Thread 49: Stories 1-15

Thread 49 archive: https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/20580492
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It was beautiful.

Not that the thing within her had any concept of beauty, of course, but 88 realized that if it could feel something approximating 'awe' or 'joy', that would be it. It was surprisingly basic, yet open with its desires. Spread, go here, do this, move that. Very plain, really.

She didn't mind when it started rooting through her memories, really. What, she asked, was it going to find? It held no judgement for any embarrassing missteps she might have done, it did not laugh at her pain, or feel sorrow at her failures. Oh no, it did nothing like that.

Instead, it merely searched for it's own needs. It had a problem, her mind normally had an answer. In this case, one of it's infected had been damaged, and it needed a way to fix it. If she had been her old self, perhaps she would have stared in wonder, in awe, of how it was able to use her shapechanging magic. It should not be surprising to her, really, that a thing so intoned with how to reshape bodies could so easily do so on a level she never could dream, but even in her dark little mind, she felt impressed.

Still, it continued to plow through her mind, searching for something else. A new problem had arrived, it seemed, and it sought answers.

But this particular time, it found something else. A memory flashed before her mind. A particular... memory...

"You are to go through this cave under Canterlot, and prepare for the invasion. Do this, I command."

...Her.

Her.

HERHERHERHERHERHER

THAT STUPID BITCH SENT HER DOWN THERE TO DIE AND THEN SHE DIDN'T EVEN... didn't even...

She didn't care...

None should care...

She didn't...

Wait.

It was... it was reacting.

C͘a̵̴n̶̶͞te͟͡r̢҉l̴͟o͜t̴̴

Oh.

...She did not feel happy, no, she did not care what this thing did or made her do, really. But some part of her... some small part...

Really hoped that bitch was still in the city.

