all the way down to her asshole” he spoke mockingly while working the shaving cream into a foam between his hands. “I would have expected a princess to keep herself more tidily groomed.”

His uncouth, humiliating assessment of my private parts infuriated me. But I was unable to hide my shame, much less stop him as his hands reached out for my exposed crotch.

“HRGHH!!” I screamed into my gag as my assailant lathered the foam all over my sex, working it into the folds between my legs.

After cleaning off his hands with a rag, he took the shaving razor and set to work. The blade was sharp and I was afraid that he would cut me, but the barbarian was surprisingly precise, removing my pubic hair cleanly and efficiently. I whimpered with embarrassment as he touched me in ways no stallion had ever done before, moving his hands all over my folds and spreading my cheeks apart to shave the hair from my intimate area. The bull then washed away the froth with water, before closely inspecting my labia to ensure that no stray hairs had been left. If anything, he was thorough.

“That’s a much better look for you, “princess”,” the commander spoke snidely. “But there’s still some work left to do before you get to meet your new owner.”

It wasn’t long before I understood what he meant. From the corner of my eye I saw a large container with a rounded nozzle being hoisted towards me. Dread filled me as I realized what it was - a clyster syringe, which they were going to use to violate me in one of the most humiliating ways possible.

Within moments I felt the cold tip of the device push against my sphincter. I cursed my helplessness, my utter impotence in that moment. I screamed and struggled against my bonds with all my might, attempting to clench as hard as I possibly could. But even if I had full muscle control, I doubt it would have made a difference. To my horror the syringe was forced inside me with ease, its nozzle sliding into a cavity of my body that I would never have imagined being penetrated, certainly not in such a despicable manner.

“NNNHHH!!” I screamed, as the Caribou applied pressure to the plunger, forcing the contents of the syringe inside my bowels.

I felt the cold liquid pouring inside me, rapidly filling up and distending my innards. It was disgusting to feel my stomach swell as the barrel was emptied. The cramps started immediately. I clenched as hard as I could, trying my hardest to prevent myself from suffering such an indignity in front of these sadistic savages. It only provoked the men into mocking laughter.

“How long do you think she’ll last?” one of them spoke, nudging his comrade with his elbow.

“I’ll give her 30 seconds,” he replied with glee.

“Feh, I reckon she’ll fight it, haughty cunts like these tend to have a bit of an attitude,” another spoke derisively. “But a minute at most, I reckon.”

Regardless of how much I wanted to prove them wrong, I couldn’t stop it. I bit into my ball gag, sweating profusely, wailing and attempting to somehow stave off the inevitable. But the cramps only increased, and it wasn’t long before I could not hold it back any longer. The floodgates opened and the fluid poured out of my body. It splattered into a large bucket placed underneath me, drawing rambunctious laughter from the bulls.

I whimpered as more and more liquid flowed out of me, begging for the humiliation to be over. But to my horror the Caribou had refilled the syringe, and was ready to inject its contents into my bowels once more. I screamed and struggled, cursing the tightness of my bonds and the revolting wretch that was about to violate me in this most appalling of ways. The bull was implacable however, unmovingly carrying out his task regardless of my protests. He pushed the cold, metal tip into my sphincter again, pushing the plunger down fully with little tact or gentleness.

“MMMMHHH!!!” I cried desperately as I felt the fluid fill and distend my innards once more.

I lasted even shorter this time around. To the joy of the onlookers I spilled the liquid into the container a handful of breaths after its injection. The shame of being forced to perform such a private act in public was unbearable. How these brutes can derive enjoyment from such a disgusting spectacle I cannot fathom. I had to fight back the tears at this utter humiliation and felt only utter misery, but my ordeal was far from over.

“Time to sheathe her wings,” I heard one of the Caribou say.

