>'SugarCube Corner. Closed until further notice.'
>The sign shines with a dim, fading light as your group walks past it.
>You couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness at the lack of energy the place normally had.
>The normal group of ponies running around, eating there sweets, and all around having a fun time... gone.
>It was depressing to be sure.
>However, it was to be expected after the "heat" spread across the land.
>All the affected ponies rushing to different towns and areas to find a new pony to fuck, Ponyville was virtually a ghost town now.
>Virtually being the key word in your situation though, some straggler ponies staying with the hopes of catching some poor fool who thought they were finally safe.
>With this thought kept firmly in your mind, silence pervaded throughout your group as you all headed towards your house.
>The "heat" has been around for months now and not many people had made it out unraped.
>As far as you are concerned, only Octavia, Derpy, and Trixie, your current group members, have made it out of this unscathed.
>There have been others, but they didn't last very long.
>Soccumbing to their own carnal desires or falling prey to another's, in the end they all fell.
>The thought brings a sense of gratitude throughout your mind since you actually -have- a group to help you tough out this entire mess.
>"Anon, how far away is your house?"
>Octavia's whisper hits your ear softly, yet still causes you to jolt in panic.
>The constant silence and paranoia have left your nerves severely frayed.
"Not much longer," you whisper back to her," It should be just over this hill."
>Just as you say this, the tip of your chimney peeks its crimson head over the horizon.
>When the "heat" had first begun all the ponies had rushed your house in a carnal driven rage.
>You were forced to flee, leaving all supplies and personal items behind.
>All you could grab was a wooden baseball bat to beat away anypony who managed to grab hold of you.
>Now you were back and it seemed most of the original invaders were gone.
>A good sign for sure, but you were still on the alert.
>Signaling for everyone to tread softly, you quietly proceed to the house.
>You reach the door with no problems, but pulling on the handle shows that it's locked.
"Shit!"
>The whispered yell startles your companions.
>"What's wrong?" they ask in cartoonish unison.
>You look to them for a second and shake your head.
>Moving over to the window next to your door, you draw your elbow back and smash it in.
>The sound of shattering glass rings into the sky for a few moments, followed by the shards sprinkling on the floor and ground beneath.
>The group looks at you with dumbfounded expressions, but you ignore them so you can focus on unlocking the door from the inside.
>The tumblers click softly.
>You push open the door with a sigh of relief.
"Nothing."
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"Report unusual behavior," you say as the group searches through your home.
>Trixie opens your fridge to find a large supply of unspoilable food.
>A devious smile crosses her face.
"Barricade your homes."
>Derpy opens your weapons locker to find an assortment of weapons for both far and near.
>Bats, bows, slingshots, darts, swords, and much more line the walls of the cubboard.
>Each weapon glints with its own form of deadliness.
>She nods her head in approval.
"Avoid all contact with infected individuals."
>Octavia looks over a map of the area, looking for the supposed safe points and routes.
>Seeing this from afar, Derpy grabs a small knife and brings it to Octavia.
>She places it down next to her, all the while holding a steel bat over her shoulder.
>Octavia nods her gratitude as Trixie walks over to you.
"Wait for official instructions."
>You crumple up the paper with a small chuckle.
>Throwing it to the side, you reach into a secret compartment in your dresser and pull out a specialized gun designed to shoot tranquilizer darts at high speed.
>An M16 on Earth, due to the lack of bullets in this world you modified it yourself to drop anypony/thing with only a few shots.
>Besides some of these ponies were you friends.
>It wouldn't do to kill them off like infected animals.
>...
"Wait my ass."
>Derpy turns around from the weapon locker, suited up to take an entire army.
>"Kill all sons-a-bitches," she strings and nocks her bow, "That's my official intructions."
>This whole thing really changed her.
>Then again who wouldn't it change.
>Grouping up at your back door, Derpy takes the lead and bucks the door open violently.
>The resulting crash alerts some of the remaining stragglers.
>They release inhumane screams and charge your group, the stallions members flopping haphazardly while the mares left a rather disturbing trail.
>Giving them no time, Derpy releases an arrow into a gray coated mare's side, dropping her immediatly.
>Beside her Trixie draws her bat across a stallions face with no sign of remorse.
>He flips in the air briefly before smashing against the unforgiving ground.
>He doesn't move again.
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>The dim moonlight does nothing to help your vision.
>Even still, you can see the stallion rearing up on his hind legs in an attempt to bring you down to the ground.
