Outbreak

First time making a green or whatever but your Outbreak prompt seemed too good to resist

>DAY 1

>Be /k/ommrade
>Have friends all over the fucking place, you tend not to be too critical of others
>On your discord you have a couple furfags, a shit load of gaming losers and of course, that one Brony friend
>The horsefucker mostly keeps to itself, but at least hes good at seige
>Be playing with the squad and the horsefucker one night
>We be killing it, but slowly through the night our performance goes to the shitter
>We all know who is dropping all the slack
>Apparently Horsefucker is wrapped up in some pony bullshit
>whygod.jpeg
>Over the mic I tell him man to man, “Get off your fucking fagboard, you are ruining this game.”
>He says yeah yeah
>We continue playing
>Not even 5 minutes later Horsefucker goes afk
>He isn’t even in the VC anymore
>I am going to fucking burst a vein
>I text him telling him to get the fuck back on
>He just replies with “ITS HAPPENING”
>Retard horsefuckers
>Just kick him and continue for the rest of the night with a rando
>We do pretty good, and since Its the weekend I pour myself some bourbon as a reward
>You gotta enjoy the finer things in life
>Check my text messages again
>Horsefucker has spammed me with random letters for some reason
>”UIIASNMAOPOMUUY JHHASSPPPEENING”
>What a tard
>Decide its better to stay away from your circle of rejects for a while
>Hop on over to your couch and turn on the news
>You know its kinda boomer shit, but you do enjoy watching the liberals get roasted on fox all the time
>The sexy newscaster is bitching about some weird shit
>You just sorta zone out
>The bourbon is really good
>Fox is going on about some kinda plot from President Sanders about turning the population docile and gay
>implying the population isn’t already nothing but docile queers
>Right then a picture comes up
>Its legit as fucked up as some of the worst shit on liveleak
>Looks like someone was split in half
>Their jaw is just completely gone, as is the front of their chest and neck
>Some aliens type shit
>Put down the glass, pick up the remote, crank the volume
>”-urst from the victims abdomen and proceded to assault the nearest pedestrian before flying out of sight of witnesses. Two other reports have recently come in from Chicago, along with a third from Wisconsin. Recent posts online seem to imply these are simply the most recent of perhaps hundreds of incidents. These mysterious deaths are currently being investigated by state offica-”
>Holy shit its genuine alien shit
>You live in Indianapolis
>Not even 3 hours from Chicago
>All of the apocalypse plans you have been building for the last ten years of your life, all the way back since middle school, all of those plans crystallize in your mind
>When the power grid goes out you can go and loot all of your neighbors. All of them are libcucked “A gun in the household is the most dangerous thing” types
>You can probably overpower the dad of that sexy high schooler
>rape
>You leave the news on as your jump to your gun closet
>Mosin, AR, Like half a dozen Glocks
>Run upstairs and grab the revolver from underneath your pillow
>Jump on discord to contact your other Indiana friends
>You will have the best raider group
>Before you can send a message you see the picture in general chat
>It’s a corpse, blown wide open
>You recognize that room
>The pony body pillow gives it away
>RIP Horsefucker
>Wait, who is holding the fucking camera in that picture?
>You see *Sunrise Flourish* typing in textchat
>Horsefucker un-RIP?
>Another picture is posted by Horsefucker
>Its a god damn pony staring at the camera, gore and viscera still hanging off it’s frame
>”It didn’t even hurt that much! And I look just like my OC. Also don’t bother trying to type with hooves just use the speech to text option if you have a phone”
>Oh sweet Jesus no
>Text Horsefucker
>”Is this a fuckign Joke?”
>You wait a fair bit, glancing back at the TV, hoping to see some evidence that this isn’t a god damn pony invasion
>Horsefucker texts back
>”Can you believe it I am so happy I just knew celestia would grant me this one day”
>Holy shit its off the deep end
>It is happy about this for fuck sake
>Its like being happy to be a zombie
>Or a target down range
>”You better cut that shit out right the fuck now or I swear to god i will make you regret losing your humanity. The Anon I know would never give up his god given form”
>You silently pray that Horsefucker knows how fucked up this is and is just playing a cruel joke
>He texts back
>”My name is Sunrise Flourish now, and I am the same pony i was before, just in a different packa-”
>You turn off your phone and legitimately cry for a little bit
>You always knew the ponyfags were degenerates but you never expected them to genuinely be species traitors