Not that it mattered to her...
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 >Guard
"Guard two"
~~~~

>This is going well!

His companion just gave him a cold, dead look, before pumping his shotgun and firing at the creatures once again.

>I mean, in general.

"..."

>...So, uh, what do you think caused this?

"I'm betting corporation gone wrong."

>Really? Looks like alien something or other to me.

"Might be a mix of the two, corporation found an alien artifact and unleashed them."

>Naahhh, can't be. If that happened, they'd try to cover it up.

"How?"

>Oh, you know, bombs from the sky most... likely...

They both glanced nervously up, before resuming shooting at the things.

>No bombs, so... that's good.

"Yep. Good good good."

>Great, even.

"..."

>...Maybe its natural?

"I'm going to be honest, best zombies are always the ones you have no idea what the origin is."

>Really?

"Yeah, every explanation just sounds weird."

>You know, I can't argue that.

"...There are way too many zombies."

>And so many ways, too.

"You'd think we'd run out of ways to shoot them, eventually."

>We'll probably loop a couple times before we even notice.

"I guess."

Finally, their guns gave off the tell-tale 'CLICK!' and they knew they were fucked.

>...This was a lot cooler when it was in a book.

"Yyyeeeep."
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 >High Roller
"Blues"

"Here we are!"

The door to the cabin creaked open, allowing the blue earth pony to trot in, the chartreuse pegasus walking in behind.

"So here we are, I admit, it's not the Princess Suite but, y'know, it's home...well the home of a racist dead guy but home nonetheless."

>What is that smell?

"I have no idea and I'm not really inclined to figure it out, I figure some kind of raccoon died under the floorboards."

>Charming.

"Yeah, there's a reason I don't actually live here."

>I can imagine, now, my equipment?

"All set up in the bathroom. I uh...I don't think I want to know what you're about to do in there. There was all kinds of bottles of stuff that I didn't even know how to pronounce, stuff from Chineigh, Africanter, Shetland, the heck are you going to do in there?"

High Roller, who had been walking towards the door, stopped.

>What do you know about changelings?

"Uh...well, they're bugs, they can change shape, they're kind of a bunch of dickheads for invading us but..."

>It's so easy for them, is it not? Before your eyes they can become a different person, a different species. Makes you feel somewhat...impotent, does it not?

"I uh...I suppose so..."

>But allow me to assure you, Mr. Noteworthy, all one truly needs to change their identity...

He pushed open the door and smirked at what he found inside.

>Are a chemical cocktail, an extreme tolerance for pain, and an hour...give or take a few minutes.

He disappeared into the bathroom.

"...that guy is fucking creepy."

>I can hear you.

"Aw crap."
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 ~~~~~
“Sire!”

The king of the gryphon kingdom ignored his soldiers cries as his gaze remained outwards, watching the fires and the smoke, hearing the cries down below. Even from his perch atop his splendid castle, he could see them. The swarm of creatures that attacked his people, consumed them and turned them before his eyes.

“What... what madness is this...”

His chest coiled as he watched on. Every weapon his soldiers used against the monsters proved for naught. They could not pierce the skin, they could not clip the wings, they could not stop the beasts.

“Sire, we must get you to safety!”

Dulled, stunned eyes turned back to the soldier, even now bowing in reverence to his king.

“Where are my children?”

“They are already within the heart of your castle, sire, them and the Queen! But we must hurry!”

“Ah, of course... yes...”

He followed his elite guard, almost numbly. They prevented any from reaching him as they fled through the castle, one by one said group growing smaller with every turn, every bend, every unexpected surprise these things still had. But they would not let him fight, no. He was not allowed, of course. He must be protected, must be persevered.

Because, apparently, the dead were going to need to be lead in some capacity at this rate...

He was down to a mere two guards when they finally reached their destination, a massive room with two equally massive doors of solid steel to guard it. The Cathedral of Kings, as it was called. A room bigger than even the one that housed his throne, a dome of glorious, luminous metal and wonder. It held the tapestries and weapons of all those who had fallen before him in his great lineage, a thousand tales strewn about it. So many wonders within, it was no surprise it was by far the most heavily fortified area within the castle, a testament to the idea that even if the castle should fall, his legacy would live on.

But now, all it was, currently, was a big, mostly empty room.

His wife had been moved there, rushed from her hospital bed with as much care as they could spare. Beside her, there was but a single nurse tending to her, even as she ranted and demanded to be let free.

His two eldest had found there way here as well. Close together, of course, likely having found the other first before even attempting to find this place. They had no others with them, sadly.

And finally, of course, there was dear Siegfried. Stuffed away in a corner next to two very pretty looking things, but of course no soldiers. Or useful doctors. Or even just mundane looking subjects. Always living the life of his storybooks, that one.

“Is everyone alright?”