>And you can certainly see his gleaming member raised proud in an attempt to penetrate.
>A look of disgust upon your face, you place your M16 in your weak hand and smash your fist into the stallion's muzzle.
>Taken aback by the sudden action, he rears up higher before falling flat onto his back.
>Behind you Octavia looks at a young mare preparing to charge her.
>A glint of doubt crosses the musical mare's eyes, but she makes up her mind quickly.
>With a quick twirl of the blade, she embeds it deep into the other mare's spine.
>Blood sprouts freely from the wound as the mare falls with a blood-curling scream.
>A second passes and she falls silent.
>Meanwhile the stallion that you knocked to the ground looks at you with a slightly dazed expression.
>You look at him with more disgust for a few moments before gripping the M16 with both hands.
"This used to be a nice neighborhood!" you yell as you bash the stallion's head into the ground.
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>"Derpy? Do you hear that?"
>Derpy perks her ears for a second, not sure of what Trixie was talking about.
>On the alert now, she does a quick analysis of the street you all were running down.
>All that seems around are some carriages.
>Seeing only this Derpy shakes her head and looks to Trixie with a questioning gaze.
>They both stop for a moment and look at each other in confusion.
"Guys hurry up, we gotta go. They know where we are!"
>The two mares look to where you are briefly before deciding to follow, Derpy taking up the far rear.
>A few moments of ragged silence pass, the occasional infected moans and hoofsteps interluding throughout it.
>Then a chuckle sounds through the night, quiet and manaical.
>Derpy's ears perk up at the sound.
>She looks to Trixie, but the great mare is still proceeding foward.
>Another chuckle sounds out, this time louder and closer.
>Derpy begins to pick up her pace at the sound.
>The chuckle starts to increase in intesity as Derpy now begins to trot towards Trixie.
>A moment of silence passes by once more.
>"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe."
>The laugh is right behind her.
>Derpy turns around and almost faints where she stands.
>Behind her is a dirty yellow coat pony whose pink mane has frizzed and torn all around.
>Her tail is frayed with split ends wherever they could be found.
>Plastered on her face is a manaical smile that displays a form of insanity noone could possibly recover from.
>The worse of it was how she moved towards Derpy, a sort of jerking hopping motion that made her move around in leaps and bounds instead of steps.
>Her cutie mark, smeared with dirt and semen, looks like three butterflies.
>The manaical mare laughs as loud as she can and gambols toward Derpy with a purpose.
>Fear pervading through her heart, Derpy sheathes her bat and gallops toward Trixie.
>Resisting the urge to scream and alert anymore stragglers, she runs as fast as she can but Fluttershy stays hot on her tail.
>Bouncing off of the carriages lining the street, as well as anything off the ground, she keeps a faster pace than Derpy.
>All the while laughing her crazed laugh.
>At her pace it only takes a moment to catch up to Derpy.
>With a cheerful leap, she pounces on Derpy's back and wraps her hooves around the other's muzzle.
>Achieving a firm grasp despite Derpy's struggling, she begins to pull on Derpy's head while furiously humping it.
>Marejuice beginning to cover the entirety of her face, Derpy starts to stumble and falter in her gait.
>Pushing against Fluttershy's strong hold only proves fruitless, every step foward resulting only in two steps back.
>At the same time Fluttershy is also pushing her into the carriages around her to weaken her will.
>With a jerk and twist, Fluttershy smashes Derpy's head into a carriage beside them.
>Derpy's cross-eyes return for a moment in her daze, but the sound alerts Trixie ahead.
>With a jolt she turns around to see the yellow coat mare furiously humping her friend's head on the hood of a carriage.
>Wasting no time she raises her knife and prepares to throw, but Fluttershy looks over just as she was about to let the knife loose.
>The still-familiar face stuns Trixie for a moment, her previous determination destroyed in an instant.
>Her hoof begins to tremble as memories of Fluttershy flood her mind.
>A few moments of furious humping pass before Trixie shakes her head, her mind made.
>"Shit."
>The knife leaves her hoof, wobbling and spinning through the air.
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>Everyone in your group had fallen deathly silent rather suddenly.
>You had followed their lead, not underestimating the capability of your comrades ears.
>Its already saved you multiple times so far.
>Trixie, wielder of the lightsource, shines the light towards a pair of trees.
>You stare at the area intently, looking for whatever threat they had heard.
>All you see is a pair of mossy branches and an all-encompassing darkness resonating behind it.
>Next to you Trixie shakes her head, confirming that she saw nothing as well.