>Just then you realize in horror
>Horsefucker knows your address
>Oh god, what if its conspiring with other pony monstrosities to come after you
>Oh god oh god oh god
>Rush outside for just a minute, grabbing some spare lumber from your backyard
>Hammer and nails too
>Before you board up your house to keep the fucking beasts out, you think you have enough time for an emergency supplies run
>Most of the normies won’t be listening too much to the news and you doubt many of them have the common sense to do any prep
>On the drive to the Grocery store you keep your eyes open for any of those fucking things
>None so far
>You guess the infestation hasn’t run that far
>Or maybe its already taken over invasion of the body snatchers style
>You never watched any ponyshit but you remember Horsefucker talking about Changeling type things
>Its possible all these people are just Skinwalking ponies, ready to pounce on any remaining humans
>You try to dismiss the thought
>If that were true then the war is already lost
>At the store you get like twenty cans of chili and beef soup
>Ponies are vegans right?
>The more meat the better then, Western civilization was built on meat
>You would rather die than eat something that didn’t result from the slaughtering of an animal
>On the car ride back, you can’t get that skinwalking theory out of your head
>You see a couple people looking at you on the sidewalk
>It would be so easy
>Just nudge the wheel a little to the right
>No
>Not yet
>Not while there was a chance that they were still human
>However unlikely that may be
>Get home and blast the news again while hammering boards over your door and windows
>You have seen and read too many apocalypse stories to know that the unprepared are the ones to go first
>Spend the night checking updates on social media and staying glued to fox
>More *incidents* occur every hour
>People fucking exploding out ponies
>You keep tabs on Horsefucker too
>Keep your enemies closer
>It looks like It has grouped up with a mob of other beasts and are running around species raping humans
>TFW it was the bronies who killed us in the end
>With your windows and doors all locked and boarded up, there is no way for a beast to get in there
>All safe and cozy
>You make yourself some spaghetti and meatballs with the last of the ground beef in your fridge
>Its pretty good
>You fall asleep clutching your Mosin, her curves easing any remaining anxieties and worries
>No matter what you still had natasha
>Your little girl loved it when you pulled her trigger
>You made sure to take her to the range at least twice a month
>The AR is a tool, but Natasha is poetry in motion
>You wonder how many ponies she will fell
DAY 2
>You wake up to the shouting of a newscaster
>During the night apparently the country started to finally get the gravity of the situation
>Four thousand reported deaths in the last 8 hours
>A state of emergency is being called
>Good that you got the supplies yesterday
>You open up your phone to spy on the Horsefucker
>Pictures of it with at least thirty others, all surrounding a campfire
>They are cuddling and being gay as shit
>You think the one scooted next to what used to be Horsefucker is a male
>He seems to be rubbing his face all into Horsefucker’s hair
>Or mane
>whatever
>You always knew he was a faggot
>Sad to see that he will not only abandon his species, but any semblance of dignity
>You belong on a cross.png
>Apparently they are gonna meet up with another “herd” from New York and start to work their way west
>Major panic
>Clutching Natasha
>Minor panic
>Eat the left over spaghetti
>Pretty good
>Fox is doing a big covering of the event, so you just cuddle up with the raifu and relax
>Halfway through the day you hear sirens outside
>Lots of sirens
>You try to ignore them and just blast some music
>You can’t help but sing alot to the sweet serenade of the greatest band in the world
>”BACK IN BLACK I hit the sack with the moves and things hashback coming black in the back BACK IN BLACK dun dun dun dun dun BACK IN BLACK dun dun dun dun dun BACK IN BLACK I SAY BACK IN BLAAAAAACK dun dun”
>Never were much of a singer
>You check back in on the enemy
>Horsefucker and it’s swarm is already half way to Baltimore
>You can’t tell the size of the swarm from the recent pics but you can guess that their numbers have increased
>Its ok though
>Your bullets will outnumber them ten to one
>They may work their way through the west coast, but you will halt them at indianapolis
>This is the line that will never be crossed
>Not until they pay for every inch with a corpse
>You play air guitar and masturbate, both with natasha, for the entire day
>As you fall asleep you think you can hear Hooves outside
DAY 3