Two large, black leather wing binders were brought forward. Although by this point I was able to move my limbs somewhat, it was still little more than uncoordinated flailing. The two men easily caught my plucked wings and roughly forced them inside the sheathes, after which they were sealed with a black cover. It was evident some sort of magic was used to lock them in place - as soon as my wings were fully sheathed I could feel the spines that lined the interior contract and push into my raw skin.

“Hnnnh!” I yelped, attempting to somehow dislodge the contraptions.

They were obviously designed to discomfort their unfortunate wearer - any movement of my wings caused the spikes to dig into my entrapped limbs, causing instant, sharp pain. I struggled against my bonds, screaming and cursing the depraved mind that invented such a torture device, much to my captors’ amusement.

“You’ll never take to the skies again, whore. From now on you’ll crawl on all fours like the slave you are,” the Caribou captain spoke. “These sheathes will inhibit the use of your wings and regrowth of your feathers. The more you resist the more painful they will become to wear. Only your master may break the seal to remove them; perhaps once you are broken, he will grant you something more comfortable to cover your wings.”

I scoffed at the notion that these barbarians would think they could ever break me. I shot the brute a deathly glare in response.

“I like your attitude, cunt. It’s a shame that I won’t get to train you personally,” he replied, while reaching for something in his pocket. ”A gift, from your master, so that your first meeting may be…pleasurable.”

It was a large, silver phallus, an anal plug. Taking a bottle of out of a pouch, the Caribou lathered the sex toy with lube, before he forced it into my rear with little tact or gentleness. 

“MMMHHNN!!” I screamed, protesting against yet another violation of my sanctity.

The cylinder effortlessly slid inside me, and my instinctive clenching only served to lock it in place. Although initially I assumed it was intended as a sexual, humiliating measure, within moments of insertion I felt a strange magic flow through my body. To my horror, I started feeling…arousal. The plug had been enchanted, and was somehow forcing me into a state of estrus. Heat started emanating from my nethers as the foul spell took hold of my body, and a strong sexual desire overtook my mind. I felt my nipples and clitoris engorging, growing erect. I clenched my teeth, desperately trying to somehow stave off and resist the insidious sorcery. But it was of no avail. The most I could manage in my state of incapacitation was a feeble shake of my hips in an attempt to dislodge the sex toy, earning me little more than the mocking laughter of the guards.

My vagina was dripping with wetness by this point. And then to my great shame, I could feel myself starting to wink involuntarily. It was the distinctive physical reaction of a mare in heat, indicating her receptiveness to be mated. I fought against my bonds, biting onto my gag and struggling, anything to deny these fiends the pleasure of seeing me like this. But no matter how much I resisted, I could not fight my body’s response to the infernal spell. I was now completely slick and could feel my labia parting uncontrollably, much to the men’s delight.

“It’s pointless to resist, cunt. You should be grateful to be blessed by our arts. Have a taste of what you will experience,” the fiend spoke with derision, while reaching out his hands towards my private parts.

To my utter shame, I let out a lustful moan when the savage started fingering me, and it took all my strength of will to stop myself from continuing to do so. His fingers stimulated me in all the right places, his touch enhanced by the nefarious magic. Whatever I tried to divert my attention was of little use. The fiend rubbed my labia and clitoris expertly, paying close attention to my moans, yelps and movements. He read me like a book, quickly figuring out exactly how I liked to be stimulated and using his knowledge and experience of the female body to push me ever closer to the edge. To my vexation, I could not deny his extraordinary skill. The pitch and volume of my moans increased as I started losing control, and my arousal was more than evident from the bull’s fluid-soaked fingers. Soon my assailant inserted the fingers of his other hand into my vagina, curling them ever so gently to rub my g-spot. 

I had never been touched like that before. For a moment I lost control completely, letting out loud, primal moans and indulging in the raw pleasure, letting him push me over the brink.

“HNNNHH!!” I screamed as I climaxed, squirting and shaking like I had never experienced before.