The response to his questions were as expected. His wife and daughter glared at him, Zephyrious cleared his throat and respectfully confirmed that he was, and his youngest just let out a loud, barking laugh.

“Dancing on rainbows, Papa! Woo! You should have seen them, there were, like, a billion of them coming out of the walls!”

His daughter rolled her eyes at him.

“I very much doubt that.”

“You don't know.”

“We do not have a billion subjects.”

“Like you counted them!”

“We have a thing called a census.”

He blinked owlishly at that, clearly having no idea what the words meant.

“Well, all I know is, there were too many.”

“You don't say.”

“No, really! I had four of these beautiful numbers when I started, but of course now I'm just down to two... which is terrible because they did not deserve that and we are all regretful for their losses.”

One of the maids just nodded in agreement, the other one just rolled her eyes.

“Speaking of, what's the situation here, we hunkering down?”

Zephyrious let out a sigh, regretfully nodding.

“That would be the best course of action.”

“Bummer... sooo... we sectioning off rooms? There a closet or something in here?”

His mother's eye began to twitch.

“I'm going to castrate him, I swear.”

“Hey now, I'm just thinking about the future here! At least I thought to bring someone, Zephyrious! Hilda!”

In unison, they slammed a claw to their faces.

“He really has no idea what's going on.”

“No, sister, he does, he just does not care.”

He rose up, offended.

“Hey, I'm just trying to look on the positive side! I mean, come on! This place is so heavily fortified, there's no way anything could get in here! And look at these two, look at them! We could... c-could...”

There, in that moment, that one moment when he stopped talking, they all knew they were doomed.

Every set of eyes turned to what he was staring at, the spot directly behind the two maids. One of the walls was glowing an odd, sickly green color, the metal giving off a noxious smell as the glow intensified.

Like ice left out in the sun, it melted away, and a long, chitinous looking tendril snapped forward, and grabbed hold of one the maids.

“NO!”

Siegfried tried to move forward to cut her free, but too late. Soon, the gryphon he had dubbed 'the tall one' was gone.

All around them, the same thing happened. A sudden glow, a sudden smell, and then the creatures spilled in.

As one, the family drew their weapons, and began to fight.

Zephyrious and Hilda were instantly close to the other, the elder wielding a massive blade and the sister holding a pair of small, deadly looking knives. They moved in near perfect sync, every flash of his blade matching perfectly with her knives flung out, the pair spinning and whirling around to constantly keep watch on the other's back. In the heat of it all, the king could not help but feel pride at the harmony with which his two eldest fought.

But his youngest... brash, outward, risky with his movements and strikes. He held skill, no doubt, but it was unrefined, more for showing off and looking good. Still, he could not deny it was effective.

But his wife, oh, his wife... how he wished the circumstances were different.

Normally, she quite favored the blade, but in this particular instance she had not the time to grab her favorite weapons, and instead had decided to make due with quite a large mace. Quite the show...

But still, even with their combined skill, they were losing.

One by one, their companions were picked off. The elite guard snatched first as they moved forward to protect the royal family. Then came poor Gwendolyn's nurse, a spindly little thing unable to protect herself. The only one left was the one remaining maid that his youngest had brought. One he defended with quite the vigor.

“LOOK OUT!”

But clearly, it wasn't enough.

Before the young looking gryphon could react, a positively massive diamond dog, easily as big as a manticore, burst through the melted walls. His son could only watch in horror, and defeat, as that things massive head swung down, and that pair of jaws clamped over the one he had fought so hard to protect.

“N-no...”

For a moment, the royals were silent, a twinge of defeat shooting though them at their ineffectiveness to protect a single of their subjects. It felt hopeless.

That twinge did not remain, however, in the face of what happened next.

“Damn you...”

The gryphon royals, as one, froze.

They watched as the creature gnawed on the handmaid, stunningly sharp looking teeth doing little more than scraping against her feathers. Two massive paws gripped her, visibly straining, but failing to so much as make her twitch.

“Damn you... damn you damn you damn you!”

A claw reached back, grabbing hold of the beast in a grip so tight it cried out and began flashing with fire to repair the damage. With a roar of fury, she spun.

And hurled that beast right out the ceiling.

Bird-like eyes stared in awe as the creature flew out, further, further and further away, until it was but a speck in the distance.

“Do you fuckers have any idea how long I spent on this...”

The various infected screeched in what might resemble rage, the horde turning it's attention from the winged monarchs and towards the one who so casually walked towards them.

“It took hours to look like this. Hours!”

Horror began to grip all five as she easily batted away those who charged her, a single swipe of her claw more than enough to down even the strongest among them.

“But no, you just had to go and fuck it all up! I finally find the one way I can enter into this stupid place, and you fucked it all up!”

She came to a stop in the middle of the room, contemptuously looking around at the hordes that tried to spill in.

“That pisses me off!”

