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The Queen's Carnage (Story by Delan3)
🕑 Added 2025-08-09 01:34:50 +0000 UTCAn early story written by Delan3, who took inspiration from my last mare drawing "War of honor", giving life to the picture and creating a captivating lore with a lot of potential. Hope you enjoy it, and thanks to the author for their kind gesture. It makes me happy when a person gets inspired by my art :3
WARNING: Story includes Stomp, some light crush scenes and vore
STORY
In the grime and smoke filled industrial city, posters scared the children and adult alike. A gaping mouth of a red fox. White, sharp teeth made the people blood run cold. In the middle, there was a brave soldier pointing its finger towards the people on the streets.
"The fox will come for your families. Enlist now."
In this big, industrial country, a little more than three months ago, there was something truly bizarre and scary happened.
A forest, the size of a small state has appeared out of thin air. Swallowing multiple villages. And this was not just any other forest. The trees were gigantic. And its inhabitants were equally large. Birds big as small houses. Insects big large breed dogs. And the worst of all.
The fox.
Big as a four story house. And voracious as a village. Quite often, the fox comes out of the forest to feast upon the livestock held by the villages around the forest. And sometimes, it devoured people too just as well as the other beasts too.
An army of soldiers and hunters were sent to kill the fox, the few who returned, became mad. The leadership stopped sending small parties of men into their deaths needlessly. They wanted something far more bigger. A much bigger army had assembled to kill the beasts of the forest of giants.
A large scale conscription happened and a week of training had been ordered to put an end to this. New weapons also were sent alongside the soldiers. Tracked cannons.
The country did not had much time. There was another threat coming from the forest.The very essence of life were drained out of the surrounding lands next to the forest. THe lush greenery became a barren wasteland. And it grew larger and larger every week.
This forest had to be burnt.
Jack, a young conscript thought this had to be enough. As he marched alongside the other poor souls toward the one place he didn't wanted to go, he thought this much firepower might be enough. Just one good hit with these cannons and the fox might die instantly. Ryan, another young soldier spoke.
"What do you we see inside that forest? Do you think we can find my home?"
Ryan was one of those who came to the city find work from a village that got swallowed up by the forest appearing out of nowhere. None came from those villages.
No survivors.
"We might. I'll help you carry whatever you want."
Assured his comrade with his assistance.
"Eyes forward and keep your mouth shut, you dogs!"
Their officer leading the column barked. They didn't let anyone gossip, it might spread fear. Jack placed his hand on Ryan's shoulder. They were in the same unit from the start of training ever since. They had a bond as brothers in arms.
The column reached the first abandoned village in the line. The fear of the fox and other beasts made everyone move away from the forest of the giants. A ghost of a settlement half-swallowed by the creeping wild. Empty homes were next to each other in silence broken by the lines of war-machines. Doors hung crooked on rusted hinges, creaking faintly in the wind, as if the buildings themselves were whispering warnings the soldiers were too afraid to hear.
The tanks rolled down the main road as the soldiers walked in complete silence. Jack tried not to look at the toys still lying in the dirt, at the decayed laundry still strung between two posts. He didn’t know what was worse, that it was abandoned, or that it looked like people had left in a hurry.
The fear of the fox. The fear of the beasts. It had driven everyone from here.
Soon, they reached the wasteland.
The last whispers of green vanished behind them like a dream. What lay ahead was a realm choked of life. A barren scar stretching beneath the foggy sky, where the very ground seemed to reject the idea of growth. Dead trees lined the cracked, crumbling roads like mourners at a funeral.
The fields were worse.
Where crops once grew, there was only dust. Rows of stunted, brittle stalks stood half-formed, gray as ash and dry as paper. The soil beneath them was cracked in deep, spidering fractures. Lifeless, drained. A scarecrow still stood in one of the fields, slumped and faded, watching over a dead field. The devastation creept further and further every week.
This was the edge of something unnatural.