It felt incredible, far more intense than any ordinary orgasm. My fluids splattered onto the floor below me as my body trembled violently, waves of pleasure completely overwhelming my senses. It left me gasping for air and for a moment I blacked out, before slowly regaining my senses.

“Good girl. I suspect your new owner will be quite pleased with a slave of your quality,“ the bull spoke with a tone of satisfaction. “I would fuck your cunt right here and now, but regrettably there are matters to attend to. Fortunately there will be plenty of opportunity in the coming months to get, shall we say, better acquainted.”

As the Caribou cleaned off his hands, a cohort of stallion guards arrived at my cell.

“Greetings, commander. You will be pleased to hear we have effectively neutralized the female guards,” I heard one of them say. “Most of the captives have been collared, plucked and dehorned as ordered. Some minor pockets of resistance remain, but it’s safe to say that the castle will be fully under our control soon.”

“Splendid work, captain. With this, we have achieved a key objective and taken a significant step towards our conquest of this land,” the bull replied. “I will personally ensure our victory here, and prepare the castle for our lord’s arrival.”

“As for you, whore, you show great promise even if your attitude is unbecoming for a female,” the Caribou spoke, giving me a final glance. “It’ll take some time for the spell to fully take effect, but it’ll help you lose some of your prudish inhibitions. We will rid you of your haughtiness and pretense, and firmly put you in your place as a cock-hungry slut.”

His insult enraged me, but also raised my concern. Apparently this disgusting enchantment was only starting to run its course, and I anticipated its full effect with trepidation.

“Blindfold her and secure the perimeter, leave her restrained and await further orders,” he spoke, addressing two bulls before turning his attention to the guards that had arrived on the scene. “Two of my best men will accompany your cohort and stand guard, should any unforeseen irregularities occur. None may lay hands on this female until our lord arrives the claim her, is that understood?”

“Of course, my lord,” the stallion spoke, saluting the Caribou.

“Excellent. Rejoice, for we have almost finished the day’s hunt, and will soon be able to enjoy the spoils. Complete this final labor as you are ordered, and our lord is sure to reward you handsomely.”

One of the bulls then stepped towards me with a large strip of black cloth, wrapping it across my eyes.

“Mhhh…” I murmered as the blindfold plunged me into complete darkness.

The fabric was completely opaque, allowing no light to pass through. The bull tightly tied the cloth behind the back of my head, before leaving the prison cell. I heard the men lock the door, and the hoof steps of the Caribou as they made their way up into the castle proper once more, leaving me suspended to allow the enchantment to run its course.

The more time passed, the more aroused I became. How this accursed magic worked I did not know, but its effect on my state of mind was incredible. The faintest draft of air was enough to tickle my senses, sending my body shivering and leaving me gasping with desire. No matter what I tried I could not dislodge the detestable artifact, and I soon felt myself struggling against my bonds, not to escape but in a vain attempt to relieve myself. I was sweating, winking, and no matter how much I attempted to control my inhibitions, I could not help but squirt involuntarily. Lust soon overtook my mind wholly as I was fully bewitched, bringing my innate animal instincts to the fore.

I heard no sound but that of my own breath, heartbeat and the occasional splattering of my shame on the stone floor below me. The heat became more unbearable by the moment, and soon my thoughts were consumed by one thing only - the craving to be filled. My nipples were fully erect and clitoris was throbbing; I was soaking wet and wanted nothing more than for somepony to touch me, to fondle my breasts…to make love to me. My breath was getting more ragged by the minute, and I felt myself moving my hips, wanting to grind them against something, anything. The more I tried to suppress these feelings, the stronger the lust became, and my bonds prevented me from relieving myself in any way. 

Soon I was moaning with desperation and frustration, twisting my body against the ropes, curling my hooves and clenching with sheer bestial desire. The sensation was far beyond anything that a mare could experience naturally. It was a form of sexual torture, designed to reduce a captive’s resistance in one of the most sordid and humiliating ways possible. There was no doubt in my mind that mares of lesser conviction would suffer considerably by such treatment, a thought that infuriated me to no end. 