The air left Gwendolyn's lungs at the flash of green that consumed the 'gryphon' before her, the heat coming off it nothing to the chill she felt down her spine as the thing she hated most in all this world emerged.

Chitania had arrived.

“Great Hawk! I was so going to hit that!”

Everyone, absolutely everyone, even the infected creatures, turned to the youngest prince.

“...I mean, not 'that' that, the- the you that was... she was the quiet one, you know?”

Awkwardly, he shuffled under their gaze.

“Well, not that it wouldn't be cool to-”

“Finish that sentence and you are disowned and will be cast out of my kingdom.”

The tone in his mother;s voice told him she was very, very serious.

The Chitinous Queen let out a dark chuckle, rolling her eyes before turning back to regard her fellow Queen. In turn, Gwendolyn shook with rage, pointedly brandishing her mace.

“Come now, we both know that might as well be tissue paper. There's nothing you can do to harm me.”

The Gryphon monarch did not respond with anything but a flinch.

The Titan let out another dark chortle, before abruptly devolving into a roar. With one swipe of her hoof, she cast back an entire wave of infected, the shockewave alone enough to send those as far back as the very end tumbling away almost comically.

“You might be right...”

Chitania paused at her tone, an almost mocking, excited one.

“I cannot hurt you... but I can at least have the satisfaction of watching that thing turn you into one of them!”

The other royals gasped in horror, but she just smiled on, eyes trained pointedly on the Titan's leg. Wearily, Chitania trailed her gaze down, down to where that Queen stared, down to...

To the red particles crawling all over that leg.

And yet...

Nothing else.

“Huh.”

With one slam of her hoof, they all fell away, leaving pristine chitin beneath. Experimentally, she stuck her hoof in some more of the red spores.

“Well, what do you know...”

Just like before, they were easily dispelled.

“That's pretty neat.”

Behind her, the gryphon Queen dropped her beak open in shock, her heart breaking at the sight. Even this... even this...

She could only watch as the monster soon resumed battering away the other monsters, not a care in the world as she crushed those so below her power level. Magic from unicorns, claws from manticores, it was all the same to her. Nothing. Without a care, she began to wade through the crowd, towards the exit they had created just beyond.

“Queen Chitania.”

His voice barely cut through her hawk-like ears, barely audible amidst the rush of blood swelling in her head. Her eyes snapped over just in time to see her eldest step forth, her daughter right behind him, close, but not too close.

“I thought you would be taller.”

The Changeling hesitated in her assault, offense plastered across her face.

“Merely a side effect of the title, I assure you. A name like “The Titan” makes me think of something much bigger.”

She sneered right back at his neutral face.

“I can show you bigger, if you'd like.”

“I would, actually.”

She hesitated once more, honestly surprised at his response. Still, there was a bit of a feral smirk on her face as she let the flames consume her once more.

All but Gwen watched in awe as she reached her Titanic size, now so large she only barely fit in the massive castle. So much so, in fact, her head had to be bowed ever so slightly to prevent her horn from renting deeper gashes in the ceiling above.

“Well, I certainly cannot deny your stature now.”

“Good. Glad we could settle that matter.”

She turned away once again, preparing to make a proper exit, when his voice called out to her.

“What did you come here for, by the by?”

Her eyes flickered back again, an amused look on them.

“Isn't it obvious?”

“No, actually, it is not. I thought you were planning to kill me and my kin, but now, even with a situation like this, you seem to have no interest in it.”

“Not really, no. You are annoying pests, but you're not worth my time.”

Gwen hissed, blades brandished once more, despite the keen awareness it would be as effective as a water balloon.

“Well, with that aside, and the fact I very much doubt you were trying to seduce my brother, why infiltrate my home, then?”

“Simple, really. I had been planning on stealing that poison that particular pest tried using on me.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. But, sadly, my cover was blown, as you so clearly can see, and to be honest it's not worth trying to find that formula amidst this, since that one has made her stance on how much of my head I can retain quite clear.”

“Well... what if I promised you that recipe?”

Both King and Queen turned on their child, aghast at his words.

“Zephyrious!”

“Have you gone mad!?”

Even his two siblings looked upon him with either complete disbelief, from his brother, or terrified uncertainty, such as with his sister.

Only Chitania remained unmoved.

“In exchange for what?”

“Simply put... you continue doing as you are now.”

A touch of confusion marred her face, but that was swiftly put aside when she realized she had been almost subconsciously swinging away this whole conversation, her massive size now having made it completely impossible for even the strongest below to move her, let alone make it past her. She did not even have to do more than a single flick to send them off.

“This is madness, son!”

“You would seek her, for protection!?”

He ignored his parents words as he moved forward, until he stood right beneath the massive beast.

“What say you? Every poison in our library, including the one used against you. I do not ask you to protect us directly, as I know that would be too much and to be frank, far too trusting of us towards one like yourself, but simply to remain here, in this kingdom. That is all.”