The tanks crawled forward, heavy and relentless, their wide treads grinding into the cracked earth with mechanical indifference. Each one stirred up thick clouds of dust that rose in swirling waves, coating everything in a fine, pale grit.
Jack squinted as the wind shifted, and the dust swept toward the infantry like a suffocating tide. He coughed, raising his sleeve to his mouth, but it was too late. the dry powder clung to his skin, burned his eyes, filled his nose and throat.
"Ugh. Damn it."
Jack muttered, spitting to the side, but even his voice sounded muted beneath the rumble of tanks. The armored column echoed through the barren fields. Beside it, infantrymen trudged in closed formation. Rifles on their shoulders, boots crunching on the the gravel. Jack had a hard time keeping the pace as he wasn't allowed to stop simply just drinking. Just one week of training wasn't enough to carve a soldier out of him. He was just another conscript as most of the people in the column.
The ground shook under their feet. It wasn’st the tanks anymore. A distinct vibrations what made the entire column stop, the tanks stopped a bit later. Jack shakily readied his rifle. The boy and many others like him were sent to a land of unknown dangers.
All he knew that it was filled with giant animals and this area somehow drawing away life from the surrounding lands around. The barren wasteland was the evidence of something unnatural. Jack didn't wanted to to do anything with it just avoid it at all cost.
But this was war.
Either you follow orders, or you will be shot by your officer.
"Why are we stopping? What’s happening?"
"Ready your weapons! Prepare for battle!"
Their officer shouted off the top of his lungs. Most of the conscripts' hearts filled with fear as all of them started to feel the vibrations beneath their feet. The fog obstructed their view to more than a mile away.
Jack's hands trembled so violently he could barely keep hold of his rifle, let alone load it. His fingers fumbled with the cartridge, slick with cold sweat.
"I’m here, Jack. Let me do it."
Ryan, his newest friend from traning, came beside him. His own face was pale, but his hands moved with practiced focus. He snatched the rifle from Jack’s trembling grip, loading it with swift precision before closing the bolt and shoving it back into his friend’s arms.
"Tha-thanks, Ryan."
Jack stuttered. He knew Ryan also feared the beasts but he was more collected somehow.
"Cover my rear and I do the same, comrade."
As everyone focused, they started to see unmoving shapes in the distance. Jack recognized it as trees. They were gigantic. They reached the border of the land of the giants.
The land they were supposed to conquer.
Their commanders were sure the tanks, basically just a cannon on two tracks, were a gamechanger to defeat the giants. But it still did not change the fact they were still the underdog. The rumbles in the distance grew louder and heavier. Only the engines of tanks and tense shuffle of boots broke the rumbles. The tension was thick.
At first it was a vague shape, but it was moving. It slowly emerged from the gray haze. Jack heart pounded in his chest like it wanted to burst out from its place. A mountain of muscle came into their direction. The earth trembled with each step of an oncoming giant. The shape became clearer as it came closer.
A gigantic horse emerged from the fog covered forest.
Long, dark mane whipped behind a high-arched neck. Grey fur and adorned with gold on her neck and head. Delicate golden chaines wrapped her legs just above her hooves. Her necklace bearing an eight-pointed sun, swaying like a war banner with each step. The whole necklace was bigger than Jack’s childhood home.
The thunder of hooves silenced the tiny humans. They stared, frozen, their voices caught somewhere between awe and teror. Every step of the giant was a testament of untold amount of power. Dust billowed around her, stirred by the wind of her motion and the sheer force of her presence.
Before Jack could do much of anything, the giant was upon them. The mare’s shadow stretched over them like a stormcloud, vast and inescapable. It swallowed the humans whole, blotting out the sun, draping their trembling forms in a cold, oppressive darkness. Beneath its weight, their courage withered, replaced only by the creeping certainty that they were utterly, hopelessly small. The mare exhaled sharply through her nostrils, curling streams of steam twisting into the air like smoke from a forge.