In an attempt to distract myself from my lustful desires I turned my thoughts to my sister, who would surely be battling the invaders. Celestia, along with Twilight Sparkle’s help, would doubtlessly be able to repel these savages and free me from my predicament. But despite my attempts to resist the enchantment’s perverse effects, over time my mind was completely overtaken by passion, such that I could barely think of anything but satisfying the needs of the flesh.

I do not know how long this sensory deprivation lasted, but it took all of my strength of will to retain some semblance of control. Regardless, I had been reduced to a slavering mess, dripping with sweat and other fluids. The sexual cravings were so intense that I thought I was going to lose my mind - it was then that the hoofsteps returned. Going by the noise, voices and the clinking of armor and weapons, a large group of soldiers was descending into the gaol. I heard a key unlocking the door of my cell and several men entering; within moments my blindfold was removed.

Before me stood the Caribou lord, the one responsible for instigating the invasion. He was very tall, greater in stature than the others of his kind that I have had the displeasure of seeing. Evidently victorious in a recent battle, he still wore an elaborately crafted chest plate, which was inscribed with intricate symbols and words in the writing of their kind. His body was well-muscled, strong and clearly still in its prime, yet the fine lines in his face betrayed his age and years of campaigning in the cold north. Dainn he called himself, and he now claimed kingship of Equestria by right of conquest. 

The others in the room hushed and stood aside at the bull’s entrance, out of respect or perhaps out of fear of the warlord. He had a powerful, authoritative air about him, one that commanded respect and deference from those in his presence.
His look was stern yet regal, and his eyes seemed to pierce the soul.

“So this is the one they call Luna,” he spoke while eyeing up my exposed body as if he were appraising some prize cattle. “A fine physical specimen. This land is bountiful indeed.”

Behind him, to my incredulity, followed Shining Armor. A pleading look for help was quickly shot down with a devious, lecherous smirk of his own. Like seemingly all of the stallions the prince was in league with the Caribou, and had brought Princess Cadance with him. Shockingly she was completely naked, save for a crimson red collar and wing sheathes. Her horn had been removed, and she evidently had undergone the same wing plucking process as I had. Shining Armor led her into the room on a chain, and unlike her husband she crawled on her hands and knees. Despite her predicament she did not protest, instead seemingly reacting to her treatment with submission and obedience. The look on her face was one of contentment and bliss, but how she could enjoy such demeaning treatment I could not fathom.

“I trust she gave you no trouble?” the Caribou lord spoke, addressing his captain as he entered the prison cell.

“None whatsoever, my lord. The plan was executed as per your instructions,” the bull spoke, while handing the Caribou my severed horn.

“Excellent work. With this, she is little more than a cunt, just like all the others we’ve captured,” the bull answered while inspecting my horn as if it were a mere trinket, before turning his attention to me. “But it’s not like you could have posed any significant threat, even if our initial plans were to have been foiled.”

Furious at the insinuation, I screamed into my ball gag, thrashing wildly against my bonds. Although the paralytic had mostly worn off by this point, the ropes restraining me in this indignant pose were far too strong to break. There was little I could do, and the bull was fully aware of it. Looking unimpressed at my outrage he stepped towards me with a black leather collar in his hand.

“It is evident that years of unjust privilege have left you with an attitude. But those days are now over. It is high time someone put you in your proper place,”  he spoke with a voice that was authoritative and dominant. “My name is Dainn. From now on you will be my property, and I will be your master.”

“Hrghh!! Mnnh!!” I protested as he wrapped the leather strip around my throat, reaching behind me to lock it in place.

With a click the collar fit tightly around my neck. A large metal ring was set in it, making it heavy and uncomfortable to wear. I was incandescent with rage at the sheer humiliation of being collared by this uncivilized troglodyte, not to mention being taken possession of.