She mulled this over, seeming to fully consider such a proposition.

“And should this plague be defeated? Will you let me walk out of this kingdom after you hand over the formula?”

“Let you? Come now, Queen Chitania... I have no way to stop you from doing exactly that.”

“True, true...”

She considered his words, deftly slamming her hind hoof down to dispell another wave. Her mind fluttered as she thought over his every word.

“What is to stop you from betraying me at the end?”

“The fact you will quite easily kill me and destroy my entire kingdom, and I have no means to prevent it.”

“True, also very true, but what is to stop me from doing that right now?”

“Nothing, but you will have gained nothing but a dead gryphon and a smashed kingdom, still no better off than when you snuck in here.”

“True...”

She grew quiet after that, still thoughtful, still questioning...

Without another word, she turned away.

But she did not move to leave. Instead, she simply resumed swinging at any who attempted to enter, childs play to her in her massive state.

A long, long while past.

But she still did not leave.

“You've doomed us all.”

Zephyrious did not respond to his mothers words, neither the bitterness or the almost hate she had within it.

“You... fool.”

Hilda moved to his side, her uncertain claw gripping his arm.

“Are you sure about this, Zephyrious?”

“No, Hilda, I am not... not at all.”

He looked to her, and at last she could see the fear hidden in his eyes.

“But it is better than dying and becoming one of those things.”

She could not deny that, she acknowledged. She could do nothing, really.

Nothing but wait... and watch the beast before them.

Watch as she turned the things of nightmares into her playthings... and waited.
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 >Applejack
"???"
'The Bad Guy'

>Trees, ah love trees, ah love plantin' 'em, buckin' 'em, carin' for 'em, mah whole life is fulla fucking trees

The trees rustled approvingly in the breeze

>So how 'bout y'all let me go already?!

She returned to tussling in between the branches, trying to get free of the messy crash landing she had got herself into.

>Stupid window taunting me with freedom. Gah! Fuck it!

*SNAP CRACK THUMP*

>...Ow

At least no-one saw that embarrasing display, face first into the dirt with here hind sticking up-

"Niiiiiice"

>WHO SAID THAT?!

No-one but the trees surrounding her, though as she looked around she saw one with two hoes in it. That and said tree looked awfully fake for her tastes

>...Come on out, or else Ah'll have to break you out of there.

"Didja get my letter?"

>Burned them with the rest, whoever you are, and where didja get that peepin' hole?

"Oh man, I mean the burning letter thing is awful but the fact I gotcha reaaaally makes up for it, the guys will be real jealous, man it'll be great, all thanks to you!"

>Didn't even listen- And just how big is this group? Ya'll realise if y'all are tryna stalk a Princess, yer gonna yerselves a real bad day. Now just let me get back to mah office-

The rustling in the background had gotten awfully louder in their exchange, until they both turned to see...something, it fit the proportions of a unicorn the same way a sea lion fit the proportions of a sea gull, given how it was covered in horrid, pulsating red growths.

>...Uhhh, you okay there...fella?

'..sccccccccccCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!'

"It" spasmed and wailed at the two terrified on-lookers, throwing it's head around and stamping it's feet, urging itself to charge forwards.

It was dangerous, and Applejack had only a brief few seconds to plant herself into the ground and be ready for a fight, her horn sparking in unsure defiance

"Holy shit, are you actually gonna fight this thing?-

>Ah don't know what you are, who you is, and ah don't wanna hurt you, but you'd reeeeally want to turn around and git or else ah'll-

She was interrupted by the Thing's horn bursting with a sick beam of red matter onto the ground between the two, more growths festered where it landed and began to grow.

"Uhh"

>Yikes, hey listen, ya look like yer hurtin-

The unicorn Thing screeched again and fired another blast, this time to their right, it was trying to take aim, something resisting it.

Applejacks own magic found hold of a fallen log and brought it unsuredly to her face, magic faltering, no strong grip to throw it, let alone keep it in the air, she cursed her stupid priorities as she began to sweat from the simple exertion.

"I should reaaally get going no-"

'SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE'

Things moved in slow motion, the Things beam shot to their left, and arced towards them, Applejack saw it, the head swinging the horn directing the lightning-like beam, the way it came towards them, how her magic faltered out of terrible discipline to shock, how the idiot stallion; struggling to clamber out of the fibreglass tree, tried to get away from the advancing red ray-

No

Her flight took her right in front of him, leaving the beam to rake acorss her chest.

She crumpled to the ground, hearing fade to the sound of ringing and a distant heartbeat.

Spread

She dimly saw the stallion panic and take off, leaving his precious princess in the dirt, the red creature throw it's head back in primal triumph

S͢pr͘eád

She looked down and saw a horrid red growth start to S͢pr͘eád across her chest, her breathing ragged, shocked. The creature galloping past her, after more quarry.

>No...

Sp̏ͦͦr̋ͫ͌͛͘e̐ͦ̕ȃ̑͂̿̌ͧd

Her mind raced, terrified at this thing that was coming to fester on her. She could feel it reach inside her, Ŝͮ̅p̑ͩ͗r̢̓ea͛̽̀ͥ̂̔̂d̉̂̊̑͜ḯ̋͗n̴̉̿ͬg̒͊̊̉̄͆ from within. She tasted it in the back of her mouth, it tasted..like...like