Jack froze in terror, staring up at the thing as it stared down at them. Every part of his body told him to run away. His breath hitched in his throat, shallow and ragged, eyes wide as he stared up at the towering mare. But his legs wouldn’t move. Fear had locked him in place beneath her crushing, inevitable gaze.
"Last warning. My hooves are well cared, but they're always ready war."
A loud booming feminine voice thundered through the air as the giant spoke. She lifted a foreleg, the size of a small house to the minuscule humans below, and slammed it down with bone-rattling force. The ground cracked beneath her hoof, spiderweb fractures spreading across the dry earth like the veins of a shattered mirror. The sound echoed in the air like semi-distant artillery fire, rolling across the plain, making dust leap from the ground.
A chill swept through them, sharp as icewater down their spines. Their bravest soldiers faltered, clutching their weapons tighter with shaking hands, but none dared step forward.The mare exhaled, steam curling from her nostrils in the cool morning air. Her gaze narrowed. The officer leading them shouted.
"Come on, soldier! You can fall apart later! AIM!"
Jack’s hands fumbled, trembling fingers struggling to hold his weapon. The rest of the unit scrambled, some dropping to one knee, others steadying their sights on the looming titaness before them.
The mare watched them, her head tilting ever so slightly. Her expression, that impossible, intelligent gaze, held no urgency, no fear.
Only disdain.
"FIRE!"
The order came. A volley of gunfire erupted from the human ranks, crackling across the battlefield like a chain of fireworks. Muzzle flashes lit the haze as bullets tore through the dust-choked air, aimed for the towering form. The rounds pinged uselessly off her broad chest, striking the gold collar and rolling off her sleek, muscular frame like raindrops on stone. The medallion at her chest flared faintly, absorbing the impacts like a shield. Chains around her legs jingled softly with every subtle movement, a delicate contrast to the raw, apocalyptic scale of her body.
"Unwise."
She rumbled, and her hoof moved.
The ground lurched as she stepped forward, her hoof coming down in the midst of the human formation with explosive force. The ground shook as the hoof of the mare slammed down into the ground. Soldiers scattered, some too slow, crushed beneath the impossible weight, their screams snuffed out like candle flames under an iron boot. The survivors stumbled, tripping over fallen comrades, morale fracturing like the earth beneath them.
"Keep firing!"
The officer voice cracked, his face pale as he struggled to rally the men.
"Pull back! Spread out!"
But the towering mare advanced with slow, relentless steps, her hooves carving craters into the battlefield. Her golden circlet gleamed as she lowered her head, eyes narrowing on the disorganized lines of infantry.
Jack ran, legs finally obeying, heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Around him, the scene dissolved into chaos, soldiers fleeing, some firing uselessly, others too scared to even keep their rifles and ran without it. Over it all, the colossal mare stalked forward, breathing steam into the morning air.
This wasn’t a battle.
It was a hunt.
And they were her prey.
Gunners on the tanks barked orders, metal creaked under strain, and within moments, the armored beasts opened fire. The air split with the thunderclap of artillery shells, the explosions blooming like fireflowers across the mare’s colossal body. Only faint scorched marks marring her sleek, grey fur. Nothing more than scratches, as though the tanks had tossed firecracker pebbles, not high-velocity shells.
The eyes of the horse narrowed as she stepped forward again, hooves cracking the ground, flattening the armored vehicles with her legs. She wasn’t slowing down. If anything, the futile attack had only sharpened her focus. The tanks fired again, but the soldiers already knew. It wouldn’t be enough.
With terrifying precision, her hoof lifted and came down towards the nearest tank. Another tank in the semi-distance fired, a direct hitting her long face. With a flick of her hoof, she kicked the tank aside like discarded scrap after finishing the already targeted warmachine. Its armored body tumbling through the air.
