To whomever may find this journal,
I am Princess Celestia of Equestria, writing this entry approximately two weeks after my capture by the Caribou. Although I have been stripped of my possessions, I have managed to conceal this diary beneath a loose tile in my cell. I will try to update it whenever the opportunity arises, as a record of the crimes that Dainn and his ilk are committing, so that they may be judged before the law once we overthrow these invaders.
The Caribou invasion of Equestria came suddenly, and completely unexpected. I cannot believe me and my sister did not notice their preparations, nor the Fall of the Crystal Empire. I have replayed the past events in my mind countless of times, trying to figure out what mistakes I made, but with little information to go on and the guards being tight-lipped, I am completely in the dark. All that I know for sure is that their takeover of the Crystal Empire was swift and complete, and probably took place during the harsh northern winter. Somehow they kept up a facade, leaving us none the wiser. Regardless, the Caribou reached Canterlot suddenly, clearly well-prepared for war. I faced their leader, Dainn, in the central square, but was defeated and enslaved.
I still cannot believe the power he wielded; I sensed a magical taint about him, and suspect Discord had a hand in his ascendance. I was powerless before him, taken prisoner, and worse…mutilated and violated. My horn was removed by a fiendish contraption, a fate I later learned has befallen every unicorn mare they captured. My wings were plucked, and restrained in these horribly uncomfortable sheaths that seem to prick and cut into the skin. I was collared like a beast, and paraded like war booty through the streets of my beloved city, despoiled by my own royal guards. My personal humiliation I can bear, but I felt deeply for my subjects that suffered the same fate that day. I just hope that they can find it in their hearts to forgive me for failing them.
The brutal invasion and enslavement of Equestria’s female populace are testimony to the Caribou’s disgusting, barbaric culture. How they can treat mares, even their own females like they treat us, I cannot fathom. However, that clearly did not dissuade my niece, Princess Cadance and her husband, Shining Armor from joining their cause. Their betrayal… cuts deeply. I haven’t seen them very often since the Fall, but they seem completely different from the loving couple that defeated Queen Chrysalis not too long ago. Shining Armor has become domineering stallion, treating mares with disrespect and like objects to satisfy his sexual desires; Cadance has become a shameless harlot, openly indulging in pleasure and apparently enjoying the gazes of other ponies while in the throes of lust. It is so unlike them to act like this, and I suspect the corruption of the Crystal Heart into that obscene abomination has everything to do with it.
My own situation is wretched, and the loss of my horn is distressing to say the least. The Caribou have no intention of treating their female captives, even a princess, with any form of respect. I’m currently being held in the servant’s quarters, which has been converted into a makeshift dungeon. Stripped of my dignity, I am forced to spend my days naked, save for this tight collar that chafes my neck. The heavy metal ring only adds to the collar’s discomfort, and it has resisted all my attempts at removing the degrading thing; the Caribou’s strange rune magic must be at play here. My bed is now a pile of straw in a corner of my holding cell, which although better than the cold, stone floor pricks my sensitive skin. How I long for the comforts of my bed and bath!
The only baths I now receive are buckets of water thrown unceremoniously over me when these brutes deem me too filthy to satisfy their depraved desires, which seem endless. I am being raped on a daily basis for hours on end, until the stream of stallions and bucks pouring into my prison every morning are finally sated. They insert this infernal device up my rectum that somehow forces me into a heightened state of estrus; I am dismayed to write that all my attempts at resisting its effects have proven futile. It starts within moments - a heat spreads from my nethers, my heart races, and my breathing grows ragged. As my arousal deepens this is followed by the…shall we say, involuntary physiological reactions a mare in heat displays in the presence of a male. I can usually suppress the need to raise my tail to these vile savages, denying them the pleasure of seeing me present myself, but only momentarily.
Once the first member enters me, I struggle for control. I loathe giving them the satisfaction of seeing me enjoying myself in any way, and I am deeply ashamed of every moan that inadvertently escapes my lips, of the way I grind my hips onto theirs in those moments of raw pleasure, and of the fact that I… climax. Or rather, I am forced to climax. Frequently. This is my greatest humiliation, and is often followed by denigrating taunts about my nature. Orgasming fills me with great regret, but I must see them for what they are - involuntary bodily reactions, brought on by their perverted magic. I am unbowed by the Caribou having their way with me, but I must admit having my own guards violate me hurts me deeply. These are stallions I hand-picked for their loyalty and service, who I trusted with my life. To see them so eagerly adopt this culture of hedonism and barbarity is puzzling… where did I go wrong?
At the very least, I am not going hungry. Three times a day I am given a ration of mare kibble, as they call it. It’s a far cry from the carefully-prepared meals I am used to eating, being dry and tasteless. I am not even given the dignity of a plate and cutlery - the guard just throws the kibble onto the prison floor, leaving me to eat it off the ground with my hands. At first I refused to be treated that way, and left whatever food they gave me lying there, but hunger does things to a mare. Fluids are given to me in the disgusting manner I have come to expect from my captors. First a metal ring is pushed between my teeth to keep my mouth open, secured around the back of my head by a leather strap. This is to prevent me from biting as they despoil me orally, forcing their revolting seed down my throat. If they deem this deplorable act to have been enjoyable to them I am given a ration of water to drink, which thankfully washes away their disgusting taste. If not, I am passed on to the next willing male, up until their lusts are satisfied, or until they deem that I have swallowed so much of their essence that I no longer need additional fluids.
So far, these barbaric slavers seem content just to humiliate me, gloating in their victory. Although I can bear this appalling treatment, my mind is filled with worry about my loyal subjects, who are surely suffering worse fates than I am. My heart also goes out to Princess Luna, my dear sister who has also been captured and disfigured. I must hold strong for them, and be prepared to act when the overthrow of Dainn and his cohorts eventually comes. I am positive that resistance against our oppressors has sprung up. The ponies of Equestria will surely rise against such tyranny! My hope is vested in my faithful student, Princess Twilight Sparkle, to rise to the occasion and claim her place as one of Equestria’s princesses by throwing off the yoke of the Caribou.
Until then, I must be patient. No opportunity to escape has presented itself just yet; the door to my cell is heavily guarded at all times, and although my room has a small, barred window, the castle’s courtyard is heavily patrolled. Without my magic I am powerless, and reduced to attempting to sneak out messages for help. I am not aware of what is going on outside of the walls, but should a direct assault on the castle take place, the ensuing chaos would present a window of opportunity. Conversely, if the Caribou manage to consolidate their hold on Canterlot they are sure to relocate many guards elsewhere. Hopefully I will be able to entice a sympathizer to help me when the time comes.
Standing proud and defiant,
- Princess Celestia