>The news has gone completely insane upon realizing the aponycalypse is taking place
>Apparently New York Massachusetts are more Pony than human now
>The beasts work fast
>You spend today peeking out from your windows
>There are so few cars in sight
>Maybe an evacuation has already taken place
>Fools
>Running will never solve a problem
>Pussy footing like this is why we lost Iraq
>You have to stand up to your problems and shoot them until they stop moving
>The only people still walking around are a couple thugs
>One of them has some colour in their hair
>Its so fucking bright, just like those ponies
>You take the shot and blow the skinwalker’s head off
>”what did you feel?” you whisper to yourself
>”The recoil”
>Chuckles
>The roaches scatter
>One pony down, a million to go
>You make some of the canned Chili tonight
>You can’t help but see the meat in your head as gore harvested from one of those beasts
>You suppose when you get close to running out you will have to go on hunting trips
>Might as well get acclimated to the idea early on
>The news reports are getting more and more quality
>They have people coming on explaining the week points of the ponies, where to aim, what calibers are best
>God bless america
>None of your woke friends have responded to your messages
>You hope the beasts haven’t gotten to them already
>You venture through the SJW infested dregs of the mainstream media sites to get a better idea of whats happening
>On twitter there is a trending hashtag, #PonyFirst
>A bunch of shaky selfies of those beasts and broken typing about how happy they are
>You feel bile rising from your stomach
>On 4chan every fucking board is being spammed with ponyshit
>You spend a few hours spamming antipony on your home board
>It seems you are managing to stay the hordes of pony posting
>Faith in /k/ restored
>You check up on Horsefucker
>It’s swarm has started their western treck
>They are camped outside of york
>There is a video posted of them all singing some kids song
>Fucking degenerates
>You kinda wish you hadn’t nailed your front door shut so you could clean up the skinwalker off your sidewalk
>You sleep that night a little better
DAY 7

>You heard the helicopters buzzing the neighboorhood in the morning
>They had speakers or something on them blasting out an evacuation warning on loop
>The ponies were apparently only a day or two away
>Apart from the helicopters, the world has grown silent
>The power was cut off earlier last night
>The final news report you saw was a bunch of politicians trying to argue why we should try diplomacy with the hordes of ponies
>You have been following along though, you know there is no leader, no state to send diplomats too
>This is a plague
>It would be like sending an armistice to the black death
>You are getting really tired of eating chili
>You ran your bathtub and faucets for as long as you could, filling up anything you could with water
>You don’t know when the water will be shut off as well
>You are prepared for the long haul
>No one knows you are even here
>The wide open streets will be a shooting gallery once the ponies get here
>Your dad used to take you on hunting trips
>You remember killing your first deer
>You cried for hours
>Your dad slapped you around and explained they were brainless and basically just insects
>Pigeons at best
>No higher reasoning
>No logic
>Just base instinct
>These ponies remind you of a locust swarm
>Apparently some of them can even fly
>The higher they are the farther they fall
>DAY 9
>The noise started around noon
>A constant, droning thunder
>You can feel it in the ground
>You don’t have to guess what it is
>Not a single pony is visible yet
>But their hooves
>My god their hooves are audible even from miles away
>The sounds grows larger but not closer
>They must be camping outside the city, waiting to grow their numbers so they can swarm over the streets in one swift movement
>You use the last of your phone charge to look up some human porn
>Dem titties
>You kiss and nuzzle Natasha once the battery runs out
>Her ass is thicc
>It fits so nicely against your shoulder
>When the locusts come you and her will be a good team