Ŝͮ̅p̑ͩ͗r̢̓ea͛̽̀ͥ̂̔̂d̉̂̊̑

>Mushroom, you're a mushroom. Not a growth, not a beast, not some curse. You're a plant. How. How could you do this. You're not like other fungus. I know you; rot, mildew, damp, mould, but you're worse. Why.

It was in her mind, she could feel it, sitting there, growing and taking, corrupting, it was fighting her, wanting her, demanding her to-

S̞͗̍p̲̠̪̭̠̱͌̽̎̓r͉̺͇̦̀ͥ̐̏̓̚e̹äͧ̀͐͌͗d̛͖̱͇̅̎̂͛͐̌͆

>No. You're hurting us. You're hurting me. Stop it. Stop this. Stop the S̼͙͚̺ͭͤ̽p͎͓̯̓͑ṟ̖̹͍̝̟ͪ́͐̇ͅe̲͎̥̯̣̎a̩͓̻̯̣̬͍̎̽͐̐̑ͅd̝͕͙̋̄

S̼͙͚̺ͭͤ̽p͎͓̯̓͑ṟ̖̹͍̝̟ͪ́͐̇ͅe̲͎̥̯̣̎a̩͓̻̯̣̬͍̎̽͐̐̑ͅd̝͕͙̋̄

>Mushroom, fungus. Pest, leave me, I can't help you, please, it hurts. Every year, before this, the farm, mushrooms ate our trees from inside out, and then they died, please. Leave me.

S̳̟͙͚̟̙ͧ̓p̾ͤ́́r̝̥̟̂ͪ̚e͖͙̖̳͈ͩͪ̊ͩä̞͉̤ͣͣd͓͔͙̱͎̎͌̌̂ͨ̀ͭͬͭ!̮͙̺̣̭͈̳̥ͫ͊ͦ́͑̉͛̆

Her eyes had glazed over, the red taint spreading to her legs and neck now, but something slowed it, her body jerked and shook, red sparks flickered in and out of being across the clean areas; horn, hooves, eyes, untouched senses coming desperately to life. Trying to respond to this intruder.

>No. You won't. Please. You die. All fungus dies. It burns. It poisons. It wilts, You'll kill me with you. I've stopped mushrooms so many times, on the farm. I won't-

S̈ͬp͐rḛ̻ͨͨͨ̅͡͝ͅa̟͔ͮ̍̔ͫͭͭ̕͢͞d̺̝͓̗̣̜̜͖ͦ͐̉̽̄!͍̑̊ͥ

Her vision, her very thoughts clamoured with the order, enticing her, drawing her to it.

>Go away. You're not wanted. I know the land. You know nothing. You take. I make. You bind. I grow. You are nothing. You're a pest. Pests die. I don't die. You won't win. Go. Leave. Die!

Logical thought was breaking down in her, the fungus spread to her eyes, close to engulfing her. The sparks of magic failing to keep it away.

S̎̅͋̂͗̋ͣ̔͒̄P͒̎R̶̵̛͖̞̝͓̲͕͖̙̼̘̪͈͎͕͊̿̑̆͋͑ͩ͟͡ͅͅE̷̲̼̖̗̬̳̔ͧ̏̄̀̑̍̆̔ͤ̚̕͝ͅẢ̶̷̖̦̠̦̣̜̹̗̭̹̫̤̱͇͉̣͌͌̈́ͫ̓̋̈͂͌̊̈͊̇́͡Ḑ̮̤̯̲̘̖̰̭͖͓͚̹̱̞͈̦͊͋̿͆̃͗ͤͧ͂̇͘ͅͅ!͂ͩ̎ͣ̎͗̒ͧͪ̒́ͤ̏̓͛͏̛̥͓͕̥͔̺̞͓̟̹͕̥̱͇̝̘́͢͝

>GO!

A horrendous red light burst from her. Her horn, her hooves, her eyes. Magic happened, sending her into convulsions. Beneath her, grass grew and wilted, roots sprung, bloomed, died and began again, earthen insects teemed and extinguished in cycles. The force of beating the fungus back tore her mind, as though her fur and skin were being torn off. And she screamed.

>GOOOOO!

The fungus retreated from her extremities, crowns bursting into burning spores, growth flaking away, it was never beaten before, it always grew, always ensnared, not now.

The ringing subsided, the heart beat faded into the sounds of the forest. Her vision; and her mind, regained some sense of composure. Blinking for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she looked at where the fungus had been and-

Spread

...Please...No... please no...

It was still there, a singular patch of growth on her belly, she saw it move, but it dared not to expand, she felt sparks of magic flicker around it, keeping it at bay, she felt herself working her magic without consciously demanding it be done.

>Gotta....office...quarantine...paperwork...Twilight... gotta kill it..gotta stop..gotta...

Running off of adrenaline and desperation, she hauled herself to her legs, strethced her wings and began to run in the direction of the castle. She flapped her wings, and took hasty flight. Everything about her was awful, her body shuddered as it fought back the infestation, her mind refusing to calm down, and her vision blurred at what she realised wasn't the fungus, but were her tears

>Time...Need time...gotta do something...ah'm...not gonna let..let it win...

Borrowed time, that's all she was on. She couldn't keep it from winning over her. She knew her magic was terrible, one day it'd spread and conquer her. But she had some time.

>Save 'em....gotta...save 'em

The weight of it all came close to letting her surrender to her fate. But she had work to do. In so little time.

So she flew, the castle in sight. Her office beckoning her. The fungus taunting her.
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 >Spitfire
"Fleetfoot"
'Soarin'
[LD]
{Gilda}
~???~
~~

>Alright, I'm going to need you all to piss into this cup.

As one, everyone in the room she had just stomped into turned to her.

"...Hi, how are you too? Nice weather we're making."

>Shut it, Fleet.

'She's got a point, though.'

>Well, I'm sorry! I don't want to do this anymore than you do! I never made you guys do this!

[What, really? Isn't this, like, required.]

>It's not that big a deal!

{I feel like it is. Back home, you could get stoned from that.}

[...]

{For that, I meant.}

"Pfft, whatever. Just gimme."

>Don't you 'whatever' me! This is all your fault!

"Hey! I have never taken a single enhancing substance in my life, thank you!"

'No, you just made sure everyone else did.'

"THAT WAS NEVER PROVEN AND I REFUTE IT!"

{...Wait, was that what the birdseed you were offering me was?}

"THAT WAS ACTUAL BIRDSEED!"

{Still offensive.}

>JUST PISS IN THE DAMN CUP!

'Do you want to watch or something?'

>I ju-ugh... I hate this so much...

[...Does anyone else smell smoke?]

"Okay, dumbass? We're in Cloudsdale. CLOUDS. DALE. As in, clouds. As in, fluffy moisture. As in, does not catch on fire. If you want to get out of this, make up something better."

[I'm just saying, I smell-]

~SCREEEEEEEE~

Slowly, very slowly, they all turned to the pegasus just outside their window.

>...LD? If this is a way to get out of the drug test...

The walls shattered inward, and chaos reigned.

>Kudos.
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 >Rarity
"Arana"
'???'
~~~