>The light goes back to the trail that you all were following.
>The Everfree Forest was always a place of fear and anxiousness for the surrounding ponies.
>It makes sense that they would be more paranoid here than anywhere else.
>You, on the other hand, have lived near this forest your entire Equestrian life.
>While you had not expected it to be this massive, your group having been it for days now, the forest held no fears for you.
>However you could admit to being a little on edge.
>When everything was right in the world, this forest used to buzz with the harmony of life.
>Birds tweeting, manticores roaring, wolfs howling, and the occasional Ursa romping about...
>Silence certainly doesn't suit this place.
>*snap*
>The slight sound breaks the silence like a gunshot.
>"What the hell is that?"
>Everyone looks over to where Octavia was staring.
>Trixie shines the light toward the area.
>Now covered in light, you see a small pool of murky swamp water.
>The water shimmers briefly.
>The light rises a little.
>"Hey watch out!"
>Derpy's warning is missed entirely.
>The mud covered stallion stumble-gallops at you with a horrid glint in his eyes.
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>Resisting the urge to throw-up, Octavia sits silently as a monstrosity of nature rises behind the log she is hiding behind.
>Beside her Derpy attempts to do the same thing.
>Slowly ascending is a horribly malnourished looking pony that is coughing and spewing semen from all of its orifices.
>The ''mares' skin is drawn back, wrapped tightly around the body to expose the outline of her ribs.
>Its eyes are constantly twitching left and right, looking around but probably not seeing anything.
>Its mouth hangs open wide, dislocated jaws making the lower lips hang unnaturally, to allow a steady stream of semen and blood to leak free.
>Only standing on two lanky legs, it twitches furiously as it tries to rise.
>Its front hooves claw out to an empty sky as it tries to find some sort of object to balance on, but it fails to even grab the log.
>"This is some gross shit we've gotten ourselves into."
>Derpy nods to Octavia, a fearful look in her eyes explaining why she doesn't speak.
>A few seconds past before the thing reaches its maximum height.
>Stumbling only briefly, it takes a single step toward the log in front of it.
>Then, reeling its arms back, she spits a steady stream of semen over the hidden mares heads.
>They do nothing but cover their heads in disgust and fear.
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>"Get back! Get back!"
>Octavia looses an arrow towards the crowd of zombies approaching.
>The tell-tale thud of a falling pony rings out.
>Your group had been running for the evacuation station when a horde attacked suddenly.
>Not having the time to waste, everyone only incapacitated or killed anypony directly in the way.
>However Derpy was still wounded by one of the infected, who tripped her in an attempt to subdue her.
>What the mare got instead was a cudgel to the face.
>You turn around and shoot a few darts into the group.
>Three of them fall, but the rest fail to falter.
>Beside you, Octavia runs by and signals that everyone has passed by.
>You turn around and see Trixie supporting Derpy to the door.
>Behind them Octavia is sending more arrows into the horde.
>More of the infected fall to the ground.
>The others continue their charge with no sign of stopping.
>It was time for you to move.
>Darts aren't really unlimited after all.
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>You take another turn onto the next flight of stairs.
>Each step was starting to become more forced as exhaustion began to creep into your bones.
>Octavia and Derpy were already far ahead, one having wings while the other had an unnaturally high endurance, but Trixie was still behind.
>It is to her that you complain.
"Who the hell puts an evac station...up thirty flights of goddamn stairs?"
>You grab onto the railing to catch your breath.
>Trixie trots past you, just as out of breathe but smiling.
>"Come on Anon. M-Maybe the chariot," she takes a deep breathe, "maybe it's made of chocolate."
>She continues up the stairs, trying to laugh while still breathing heavily.
>You shoot a smile at her but quickly grimace when you realize she's making a fat joke.
>Rolling your eyes, you continue to go up the stairs.
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>"Hey where is everybody? Hello!?"
>Derpy's calls echo into the daytime sky as you and Trixie open the door to the roof.
>You look around the roof, a hint of fear starting to enter your mind.
>All you see are two flares and some trash littered around.
>There were supposed to be evac chariots not... trash.
>"Okay, this is not happening."
>Ovtavia puts a hoof to her face and stares at the group.
>She looks as if she is trying to stay calm.
>That does not help your growing fear.
>"Anyone here."
>Derpy is walking around the small rooftop, repeating this call.
>Her denial of the situation is all to evident.
>But if that is the case then...
>"This is not happening. This is not happening."
>Trixie trots over to the edge of the roof and drops to the ground.