“You belong to me now, slave. Let this collar and these wing sheaths forever remind you that are my servant, and that your place is here on the ground, crawling on all fours like and animal,” he declared. 

The savage then started…violating me. Moving his hands down to my chest, he started groping me. Playing with me.

“NNHH!! HMMMGH!!” I screamed, categorically refusing his advances.

But the brute was surprisingly skilled with his hands. I am embarrassed to admit that his touch felt…intensely pleasurable to me. My body had completely fallen under the Caribou’s insidious spell, and I remained incredibly aroused. I tried desperately not to show him any signs of enjoyment. Despite my best efforts he saw right through my facade however, keenly gauging my reaction while he softly fondled and caressed my breasts and teased my nipples. I whimpered as I felt one of his hands slide downwards, reaching for my crotch.

“Mhhph…” I moaned involuntarily, as he started fingering me.

I cursed his sexual prowess. Each touch, every flick and curl of his fingers seemed to hit all the right spots, in all the right ways. Combined with my body’s heightened arousal, I was unable to resist him, no matter how humiliating and vexing the circumstance. He had me dripping wet and winking uncontrollably, his fingers slipping into my vagina and pleasuring my clitoris in ways that no stallion had ever done before. Each time I managed to regain some semblance of control over my treacherous body, Dainn managed find a way to overload my senses with pleasure, drawing increasingly louder moans from my unwilling lips. He seemed to have an incredible sense of how I liked to be touched, and quickly reduced me to a horny, moaning, squelching mess, stripping me of all my inhibitions.

And then, completely intoxicated with lust, I squirted for him. Much to his satisfaction, he managed to draw out the base, instinctual behavior a mare shows her suitor, communicating to him her willingness to mate. It was a completely involuntary reaction, and deeply embarrassing.

“Heh, good girl. You certainly do show promise,” Dainn spoke, before snapping his fingers.

Cadance crawled forward immediately at his signal, kneeling submissively before the usurper.

“This slave obeys your command. Please Lord Dainn, enjoy this trained whore’s throat,” the princess of love spoke with deference. 

Cadance unbuttoned the Caribou’s trousers, revealing a large set of testicles and a penis already partially unsheathed. She then set to orally pleasuring the bull, lathering her tongue across his balls while stroking, kissing and licking his shaft. The look on her face was one of utter sexual bliss, and her squeals and moans revealed her delight at the warlord’s stiffening member. It wasn’t long before she had wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking it with unbridled passion while taking it ever deeper down her throat as the bull reached his full length.

“Enough, whore,” Dainn spoke, before pushing the fallen princess aside.

His penis was enormous, far larger and girthier than any stallion I had ever laid eyes on. He stepped up to me, placing the tip of his cock against my vagina and making clear his intent.

“NHH!!” I screamed at him in protest, but it was a futile effort.

I was completely slick, and as a result he effortlessly slipped his hugely erect rod inside me. He entered me slowly but steadily, sliding his cock in all the way up to the hilt. The whorish moan of pleasure that escaped my lips will haunt me for the rest of my life. In my state of heightened sensitivity and sexual excitement every bump and ridge seemed to stimulate me in all the right ways. I am deeply ashamed of my disgraceful behavior, but I could not help myself. For a moment my mind seemed to go blank, completely flooded with pleasure. My body was screaming for him to ravage me like an animal, and my strength of will wavered. And this fact did not go unnoticed by the bull. 

He started thrusting his hips, slowly at first, gradually working up a faster, steady rhythm. Perhaps it was my altered state of mind, and the fact that I was being forced to experience pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. But I had to admit the brute certainly did know how to please a mare. His rock-hard member felt heavenly, sending me soaring ever higher with each thrust. And when he reached his hands to my chest once more, I almost welcomed his touch as he once again started folding, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

To my embarrassment it was the Caribou that snapped my out of my state of sexual ecstasy.

“I can already feel you tightening around my cock. Does it feel that good to be raped in front of your men?”