>DAY 10
>The ponies aren’t here yet
>Their fucking noise is deafening, but they are nowhere in sight
>You spend the day screaming at the horizon
>You know they can hear you
>DAY 12
>They are much brighter than you thought. Some of them have wings, other have horns
>Some show their true nature as demons, fangs and leather wings
>You wonder if they bleed like actual living things
>You are going to take your first shot at one of the flying ones
>It will alert them to your position
>So you need to make this first kill count
>You take natasha up to your attic
>You spot the prey
>It has wings, and jet black hair
>It’s coat is a light cyan, maybe blue? It is hard to tell in this light
>Once that thing was human
>Now it is a crime against god
>If it’s soul is still ensared within that flesh prison you pray that you are releasing it
>”See you in hell”
>The shot cracks through the sky and finds it’s target
>The thing immediately plummets
>It lands on the road with a hefty slap
>You must have caught it’s wing
>You can hear it’s pained mewlings all the way in your attic
>It sounds female
>You fire a second shot, and the sound stops
>The ponies around in the street seem confused, a few of them realize the danger and immediately run
>You can’t outrun my bullets
>Natasha launches lead into three more of the ground bound ones, you don’t bother follow up shots, you can finish them off once you have a good amount of them on the ground
>The ponies scatter, screaming and in fear
>Once the street is empty of upright beasts, you take aim at a winged on in the distance
>You watch as the pony violently drops behind the houses
>The sky clears seconds later and you take the opportunity to finish off the beasts still alive in your street
>You giggle a bit as they are powerless to stop you as slowly they watch each other be picked off by you
>When night comes you quickly pull down the boards around your door and retrieve a few of their corpses
>Good eating
>You make sure to board the door back up
>Their coat’s are really soft
>Would make a good pelt
>You always did like the *Fur trader look*

DAY 13
>The Ponies have tried their best to stay away from your house
>The fuckers must have communicated that there is still a human here
>You spend the day taking pot shots from your attic and sampling Pony-chili
>It tastes pretty good
>Meat is really tender
DAY 16
>You get up in the morning to see a single pony standing in your front yard, staring at your house
>You grab Natasha and quickly loose a shot at the arrogant little bitch
>The Bullet bounces off of a bubble that appears around her
>wtf
>You take another shot and it just ricochets into one of your neighbor's houses
>You pull out your AR and unload a clip into the pony
>Half way through the clip, it’s shield breaks and the pony is shot full of half a magazine of 5.56
>It falls over
>You can’t help but yell out at the ponies you know are watching
>”HUMANITY FOR THE WIN YOU FUCKING ONE TOED DOGS”
>Looks like the horny ones can deflect moderate to light amounts of gunfire
>But you can brute force them to death with just a little determination and an application of human supremacy
>You unboard, retrieve its body, then reboard the door
>No pony even tries to stop you
>You could feel their soulless eyes on you as you pulled the cunt’s body inside
>When inside you take an explorative look under her tail
>The pussy looks relatively undamaged
>You can’t imagine anything more alpha that what shoots through your head, so you just say fuck it and rape her corpse
>Still warm