The remaining tanks tried to retreat, treads grinding frantically against the torn earth, but there was no escape now. Her shadow loomed overhead, vast and unrelenting, as she advanced with the slow inevitability of an avalanche. One by one, crushed or kicked aside as though they were nothing more than toys beneath her hooves.
Jack ran, lungs burning, heart hammering so hard it drowned out the screams and gunfire around him. The ground shook beneath each monstrous hooffall as the giant mare advanced, her polished adornments shimmering through the haze of smoke and dust. The thunderous crack of another hoof striking earth spliting the dirt behind him. The shockwave nearly lifting him off his feet. Dirt and debris rained down like shrapnel, and Jack stumbled, rolling across the torn ground as the towering silhouette loomed over him.
Another hind leg came down,slamming mere meters to his left, the earth fracturing like brittle glass. The tremor sent him sprawling onto his back, his breath knocked from his lungs. Panic gripped him as he scrambled to his feet, only to freeze again.
The mare’s enormous frame blotted out the sky, her four massive legs positioned around him like pillars holding up a cathedral of flesh. Her dark, powerful body stretched out above him, muscles rippling beneath fur coat.
He was directly beneath her.
Chains and charms jingled softly around her legs as she shifted, hooves shifting ever so slightly, the ground cracking with casual, terrifying strength. Jack’s breath hitched, his entire world reduced to the terrifying architecture of her underside. The broad barrel of her torso rising and falling with calm, measured breaths.
Instinct screamed move, and Jack dove to the side just as the colossal hoof slammed down, the impact rattling his bones and sending fresh cracks splintering through the earth. Dust and fragments showered him, his ears ringing, but he kept running, scrambling through the gap between the gigantic legs.
The surviving soldiers scattered like startled insects, their formation collapsing in seconds. Boots pounded the fractured earth, rifles discarded in blind terror, their shouts dissolving into fragmented, panicked cries. Some slipped on the uneven ground, others tripped over the debris of shattered tanks and remains of trucks, but none of it mattered.
But none got far.
Jack’s heart clenched as he watched, too dazed, too broken to look away. Her jaws parted and a tongue, impossibly broad and slick, curled forward in anticipation. The first soldier disappeared between her lips. Muffled screams trailing off abruptly as she closed the cavernous mouth. A faint swallow followed.
THe young soldier couldn't believe it. It started to eat them. A herbivorous creature. Despite its size and intellect, it was still a horse. Jack was speechless. The battlefield stretched out ahead, but the titanic mare was far from finished. It chased down the stragglers with a leisurely pace. She moved like a predator. Calm, unhurried, certain in its actions.
Another soldier snatched effortlessly from the ground as he sprinted, joined the first, vanishing into the dark cavern of her maw. Her throat flexed, and they were gone. Reduced to nothing more than sustenance.
Jack’s breathing hitched, his body frozen, every nerve firing with helpless horror. His vantage point behind her left him partially concealed, forgotten, for now. The sight was seared into his mind. The survivors tried to escape, scattering in every direction. But it was futile. She moved with terrifying ease, snatching them one by one, swallowing them down like morsels plucked from a table.
Her chains jingled softly with every step as she continued, methodical, harvesting the survivors one by one. The earth shook beneath her, hooves cracking the fractured plain, her tail swaying like a pendulum behind her.
It was only a matter of time before she notice him standing there too.
"Jack!"
Ryan’s voice cracked through the chaos, ragged with pain. Jack spun, eyes wide. His friend lay pinned beneath one of the tanks, its massive hull flipped and skewed, smoke curling from its twisted frame. The steel monster had landed hard, sliding across the battlefield before finally settling directly on Ryan’s legs. Jack immediately ran to aid his friend. The faint, metallic scent of blood filled the air alongside the screams of the wounded and those who ran witout stopping to help those in need.
"I’m here! I’m here! It’s okay!"