“Nhh, mhhh!!” I screamed in refusal, realizing what the fiend was trying to achieve.

“Heh, I like a slave with attitude. It will take some time for you to accept your place,” he spoke mockingly. “But you are a cunt like any other, ‘princess’. I’ll make you cum, and expose you to your former men like the common whore you really are.”

I scoffed at the mere suggestion of ever serving him as his slave, and at the notion that I would ever be made to climax by such a brute. But he was relentless in his pursuit and seemingly limitless in stamina, keeping up his rhythmic thrusting without pause and stretching the walls of my sanctity in the most wonderful of ways. I am loath to admit it, but his penis felt incredible. No matter how much I fought it, each thrust of his shaft felt intensely pleasurable, forcing me inexorably closer to the brink. Every touch and stroke of his fingers along my breasts felt amazing. It should not have felt as good as it did, considering the circumstances. Moaning with pure lust and in absolute despair, I realized the inevitability of what was going to happen. I was going to orgasm, while being raped by the savage that enslaved me.

It was…beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I came, gasping, squirting wildly, trembling and screaming. For a moment my world went completely blank as my body was overwhelmed by sheer pleasure. How these depraved brutes created a device to make a mare experience such an incredible climax I do not know. It was the ultimate humiliation, corrupting the mind to force enjoyment from an act normally so deeply private and personal. The waves were far more intense and long-lasting than any normal orgasm, and it took a while for me to regain my breath. But as my senses returned to me, it became apparent that the warlord was far from satisfying his perversions. As I was about to learn, in the culture of these barbarians females exist for the sole purpose of satisfying their men, and the brute was far from finished. 

“Good girl. You certainly take after your sister,”  I heard him say, while i still wrestled to regain control of my traitorous body. “With the right teachings you two whores will make exquisite sex slaves that will be the envy of the new Equestria.”

Dainn’s comment incensed me. Somehow he had captured Celestia, be it through deception or perforce. If true, it meant that she shared my fate, and had already been enslaved and raped by this invading brute. Fury and indignation welled up from inside me. Had I still been in possession of my horn I would have send him straight to Tartarus to be incarcerated for all eternity. But now I could do little more than shoot the savage a withering gaze. It clearly left him unfazed, as he continued defiling me unabatedly.

“It’s rare to find such beauty combined with such prodigious talent. I have high hopes for your two, even if it will take a while to strip you of your regal pretense,” the Caribou’s crude assessment sounded. “Now, let’s see if you like it up your asshole.”

Before I realized what was happening, Dainn pulled his still-erect cock out of me. He gripped the plug lodged inside my rear, removing it with ease before positioning the tip of his penis against my gaping sphincter.

“MMMH!! NNNHH!!” I shrieked as he gradually started pushing the full length of his shaft into my rump.

“Aah…you’re wonderfully tight. You are an excellent quality specimen indeed,” the Caribou lord spoke, grunting with satisfaction.

He was far too large for me to take in that orifice. It hurt, his girth stretching me to my limit as he slowly pushed his cock farther and farther into my bowels. But more than anything, it was most injurious to be violated in such an unspeakably vile manner. I screamed and howled when he gradually started pumping once more, each thrust of his enormous shaft seemingly penetrating me deeper than the last. I bit down onto my gag, shutting my eyes and steeling myself to the bear the torture.

But to my horror, I soon felt Dainn’s hands slide towards my private parts. Apparently unsatisfied with humiliating me once, the savage started rubbing his fingers along my folds again, softly stroking my labia and teasing my clitoris. Under the sway of the accursed rune magic, my pain was soon drowned out by renewed ecstasy. How the fiend acquired such skill and deftness with his hands I cannot fathom, but he was able to touch and stimulate me in all the right places and with just the right rhythm, all the while pounding me in the rear with his seemingly ever-erect member. Moans of pleasure once again started escaping my lips, and I could only wail with misery while attempting to delay the inevitable. And the Caribou knew that I was at my limit.