>She continues to take deep gulps of air as she stares at the ground.
>You run up next to her and look into the far distance.
>Your eyes go wide at the sight of the slowly shrinking chariots in the far distance.
>There were three of them, only two filled with passengers while the other is near empty.
>None of them look back for any stragglers.
"Aren't they supposed to be saving our asses?"
>Derpy and Octavia look into the far distance and see the chariots as well.
>Trixie takes one last gulp of air and raises her head ominously.
>"Looks like there has been a change of plans."
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>What started the fire is never determined, however it isn't really a priority to Derpy right now.
>She looks at the orange farm mare in front of her with nothing but fear.
>Applejack was never really friends with her, but she was still revered by the town.
>For her to be brought down so low...
>It was terrifying to say the least.
>'Killing her is not an option, but she could be a threat.'
>Anon's words ring clear in Derpy's mind as the two mares face-off.
>She had decided that Anon was right in both statement, but Applejack turned to be more threat than she had hoped for.
>With a howl of unparrelled fury, Applejack charges Derpy.
>The grey mare leaps into the air to dodge, but Applejack is faster.
>Grabbing the pegasus's hoof with her mouth, Applejack jerks her head and throws Derpy at the wall.
>She flies through it with no resistance, spreading cinders and ash in her wake.
>Derpy hits the ground hard, letting loose a groan of pain.
>She looks to the house where Applejack threw her from.
>The orange mare emerges from it with a smile, a sinister sight considering the wreckage behind her.
>She scrapes her hoof off the ground once.
>Then she charges at Derpy, lifting her off the ground and into the nearest tree, not breaking contact the entire time.
>A gasp of air leaves Derpy's lips as she loses her breath.
>Applejack smiles again and slides a hoof between Derpy's legs.
>Derpy swats the hoof away, but not before Applejack could touch her.
>A shiver of pleasure running down Applejack's spine, she backs up while holding Derpy.
>Unable to move due to Applejack's vice grip, Derpy yells to her hopefully still nearby companions.
>"She's got me!!"
>Applejack reaches between Derpy's leg again, but this time she also charges at the tree.
>Derpy smashes of the tree with a clearly audible groan.
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>All around the ponies were burning in the flames.
>The smell and sounds were horrid, but neccesary.
>Though even as the group watches, something worse comes from the flames.
>A white stallion emerges from the fire, his horn glowing with signs of magic.
>His entire body shimmers with a sort of aura as he walks through the flames with no problem.
>Behind him are more stallions going through the same process.
>You look at the group closer and realize with a jolt of fear that they are wearing the attire of the royal guard.
>The one in the lead wears the same attire as the others, but there seems to be more to it.
>A sort of regality in his walk, an extra shine to his armor.
>A more menacing look in his eyes as he stares at your group with a smile.
>The flames burning all around...yet his eyes still only spoke of rape.
>Not fear, nor concern, nor...the love one would expect from him.  
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>The group was approaching the elevator fast, a good thing considering all that followed them.
>Octavia and Trixie enter the elevator first, pressing the button for it to descend.
>You enter next, stopping at the door only briefly to shoot a few of the ponies nearby.
>Next was Derpy, but she had fallen behind by a few paces.
>You watch as she gallops to the open door, bashing a stallion in the face with her bat.
>He hits the ground directly in front of Derpy.
>She stumbles over him, giving a mare behind her the opportunity to attack.
>She reaches out to grab Derpy's flank, but is to slow.
>However she does catch Derpy's bat and brings it down with her.
>Instead of trying to retrieve her weapon, Derpy instead rushes toward the door.
>It begins to close just as she reaches it.
>She only gets one hoof in though.
>A horrid coughing sound rings out briefly before a white mare jumps from seemingly nowhere.
>Whipping her once beautiful mane around, a rope formulated of magic flies towards Derpy's front hoof.
>It wraps around it quickly and begins to drag her out the door.
>"Hey what the he--Aghh"
>The elevator doors stop closing as two stallions reach in and grab onto Derpy to pull her out.
>Seeing this Trixie quickly grabs the struggling mare's tail and tries to pull her back.
>The magic wraps itself tighter around Derpy and pulls with much more force.
>She's almost out the door before you take your gun and bash in the skulls of the stallions holding her.
>They fall back and out of the elevator shaft, giving Octavia a clear shot of Rarity.
>Whispering a soft apology, Octavia lets an arrow fly lose toward Rarity.
>It hits her right on the horn, not penetrating, but still strong enough to break the magic.