The young soldier strained against the wreckage, face contorted with pain, arms trembling as he tried to lift the weight crushing him. His rifle lay discarded in the dirt, forgotten. Blood stained the ground beneath the tank's edge. It came from either from a crew member or Ryan, it didn’t mattered at the moment. All Jack wanted is to free Ryan and carry him out of this hell.
He grabbed Ryan under the arms, yanking, pulling with every ounce of strength he had. but Ryan didn’t budge. His leg were pinned tight.
"Come on! Come on!"
Jack hissed through gritted teeth, yanking again. Ryan’s face contorted, a mixture of pain and helpless frustration.
"It’s no use. Go! "
But he couldn't just leave his friend behind like that.
"I’m not leaving you here!"
The ground shook violently beneath them. The shadow fell across both of them like a curtain descending on the final act. Jack’s head snapped upward, dread coiling around his ribs like barbed wire. The horse came for them without noticing it. Her gaze narrowed, lips curling in the faintest grimace of disdain. Jack’s stomach twisted as he looked from Ryan to the mare. His friend trapped, the beast looming, no time to run, no way to fight.
The hoof lifted.
Vast and inevitable.
"Jack! MOVE!"
The hoof came down.
The impact was seismic. The tank crumpled beneath the colossal weight. metal shrieking as it imploded under the immense pressure. Jack was flung backward by the sheer force, like a leaf in the wind. Dirt and debris pelted him midair, his vision tumbling end over end as the world spun wildly. He hit the ground hard, pain lancing through his skull. The sounds of battle warped, fading behind a dull roar filling his ears. The towering silhouette of the mare loomed overhead. Gold flashing, muscles rippling, mane sway slightly.
Everything went black.
Slowly, the darkness lifted, and light stabbed at Jack’s eyes. He blinked, seeing the sky veiled by the same fog as before. His body still reeling from what had just happened. The world spun in hazy blurs as a sharp wave of pain surged from the back of his skull, radiating down his spine.
"Ahhh—"
He gasped, sucking in a lungful of dust-choked air as his nerves screamed. He had fallen.
Hard.
The ground beneath him was cracked, littered with broken steel and other kind of equipment. Groaning, he rolled onto his side. He staggered upright, legs buckling briefly before locking. His limbs were stiff and slow to obey, like they belonged to someone else.But when he finally stood and looked around.
Dead silence.
No screams. No gunfire. No engines. No rumbling footsteps. Just the screaming silence. He was completely alone.
The rumbles started again out of nothing. Jack immediately recognized what it meant. His heart pounded. Sweat flowing down on his body.
The monster had returned.
He looked into the direction of the forest and seen the horse walking alongside the edge of the forest. Almost like patroling. After some distance, on the edge of the woods, the horse came to a halt. Jack’s heart stopped when the giant turned its head into his direction.
How could this be?
He was so small and far, yet she still noticed his presence even at this distance. Not time to think. the yound soldiers started running. Away from the monster what killed an entire column of soldiers and war machines.
The rumbles started again.
Jack looked back and his worst thought came into reality.
The horse followed him. Each step louder and heavier.
It moved with an eerie gaze for something so impossibly large. Each hoofstep rumbled through the broken earth, yet her stride was measured and careful compared to the carnage he had witnessed before. The distance between the monster and the human quickly ran out. A shadow stretched slowly across the ruined plain before him. Jack’s stomach dropped. He turned, and there it was. A living wall of muscle and grey fur. A mountain that breathed.
The mare had returned.
Towering above him, the giant queen of war stood, her hulking frame blotting out the sun. Her chest rose and fell in slow, deliberate breaths, each exhale brought hot air like a furnace.
The young one started to reduce his pace. It was hopeless. The window of escape from the incarnate of death slipped away while he slept.
Visions of his own death surged through his mind. Bones splintering, lungs collapsing, life ending beneath unrelenting weight.
His pulse thundered in his ears. Reflexively, he squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the final, obliterating impact. He wasn’t crushed.
At least, not yet.
Then came her voice.
Low.