DAY 18
>The Ponies have been avoiding you, but you can still hear them out there
>You wanna go hunting, but not before you finish your outfit
>Sewing is really difficult
>But so worth it
>You Have already made a hat out of the scalps and coat’s of the first couple of kills, but you want to get a jacket of largely a uniform colour, which means finding a specimen with very few bullet holes
>Like you said, you really wanna go hunting
>A clean one shot kill means a fine addition to your wardrobe
>And more Chili
DAY 19
>You set out into the city just before the sun rises
>You are going nomad for a bit
>At least until you have a good coat
>In a little over two weeks the city has been reduced to a ghost town.
>It takes you half an hour of walking until you hear anything
>Clopping in a nearby building
>One or maybe two ponies must be pacing around
>Perfect
>You crouch low to the ground and scurry inside of the building's front door
>It is dark without the lights on and you hit your shins on something you can’t see
>You do your best to keep quiet in despite of your clumsiness
>You open a door and peek inside
>There is a campfire which has been reduced to ash, around which dozens of ponies sit cuddled against each other, laying on top of eachother, squirming about
>Like a clutch of cockroaches
>There are two guard ponies circling the group and looking out the window
>It looks like they didn’t spot you
>You pull out your Natasha
>Neither of the guards are the horned beasts so this should be a fucking piece of cake
>You fire once and before the other guard has time to understand whats happening you send a second bullet into his skull
>The noise obviously wakes up the entire room, but the ponies are quite a bit smaller than you and you just finished killing their guards.
>They all shrink back from you in horror
>A couple of the smaller ones begin to cry
>You start to scream
>You gotta make this good
>This is a war not only of bodies, but of fear
>Start waving your guns around as you scream, helping the brainless fucks understand what you want them to do
>”GET THE FUCK BACK AGAINST THE WALL ALL OF THE THINGS WHICH USED TO BE HUMAN AND WORTHY OF LIFE AND HAVE SINCE FORFIET THEIR DIGNITY AND THEIR SOULS”
>Your voice is already going a bit *hoarse*
>You point to about a third of the beasts
>”YOU MOVE INTO THAT CORNER”
>You point to the another rough third of the ponies
>”YOU ALL GET THE FUCKIN IN THAT CORNER”
>You then unload your AR into the remaining third
>The ponies not ridden with bullets all quiver in fear
>You clear your throat and reload your AR
>There are tears in all of the pony’s eyes
>Disgusting how they attempt to copy genuine human emotion
>You hold your rifle steady, alternating your target between the two remaining groups of ponies
>”PICK ONE OF YOUR OWN AS AN OFFERING, THE GROUP WHO DOES IT FIRST GETS TO LIVE”
>There is a panicked silence before the rooms erupt into begging
>They all just lower themselves to you and beg for mercy
>No mercy for insects
>You wait roughly twenty seconds before shooting into the left and right crowd once each, each time catching a pony’s leg
>”FOR EVERY TEN SECONDS I GO WITHOUT AN OFFERING YOU BOTH GET ANOTHER BULLET”
>A white and yellow girl-pony steps forward from the right group
>In a convincing imitation of human speech, it says “I will be your offering, there is no need to hurt anypony else”
>You unload your AR into the other group of ponies
>The final third is lucky, they will get to live and spread news of your actions
>Let them come
>You grab your offering by the hair, mane, w/e
>You undress and force your cock into her, you can feel her buckle and wheeze as you do
>She is crying uncontrollably but that just makes you happier
>Nothing better than a beast in pain
>Once you cum inside her cunt, you shoot her in the back of the head
>Then you laugh and tell the final third of the ponies to run off
>As they run in terror out of the building you kneecap one of them with a shot, and then you kill the one who stops to try and help that one
>You laugh
>The Offering’s coat is relatively untouched
>Looks like you got a new jacket
Day 24
>You can see them in the distance
>You have retaken half of the city
>Those things are too afraid to come here
>This is now ANONLAND
>The holy homeland of humanity
>The beasts often appear on the horizon
>They are watching me
>Let them
>I have become a god
>Draped in the pelts of the inhuman
>I eat ponies
>Its fucking incredible
DAY 30
>No ponies have appeared for a couple days
>Anonland is safe and secure
>Starting to scavenge seriously now that the pony meat is going bad

DAY 32
>Hungry

DAY 33
>You ate some garbage out of the can
>You spent the day shooting at birds with your Natasha
>You ran out of bullets
>Plucking feathers out of a bird is fucking gross and difficult
>Your clothes are fucking stinking
>You suppose you didn’t clean all the flesh off of them

DAY 35
>You keep trying to kill the fucking birds, but you ran out of 7.62 and 5.56 a while ago
>Now you are stuck with just your glock
>Glocks are shit for hunting
>You are burning through ammo
>You are going to save at least a little in case the beasts come back
>You are getting hungry to for beast meat again
Day 40
>You Yelled at the horizon until your voice died
>Then you shot at the horizon
>Once your last shot rang out, you saw her
>She stayed in the glare of the sun but you know she is there, slowly flying closer and closer
>She knew you were out of bullets
>You aren’t afraid
>You can’t be killed
>You are the Pony fucker
>You are the fucking Pony killing
>You eat ponies
>Your mouth waters as your try your best to get a look at the horse flying towards you
>About two hundred meters above you she stop and starts to circle around you
>Fucking bird brain
>At first you think she is doing the buzzard thing, until you see the air around her start to form a little mist
>in no time at all a cloud has formed above you
>You yell at the smart ass cloud horse
>”YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART, I AM GOD I CAN FUCKING CLIMB UP THERE AND CUT YOUR WINGS OFF THEN WE WILL SEE WHO IS SO FUCKING SMART WEATHER CONTROLLY CUN-”
>You catch a glimpse of an impossibly bright flash, and lose consciousness

