And then, I suppose Sabina had to desert the legion or she could be arrested for treason, procreation and not defending herself against an enemy as weak as ponies are, I suppose desertion is still a crime but, better that than being caught, judged, found guilty, tortured and crucified, as a member of the Legion she would surely be capable of impressive stealth, but surely her new and imminent pregnancy may make things difficult for her from now on.

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You wrote a fic faster than I expected) In general stall 17 was supposed to be a stall full of bat ponies, but I liked your idea very much, so I’ll build on it (but the sketches for the next two art are already ready).

It wasn’t often that diplomats of the Legion were given the chance to speak their demands to the ignorant ponies of the wasteland. Fewer communities still would even consider their words carefully before rejecting. None of them had ever invited their envoys in for further discussion. Until now.

To Sabina Inimica, their obstinacy had never been a problem before. Their boorish rejection of her reasonable demands was part of a simple process. It was impolite to start wars without pretence, so her job as priestess and representative was to go and demand their compliance and amicability to Caesar. If they refused, it would be taken as a sign they intended to oppose the Legion, serving as a casus belli for a forceful takeover to ensure their passivity.

She hadn’t thought a Stable, of all places, would not only give serious consideration to her list of demands, but actually gleeful to receive them. As she saw it, Stable ponies could keep their heavy steel door closed to her, thinking it could keep the Legion out forever. They would be proven wrong, of course. Her camp had its own Stable dweller capable of crafting contraptions to interact with the communications panel and override the door controls. But instead it was her who was proven wrong as the Stable door rolled aside to welcome her in.

“Welcome to Stable 17, miss Sabina. Your Excellency.” The mare speaking through the intercom, and who was standing on the other side of the threshold spoke.

Sabina shielded her eyes from the bright lights inside the Stable, highlighting the pony’s silhouette. As they adjusted, she saw the earth pony’s rose pink coat and magenta mane. The tag on her barding identified her as Overmare. She was carrying something within a bundle hanging from her neck.

“I am admittedly surprised to be welcomed by such rude creatures as ponies. And who might you be?” She stepped inside the Stable as she inquired as to the Overmare’s name.

“The denizens of the wastes must have hardened you to our civility. I’m Lovejoy, leader of this Goddess-fearing community. You stated in your demands that 10 of our males and females be transferred to your Legion. Before I can accept your terms, I wanted clarification.” The Overmare stated, a little anxious.

Sabina sighed. Of course these profligates thought this was negotiable, instead of an ultimatum. No matter, she had gotten this far by blustering. Surely this timid pony would not take much convincing to see cooperation was in her own best interest.

“Is that a one-time deportation? Or an annual tribute of labour?” Lovejoy squinted, judging what answer Sabina would give.

“A one-time arrangement between your Stable and the Legion. For the time being.” Sabina was certain to imply this settlement was open to renegotiation. And by renegotiate, she meant imposition.

“You see, that was not the answer I wanted to hear.” Sabina narrowed her eyes threateningly at Overmare Lovejoy’s answer. “I would be more comfortable with a yearly pledge of this many inhabitants of Stable 17. For the time being.”

Sabina’s mouth dropped in befuddlement at how deferential these pony curs were.

“You see your Excellency, Stable 17 has a capacity problem you could help solve.” The Overmare spoke as the two trotted down the atrium of the underground shelter.

It was by this point that Sabina noticed the bundle that Lovejoy carried close to her chest was a sling holding a tiny foal, sleeping quietly close to its mother. She also could see that her belly was gravid, and hanging low outside her unzipped Stable barding.

“Congratulations on your coming child, if you do not mind me noticing.” Sabina was not used to genuine compliments in any of her negotiations. Only intimidation at the end of legionnaire blades.

“Yes, I was indeed blessed by the Goddess. Would you believe it’s our seventh? Truly our mission as a Stable is safe in my hooves.” Lovejoy beamed with pride, absently rubbing her pregnant stomach.

“Such fecundity is not common in the wasteland. But what is this mission for your Stable you speak of?” Sabina inquired.

She had read the reports on how the profligates of Equestria conducted twisted experiments in their Stables. Wicked attempts by Stable-tec at social engineering that proved this kingdom had to be destroyed, its identity erased, and supplanted by zebra virtue. How did such a wholesome thing as procreation fit their perversion?

“When the final day of the war came, there were 1.000 ponies enlisted in Stable 17 who made it inside. The total capacity our facilities could maintain was well over 5.000 ponies.” Lovejoy shut her eyes and she solemnly revealed the legacy of her community. “It was by order of Stable-tec that we were expected to raise new ponies for the re-colonization of Equestria. After 200 years, our door was meant to open. And a vibrant society of eager ponies would be unleashed. With our Gardens of Equestria Creation Kit we would make the land fertile again, for fertile ponies. That would mean breeding prolifically to give ourselves that population. With a limited diversity of genes from our original population, every couple must remain faithful to each other and sire as many foals as they can. To ensure a pool of widespread genetic variation. However, we may have gone a little too far.”