“Hngh, ahh…you have a truly outstanding physique, slave. Although you may hate anal sex, you will learn to appreciate it soon enough,” he grunted with delight. “Now cum, cunt. Cum for your master.”

I fought against my bonds, trying to do anything I could to prevent Dainn from forcing me to orgasm again. But it was of no avail. I came, continuously. 

The ease with which the vile rapist managed to force me to climax was vexing to say the least. Dainn was in complete control of my body and senses, and I was powerless to stop him from having his way. Much to the delight of the men observing this depraved spectacle, I could only moan lustfully as my fluids splattered onto the floor. Each time my body shuddered with magically induced ecstasy the men jeered as if enraptured, celebrating their princess’ disgrace. And with each climax it took greater effort to claw back the control Dainn was wresting from me. It was a battle the Caribou was slowly but surely winning.

But then, after I almost blacked out from yet another orgasm, Dainn firmly grabbed hold of my hips and began thrusting furiously. I could only whimper, realizing that the bull was finally about to ejaculate.

“Hrrgghh!!” the bull groaned loudly as he hilted himself, his cock throbbing inside my anus as he injected me with his vile seed.

The sensation was one of utter disgust. Grunting with satisfaction, the foul savage kept pumping until he emptied himself completely. I could feel his member pulsate each time he forced himself into my depths, each ejaculation further distending my bowels with his semen. I had to fight back my tears, suffering through this most grievous of insults, all the while begging for it to be over soon.

Breathing heavily with content, the bull finally pulled his still-erect shaft from my fundament. To my great embarrassment, a great quantity of his excess sperm immediately burst forth, splattering on the floor below me. I could only grit my teeth as I felt the viscous liquid flow from me, leaking down my rump and tail.

To my surprise, Cadance immediately crawled up to the Caribou lord, and offered herself to him. 

“Please, Lord Dainn. Make use of this lowly slave’s cunt mouth to clean your cock,” she chirped with obvious delight, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue as far as she could.

The bull eagerly granted the princess of love’s request, grabbing hold of her head and inserting his enormous cock all the way down her throat. How she managed not to vomit I did not understand, but her lustful moans left no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed what the Caribou was doing to her. She seemed to enter an almost trance-like state, licking his tip, shaft and balls clean of any excess fluids. Twirling her tongue to access each nook and cranny, she caressed the bull’s testicles and rubbed his penis against her cheeks and muzzle. As far as I could tell, she did not seem to be coerced to act as such in any way. The abandon with which she subjected herself such a public, disgraceful sex act confirmed that she was somehow in league with the invaders and traitors, but how this had come to pass I cannot say.

“It will take a while for you, but there will be a time when you will worship my cock just like this whore,” Dainn spoke, addressing me once more. “Now that you are my sex slave, you will be put in your place, and trained to act and behave as deemed appropriate for a cunt. You will be broken just like that slut of a sister of yours, and kneel before my hooves in submission. But before we start, you have a debt to settle.”

“Men! Use her holes at your leisure to sate your desires. You have earned the right,” he continued, having pulled up his trousers and now addressing the attending guards. “Enjoy the night! My attendants will come to collect her when you are finished.” 

With that, he turned away and left the dungeon, followed closely by the rest of his men. Upon his exit, throngs of my own royal guards entered the prison cell. The looks on their faces were of crazed sexual lust. Many had already partially disrobed, some even stroking their engorged stallionhoods now shamelessly on display.

“Nnhhh!! Shthhph!!” I screamed in a vain attempt to command them to cease this insanity.

Many of the stallions on the front row roughly groped my body while others undid the ropes holding me up. Although I was by now able to move, I was still weakened by the paralytic. Regardless, there were way too many ponies present for me to physically deal with, especially without any magic to aid in my escape. The men anticipated my squirming and thrashing, easily grabbing hold of my legs as I feebly kicked out at them. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs were forced apart, and within moments the first stallion slid his erect penis into my still-slick vagina.