>Derpy falls inside ontop of Trixie as the magic loosens.
>Then, now that all obstructions are out of the way, the elevator doors finally close.
>
>A brief moment of silence passes as Derpy wipes the traces of magic off of her.
>She glances herself over once more then looks outside of the glass interior of the elevator shaft.
>"Holy shit!"
>You follow her gaze and almost repeat her exact words.
>Waiting at the bottom of the shaft is a horde of the horny technicolored infected ponies.
>Each one looks different in their own way and each one had the glint of rape all infected attained upon "changing".
>Looking closer you swear you can see a severely bloated Pinkie walking around as well.
>Shaking your head at the sight, you reach down and help Derpy to her hooves.
>She gives you a look of appreciation, before Octavia shoves a nine-iron into her face.
>Derpy looks at it with confusion for a second before taking it.
>"Hey, kill of sons-a-bitches right?"
>She smiles at Octavia repeating her own words back to her.
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>The number snaps to four with a ring.
>The fireworks blaze in the background of the stage you were all making your final stand on.
>Infected flooded the seats and stages much like the fans did when the original band first played here.
>Though now everyone is listening to a different song, the band playing different instruments.
>Nevertheless, you couldn't help but have fun despite the situation.
>Trixie taking her bat across some saps face who tried to climb on the stage.
>Octavia loosing arrows like a professional would on Earth.
>Derpy flying around to bash infected in the audience as well as on stage.
>Something about it felt so great.
>So when you took the oil cannister from the stage and threw it over the ponies you couldn't help but yell in joy.
"Yeaaaaaa!!"
>Seeing the canister, Trixie hits it with a blast of magic to ignite it.
>The resulting flash is glorious.
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>"I have not..."
>The number goes from four to three.
>The house was run down, but it was doing it's job well.
>Standing on the porch, you and your group fight off a massive horde coming from the forest.
>You shoot mercillesly into the crowd with your M16.
>Left and right, ponies fall under the stinging blow of your darts.
>And if it wasn't your darts then the cold steel of Derpy's bat.
>Even still, there were more infected coming then falling.
>Seeing the slowly worsening situation, Octavia grabs Trixie.
>"What are y--"
>Trixie's complaint is cut short by a swift slap on the rear.
>Then with a swipe of the hoof, Octavia lowers Trixie's head so that said mare's horn pointed at the infected.
>With a grim look of determination, Octavia begins to twist Trixie's tail like a minigun.
>Blasts of magic shoot from the unicorns horn towards the infected.
>Suddenly this looks winnable.
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>"...come this far..."
>The elevator number becomes a two.
>The carriages around you do nothing to halt the process of Bulk Biceps.
>In fact they seem to be helping him, each one being thrown aside or directly at the group.
>Even still you all hide behind one in order to dodge incoming debris.
>Debris that always seems to go directly at the head with uncanny accuracy.
>Octavia pokes her head out for a second and throws a knife at the Minotaur.
>He roars his rage and charges at her, but you jump from behind the carriage and get his attention.
>You fill him with all of the darts you can shoot, but he only slightly falters.
>In another fit of rage he throws a carriage at you, the uncanny accuracy forcing you to leap in order to dodge.
>You end up on the ground, your gun landing a few feet in front of you.
>Bulk smiles as he looms over you.
>His bulging cock stands proud, Bulk obviously aroused by your defeated form.
>A glint of fear crosses your eyes, but it's short-lived...luckily.
>Just as Bulk nears your body, Octavia looses an arrow that sticks into his head.
>He howls in pain and turns to Octavia.
>This results in him missing Derpy flying up next to him.
>With a full-power swing, she bashes the arrow with her bat.
>The arrow embeds intself deep into his skull, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground.
>He lays there and gazes at the sky, unseeing.
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>"...to die now."
>The elevator finally reaches the final floor.
>It rings like a chime once the number switches to one, much louder than the other four.
>Trixie levitates four bats around her head, a devious grin making its way to her face.
>Derpy unfurls her wings and starts to hover above everyone.
>In her hoofs is the nine-iron Octavia gave her.
>Beside them Octavia adjusts her quiver for easier access.
>Then she nocks two arrows into the bow and draws it.
>The elevator door opens with another ping.
>All the infected nearby snap their attention to the door.
>A few of them take a few tentative steps as they determine how fuckable the group is.
>In response you reload and cock your M16.
>Setting up for the perfect shot, you fire one dart into the crowd.
>The thud that comes from it starts hell.