Only now did Sabina realize what she had missed earlier when looking around the corridors and atrium. The ponies loitering around the hallways and outside the domiciles weren’t simply idling. Laid across the floor were mattresses, sleeping bags, reclining chairs and couches with ponies living outside living quarters. Lovejoy was also far from the only pregnant mare. And the ponies not currently showing signs of being with foal were instead publicly breastfeeding a born one. Even the posters decorating the walls encouraged family expansion. The nearest one displaying a mare pushing forward a pram and giving a happy smile, with the caption “Large families and happy families!”.

“Housing this many ponies has become a challenge to the Stable, but we get by. Less forgiving of our overcrowding issues are the hydroponic farms and aquifer wells.” The Overmare pointed towards the cafeteria.

Sabina could see inside, with the ponies standing in line to be served a limited amount of carrots and mushrooms. With a single bottle of water to wash it down. The mares who were expecting received a slightly larger serving, as did the ones nursing their foals in the adjacent crèche. But Sabina could see how scarcity was becoming an issue.

“We are also hard pressed to raise the next generation to be the best and brightest Equestria has to offer.” She now passed by the classroom, looking in at the colts and fillies at their desks reciting the multiplication tables hanging on the wall.

She gave their teacher a joyful smile, which the stallion returned. But Sabina could see the class was crammed full of too many differently aged students.

“There are not even enough jobs within the Stable that need to be filled. We have too many idle hooves, and as a result had to distinguish. Young foals who cannot attain a place in school receive no work occupation when they get their cutie mark, and thus are not given their own residence inside our Stable. Ponies living in corridors do not breed without the privacy of a bedroom or care for a foal properly and cannot contribute to our holy mission. This has created two separate groups of dwellers: those who have everything, and them who get nothing. This has left some ponies sexually frustrated.” The Overmare shook her head at one of the stallions sleeping outside the commissary, whose blanket was raised up above his crotch by a very prominent erection.

Sabina blinked, the obvious solution immediately coming to mind. “Have you made no provisions for population control? Condoms, morning-after pills, vasectomy? The Stables should have access to sterility implants.”

Lovejoy was startled, as she hastily covered the emissary’s mouth with a hoof and hissed for her to be quiet. “Such things are illegal by Stable law, a taboo. And sterility implants? I do not believe we have those, thank the Goddess.”

“Don’t touch your betters like that, profligate.” Sabina pushed away the Overmare’s hoof. “And why do you call Celestia the Goddess instead of by the name your kind gave her?”

“Oh! We don’t mean Celestia when we speak of the Goddess. We mean her!” The pair reached the centre of the Stable’s atrium, and Lovejoy pointed a hoof up at a statue located there.

It was a figure of an alicorn embedded to the wall, wings and forelegs spread as if afloat in midair. At first mistaken for the former princess of Equestria before the Nightmare took over, there were multiple features in the white marble that deviated from the way Celestia was normally represented by the dissolute Equestrians. Her mane was different, as was the heart-like cutie mark. The sculptor had also seen fit to add a prominent pair of teats above her engorged labia.

“Princess Cadance, protector goddess of Stable 17. This statue was commissioned for the 25th anniversary of the Sealing as a constant reminder of our mission to repopulate Equestria. She is the goddess of beauty, love, marriage, fertility and childbirth. It is She who we worship above all alicorns.” Lovejoy began to bow reverently before the idol, before she winced in pain and let out a groan. She returned to a standing position as she clutched her pregnant belly with a hoof. “I should remember not to do that in my condition.”

“A fertility cult.” Sabina scoffed openly. “Figures your venal race would glorify promiscuity to such insane degrees that your only habitat can no longer support you. Subjugation beneath the guidance of the Legion will be a blessing for you.”

“I believe it to be in the interest of Stable 17 that we open our door to the Legion, so we can be protected in the wasteland. It was foretold by the oracle of the Goddess that after 200 years of isolation, a messenger would come to lift the Sealing and bring us into the wider world. My ponies believe you are that messenger, Excellency. Guide us, so we may fulfil the purpose of Stable 17.” Lovejoy nodded her head respectfully to Sabina.

The zebra mare looked around the atrium. She was uncomfortable with being regarded as a holymare by these lesser equines. But, following their Overmare’s example, the ponies within earshot all turned towards her and bowed their head. Followed by the ponies who could see the unfolding event. The Stable seemed to grind to a halt as the emissary was hailed by a silent bowing by all dwellers who saw her.

Sabina had never expected her task to be this easy. To luck into the one Stable whose prophecies lined up so well with her arrival. It almost seemed wrong to abuse all that goodwill. But this could not be some trick that the tyrannous stars played on her. This could only be providence. And it was her duty to bring these ponies into the fold, by whatever means necessary.

The Overmare’s office allowed for further discussion in private, as Lovejoy sat back behind her desk, glad to be resting her hooves after the short walk. Sabina Inimica sat before her, the document of surrender placed between them. Before signing, the Stable 17 Overmare wanted the terms negotiated, and Sabina was all too happy that she was actually arguing to the benefit of the Legion.

