>The movies always told you that humanity always wins in the end.
>Your scrappy, resourceful race has always shown its might in the face of great adversary.
>At least, that's what you were led to believe.
>This new alien race came in droves.
>They were diplomatic at first, but the threat of a larger, more powerful race inhabiting your world scared the more ignorant masses.
>Gunfire pierced the air that day, and you had front row seats to the inception of chaos.
>Their pleasant looks merely hid their destructive potential as entire buildings fell with a glow of the horned ones.
>These equine creatures, seemingly peaceful in nature, turned hostile in the blink of an eye as soon as one of their comrades sustained injury.
>You hid in the many rooms of the apartment complex you lived in, as people scattered into the streets.
>Judging by the horses' size, a few gallops is all that it took for them to catch up to anyone.
>The horses, or ponies as they referred to themselves captured them.
>The ponies without magic grabbed onto the scampering humans with their mouths.
>A few accidental tastes later, they had a hankering for human flesh.
>Spreading this knowledge among their ranks, any humans that put up a fight were immediately swallowed.
>The more submissive ones were taken hostage.
>Many ponies sported large, wobbling middles, often filled with at least one person.
>Some celebrated in this new-found source of food, some were disgusted by it.
>But all admitted to finding your flesh pleasurable to the oral touch.
>How did you know all this?
>Seems that most ponies forget to check under the bed.
>Many passing conversations went by you, as adrenaline pumped through your veins.
>Ready to run at a moment's notice.
>But you only eavesdropped on the loud conversations that went by your room.
>They seemed like quite pleasant creatures, if only you weren't their enemy.
>Or on the menu.
>You probably would have been friends with them in another lifetime.
>But for now, your instincts told you to survive at all costs.
>Having heard no commotion outside your bedroom in a while, you drag yourself out from under your bed.
>Dusting yourself off, you grab a few essentials for the blind trip.
>A bag, bottle of water, half-eaten bag of chips and a tin of bandages.
>Better than nothing.
>You stuff the meager amount of supplies into the bag before making your way out.
>Though your bag's straps fit securely over your shoulders, it cannot hold much.
>First priority will be finding a larger bag.
>Opening the door from your bedroom, you freeze in your tracks.
>A teal unicorn slept atop your couch, snoring gently into your cushions.
>The white highlights in her mane and tail gave her position away to you far more than anything else.
>Bright colors were a dead giveaway in the night.
>Seeing how the pony slept so peacefully, you slowly tip-toed your way out, keeping an eye on the unicorn.
>Her massive body rose with each breath she took, the sofa groaning with each inhale.
>The soft mumbling from its mouth revealed the unicorn to be female.
>The cute, little incoherent words that escaped her lips made your heart melt.
>If only she wasn't a 500ish pound creature that could eliminate you with a mere thought.
>Her hind leg twitches a bit and her ear swats at the air as you make your way past her.
>Seeing one of these ponies up close is much more different than seeing them from a window 2 floors up.
>A familiar peace fills you when observing her slumber.
>Try as you may, focusing on a quick but silent escape was difficult.
>The temptation to sneak under her soft, fuzzy underbelly crept into your mind.
>A steady warmth emanated from her, causing you to hesitate in your step.
>You pinch yourself, waking up from your delusion.
>This is no time to be thinking of comfort.
>Securing shelter should be your objective.
>As you reach for the door, a force stops you in your tracks.
>Your shoes are glued to the floor with a gentle glow.
>A single drop of sweat falls from your chin, as your eyes trail to your occupied couch.
>The mint unicorn stares at you with drowsy eyes, her golden irises piercing the shroud of night.
>Before you can formulate words, she speaks first.
>”Please... don't leave... for me?  I promise to keep you safe...”