>You wake up feeling like death
>You can’t think
>You can’t see
>Everything is burning
>It all smells like the chemical residue of a firecracker
>You feel melty
>You pass back out from the pain
Day 41...42..?
>When you wake up, you are initially very confused
>You try to move and simply squirm around in your bonds
>Your neck fucking hurts
>You take a moment to just orient yourself
>You are above the ground, slightly bobbing up and down with your legs and arms bound by something
>You strain your neck to look up and see a fuzzy blue glow surrounding them
>Fuck
>Fuck fuck fuck
>You start to squirm and struggle to get a look at your surroundings
>It is really dark
>You can make out the silhouette of a pony next to you, a blue glow emanating from it’s horn
>You spit at the beast
>It whips its head and stares at you
>”I am going to take your hands for that” It coldly intones
>You feel a vice against your wrists suddenly
>You can’t help but scream out
>It keeps getting tight and tighter
>You pass out before she snaps your wrists clean through

Day 41… 43… 45..?
>You pass in and out of various states of awareness
>It doesn't matter
>Anonland is pony free and safe
>You are fine with being a martyr
>You killed so many of them
>And got a fair amount of pony pussy to boot
>Oo ra
>You can’t tell where you are
>Everything is so dark
>Everything hurts so bad
>The beasts
>You can’t stop thinking about how good they taste

>You stay in that darkness, slowly drying up, feeling your guts churn and begin to digest themselves
>You can’t tell where one day ends and another begins
>You can’t even tell where you stop and where you begin
>You keep reaching out to feel things with your hands
>Your stumps hurt like a bitch
DAY ???
>Blinding light
>You don’t even have the energy to shield your eyes
>You just shut your eyelids and bite your tongue to hold back any whimpers
>You feel the molesting grip of pony magic grab onto you
>You are pulled into the light, your limp body flopping around like a doll
>You can’t see anything through your scorched irises
>You hear something talking
>”-is the pony eater, he has k-”
>You black out again

>When you come to again you are still being held aloft by the magic
>You hear the voices again
>”The seed has been sown. We will have our retributed”
>That can’t be good
>Probably some forced tf
>No worries, its all ok
>No matter what they do they can’t hurt you as much as you hurt them
>You have won
>You feel magic tighten around your neck and you black out again

DAY ?????
>Your head aches
>Everything aches
>You vomit before you are fully awake
>Your guts are turned around
>You writhe in pain for hours
>Maybe days
DAY . . .

>wake up to the stinging of something slapping your face
>You wake and find yourself staring at a Unicorn, it's blue magic holding you up
>You spit at it again, hoping to get her to lash out at you and perhaps accidentally kill you
>She just smiles as she wipes your saliva off her coat
>"I want you to be aware of what is happening, so please don't interrupt me"
>You laugh
>The moment she opens her cunt mouth you start yelling obscenities at her
>You launch into retelling the story of how you raped that once pony in front of her child, but you are cut off when you feel a terrible pressure release against your throat
>You gasp for breath, but warm blood and sinew are all you get, sucked into your lungs
>you feel magic penetrate into your skull and into the heart of your being
>It grips you and chokes your every spec of being before settling into tiny reserves all around your body
>"Ponys, as I am sure you are unaware, are able to wield terribly strong magics if conducted through gemstones"
>Why is this bitch monologuing
>You feel more of your throat catch, blood spilling both out of the gaping wound in your neck and into your chest cavity
>"The most powerful gemstones are made with the flax of soul, built from the captured essence of a living thing"
>"Normally we ponies tend to bind souls such as that of a blade of grass, or a gnat, as the complexity of the soul is irrevelent. Most memories or feelings will be rendered out"
>"Normally we focus on joy or ecstasy or comfort as the primary feeling"
>"But for you"
>The unicorn chuckles
>"For the most despicable monster we have ever encountered, we will reduce you to nothing but a psyche filled with constant agony. You will be nothing but a continuous stream of pain, free from context or understanding. You will be nothing but the most absolute of agony, and as we are rendering you down into a soul gem, you will be immortal."
>The unicorn stops for a moment
>"So I am going to strip every spec of flesh from your body, then every nerve i will pluck away and singe, all while gripping and keeping your nervous system alive as I vivisect you"
>"You will eventually be nothing but a single point in space, defined completely by your suffering"
>"Lets begin"
>And with that the unicorn began to patiently and slowly tear you apart, a spec of flesh at a time
>You tried to scream out but it was first your blood clogged throat which halted your attempts, before she took your throat and mouth all together
>You could do nothing, not even express your pain beyond the bleaching of your mind into a searing white hot sea, featureless and perfect in its uniform and complete experience of suffering
>Time melts away as you reach an infinity
>You deserve this you sick fuck