Smooth.
Unshakably controlled.
It wasn’t just heard, it was felt, like thunder in his bones.
"I recognize you. You were about to save one of your fellow humans. Everyone else abandoned each other while you stayed."
Jack blinked. He could feel the words inside his chest, in his ribs. The sheer bass of her voice vibrated through him
Her massive head leaned in closer, casting his whole body into shade. Her warm breath rolled over him. The force of her exhale ruffled his hair, tugged at his clothing. Her nostrils flared, twin caverns wide enough for him to walk into, and she sniffed.A deep, reverberating inhale that pulled his weight forward slightly. Jack nearly lost his footing. The sheer suction of her breath made almost dragged him foward. His knees buckled, and he dropped on his rear, staring up at her.
He was trembling.
Breathless.
Speechless.
Her unblinking gaze took all rational thought.
"These lands are treacherous so you will come with me, no excuses. I made up my mind when I saw you. Now stay still while I pick you up."
He gaped at her, too stunned to comprehend what she’d just said. Jack couldn’t respond. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. All he could do was watch. Jack blinked, confused for a heartbeat. Then he felt it.
Magic.
A low hum built in the air. Pressure thickened around his chest, then his whole body. His feet left the ground. Invisible force wrapped around him, gentle but inescapable. He floated slowly upward, helplessly drawn toward her eyes as she lifted her head back into the sky. Jack looked down at the ruins below, the wreckage of machines and men alike.
He was the last remaining.
She moved with an eerie grace for something so impossibly large. Her dark eyes, regarded him not with hatred, but curiosity. And then she spoke again, quieter this time.
"What is your name, little one?"
Almost like she cared about his fragile hearing what her "normal" thundering voice can shatter. Jack opened his mouth, but only a croak came out. He swallowed, tried again, and barely managed. His voice was hoarse. Small. It felt like whispering to a mountain.
"…. Jack."
A pause.
The great mare’s eyes softened.
"…. Jack."
She echoed, as if tasting the word.
"You may call me the Queen, Queen of the Forest."
Simple, but the weight of it settled deep in his bones. Not a name, a title. Spoken with the serene certainty of a being who owned this piece of land of his country. The towering mare, regal even without ornament, did not need to convince him of what she was.
He already knew.
"Hold on to my mane while you place your legs against the gold on my head."
And with that, Jack started to float slowly, as though some unseen hand was guiding him precisely where she wanted him to be. Her voice rumbled like distant thunder, but there was a strange gentleness to it now. Not just command, an invitation.
Then his hands sank into the strands. Thick as ropes, but soft as old velvet. His legs brushed gently against the broad plate of gold across her forehead. The heat from her body rose up through him. The pulse of her blood hummed below. The breath she drew shifted his weight slightly, as if the entire world were taking a deep breath beneath him.
"Hold tight, little Jack. The forest doesn’t like to be kept waiting."
And with the earth-shaking sound of hooves beginning to move again, she carried him toward the trees. Each step a tremor, each breath a spell. He clung to her mane, legs firm against her golden jewelry and said nothing.
What could he say? He was riding the Queen of the Forest. And she had chosen him. She had butchered so many of his fellow comrades. And yet, she choose to spare him. Only him out of the hundreds. Men he’d known. Men who had marched beside him for days. Men whose lives had been ended without hesitation beneath her step or within her gut. There had been no mercy.
She carried herself like a sovereign. The horse didn’t speak again. There was no need. Every part of her presence said what words never could:
This is my forest.
My rule is absolute.
The truth settled heavy on his shoulders. Whatever life Jack had before, whatever purpose, loyalty, or nation he thought he belonged to, it had crumbled behind him in a battlefield soaked in blood and silence.
THe forest came fast. Nobody has entered or came out of that are alive. It swallowed them whole. And Now Jack was about to see what lurks in its depths.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Nomad15
On february 17, the year of the horse will come. So I thought, why not go for it?