“According to the revised treaty, Stable 17 is to allow in legionnaires of the Caesar to oversee that the Stable remains compliant, with a permanent representative of the Legion within your administration who must be consulted on all decisions they deem important.” Sabina read the text out to the Overmare, who was given the time to respond.

“Unofficially I would add that this representative should be you, as you are by now familiar with our customs and have been publicly acknowledged as fulfilling the prophecy.” Overmare Lovejoy added.

The envoy mare was still unsure if she wanted that, though she admitted the job would bring her prestige. “Speaking of matters of faith, conform the Legion’s policy your Stable’s religion will be permitted to be upheld in the interest of breeding more servants for us. The goddess identified as Cadance may be freely worshipped in Legion territory on the condition all ponies offer tribute to the Caesar first as a token of their submission.” Hearing no objections, she continued. “The Legion may utilize any facilities and resources within Stable 17 towards its own goals as long as they do not endanger the future of its resident ponies. Your Gardens of Equestria Creation Kit shall be seized for the Legion and used to establish a new colony in Equestria. This colony shall be the main destination of an annual tribute of labour gifted by Stable 17 in the form of ten mares and stallions each. In good health and with their assets seized for the Legion. In exchange the Legion promises to extend its protection over Stable 17 and all travel between it and the Legion.”

“That sounded about right. I am ready to sign.” The Overmare agreed as she retrieved a pen.

Sabina pushed the document closer to the Overmare to make it easier to sign without her ample stomach getting in the way, but did not take her hoof away. Instead, she looked Lovejoy in the eye.

“Tell me something, pony.” She tilted her head quizzically. “Your kind have known zebras only as the enemy from the time of war. And now you are ready to sign away your freedom after all those years spent in futile resistance. I understand your kind is weak and servile by nature. But why are you so quick to trust us now when our mutual animosity gives you no reason to?”

Lovejoy sat back in her chair and sighed as if Sabina just wasn’t getting it. “That was 200 years ago. And we ponies believe in harmony. To hold a bitter grudge over the destruction of a nation that is long gone and can never be again rebuilt is pointless.” As glad as Sabina ought to be to hear no ill will over the end of Equestria from this mare, she could not shake the feeling of being harshly criticized. “Ponies and zebras are going to have to find a way to live in the remnants of what was once Equestria. If the Legion is going to insist it is on their terms, as long as they have the means to enforce them there is not much one Stable full of ponies can do about it. But perhaps we can bring harmony with us into the Legion, whom we shall soon serve.”

Was she threatening to spread subversive ideas within Caesar’s Legion? Was the act of taking slaves from those degenerates just a carefully disguised poisoned chalice? No, that was ridiculous! Sabina reminded herself that the slave drivers of the Legion could whip any corruption or defiance out of a pony. And not even their whore goddess could stop zebrakind from achieving its ultimate goal of destroying its old hated enemy once and for all! She lifted her hoof off of the document, and watched Overmare Lovejoy sign it.

“Now then. With that concluded, there is only one final matter we must address, your Excellency.” She declared as she touched a button on her control chair.

“And that is?” Sabina narrowed her eyes.

She could see in the reflection of the glass of the Overmare’s office behind the earth pony how the door to the office opened. Two of the Stable’s security ponies stepped into the room behind Sabina, who was considering the situation. They were carrying no weapons, and she had her machete and years of training on her side. Their smiles also did not betray any hint of hostility. Surely, this was just-

Sabina was taken aback by the speed with which the two stallions reached for her forelegs, pulled her out of the chair and threw her on her back on the Overmare’s desk. Through the bright light of the Stable’s fluorescent lamps she could see their eager faces. She squirmed against their hold on her to get free, but couldn’t get out of their tight grasp. Overmare Lovejoy sat next to her on the desk and leaned over her so she could see her.

“As an aspiring representative to Stable 17, it is only fitting that we make you an honorary citizen, your Excellency.” Her hoof slid under Sabina’s stola, and began to lift it up.

“Let me go, you degenerates! The Legion will hear of this if you don’t!” She shouted, but was ignored.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious what makes the number 17 significant to us?” Lovejoy maintained her polite smile as the guard ponies began to disrobe the zebra mare. “Everypony who adheres to the Goddess must pass her rite of passage before the age of 18 to prove sexual maturity. She is to consummate her marriage publicly with her husband before a crowd of witnesses to prove she is a mare.”

“I am not a licentious pony mare! I’m not one of your kind!” Sabine protested as she lay naked before the two excited security stallions.

“No, not yet. But you will be. Your own husband may not be present to do the deed, and this is perhaps not a public place. But we can improvise.” Lovejoy nodded her head at the security camera mounted to the ceiling, her expression turning to a naughty grin. “You’re going to love the Goddess, the same way we all have. And all of Stable 17, and the Legion, shall know.”

Y as long as I can volunteer to be one of the 10 females. ;3

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