Rather infuriatingly, the effects of the arousal spell were far from worn off. His member felt incredible as it forced my walls apart, and it was evident that the many times that Dainn had made me climax had done little to sate the perverse sexual cravings induced by his magic. One of the stallions removed my ball gag, only to replace it with a mouth ring. Once it was locked securely in place he inserted his stallionhood down my throat, gripping me by the head while he violated me orally. His musk was overpowering, and his pheromones soon pervaded my nostrils, arousing me even further. In my state of sexual excitement and with the ring preventing me from biting his cock, I could do little more than moan and beg for it to be over. 

For hours on end, I was subjected to the horrendous depravities of the stallions. I was mercilessly raped and defiled in every orifice, and used and humiliated in unspeakably revolting ways. As soon as one of them discharged their disgusting load inside of me, another was ready to immediately take his place. It wasn’t long before they reduced me to a trembling, squirting mess, and I was completely helpless to stop it. It was a whirlwind of indecency, lust, and bodily fluids. I was forced to climax over and over again, and each time I felt like I had reached my limits these abhorrent aphrodisiacs were fed to me, which somehow pushed my arousal and pleasure to ever higher levels.

My rape and defilement must have lasted well beyond the small hours of the night, but thankfully I had blacked out well before the end. I awoke lying on the floor of my cell, covered in a thick coating of the guards’ semen. My body felt disgusting and sore from the lengthy sexual abuse, but importantly my spirit remains unbowed in spite of it.

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I have since been attempting to make sense of the recent events. Although I have been kept alone in my cell I have gained some insight into the abrupt change and betrayal of the stallions, by overhearing the guards’ occasional loose chatter. 

From what I have managed to piece together the Crystal Cock has played a crucial role in the Caribou’s success, possessing the male population with seemingly limitless sexual lust. I do not quite understand how the artifact now functions, but powerful, foreign energies emanate from within it. Magic of this type is much different from our own, and must have been deeply infused into the Crystal Heart when they reshaped it into its current obscene form, heavily corrupting it.

How deeply the power of the Crystal Cock has corrupted the populace, and indeed if its effects can ever be undone, remains to be seen. But it seems that Cadance has set a precedent as a former princess by openly embracing the new culture taking root in Equestria, serving as a model submissive to other mares. Indeed from what little I have glimpsed, some of the enslaved, be it out of natural affinity or fear, have regrettably adopted to the distinctive red-colored collars of willing sex slaves. I do not begrudge them their choices, as understandably not all ponies possess the disposition required to resist the appalling treatment recalcitrant captives are subjected to. 

Indeed since that fateful day, these barbaric oppressors have spared no effort in subjugating and humiliating Equestria’s female population. The Caribou have imposed their rule and depraved culture upon our once beautiful capital, and have begun to tear down any remaining symbols of our regime. They have instated their barbaric custom of regarding any female as property, stripping them of all rights and making them utterly subservient to males. Indeed from what I have heard through the grapevine, the city was systematically searched and any remaining mares captured, enslaved and collared like animals. Perhaps tellingly, I have yet to see any male prisoners, suggesting that the Crystal Cock’s influence over the stallions’ minds is extremely effective. Whether or not this is true remains to be seen.

How far the Caribou’s reach extends is unknown to me. But since they first struck Canterlot, it seems unlikely that they control the more remote parts of Equestria. As news trickles down to the hinterlands, resistance is sure to be organized.

Despite how bleak things may look, surely there is hope yet. Although Celestia and I may have been incapacitated, opportunities to overthrow the Caribou will surely arise, and we must be ready to act. One thing is clear in my mind - whatever happens, I shall never accept Dainn’s rule as long as I draw breath. If he believes my sister and I can be broken, this foul usurper is sorely mistaken.

- Princess Luna