>WHICH WAY DID SHE GO!?

The prissy white alicorn panicked, running this way and that all along Canterlot's outer rim as she frantically searched. Right on her heels, a certain many-legged bug monster skittered after.

"U-uh, Miss Rarity? I think she was just looking for Miss Twilight."

>Darling, please, we have to stop her before she steals the entire city from the ground up!

"...I don't feel like she could do that-"

>I do!

"O-okay, well, you would know. Just, could you slow down? You're going to hit someone at this rate."

>I am not-

With a WHAM, she smacked right into a tall, broad body.

"..."

>Not. A. Word.

'Oh? How about three. Get the fuck off.

The white pony groaned loudly, glaring up at the big, dark shape that overshadowed her.

>You're doing that to irritate me.

'If that irritates you, you deserve it. Now get off.'

She did so, stepping back and continuing her glare.

>Chrysalis. How...unfortunate.

The Queen scoffed, dismissively waving her hoof.

'Now now, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, anyone could miss a towering black beauty like myself.'

>The fact you think anything of your 'beauty' says quite a lot about you.

'If you say so, princess priss.'

>Oh? I thought that was Cadence's moniker.

'Hey, don't be deriding Caddy like that, putting her on your level is just offensive.'

>Oh, how cute, that was almost defensive.

'My primary defense is lasers, so you are way off.'

>I don't doubt it.

'Right. So, you going to stop 'subtly' gesturing for Skitters to run?'

Teeth ground together as the pony stopped, the spiderling behind her not having moved an inch.

"...oh, was I supposed to go away?"

She just facehoofed in response.

"Sorry."

'Oh, what, do you think I'm going to shoot her in public or something?'

>Maybe.

Her voice was cold, direct, and more than a little threatening.

'Well, I'm not. You are the dumbasses who are letting her in, don't drag me into your stupidity.'

>Someone certainly shouldn't have been let in.

'At least I didn't melt and then eat someone!'

"I didn't either!"

'BULLSHIT!'

"I didn't! I throw up when I look at it!"

>She does.

'Oh, of course she does. How silly of me to think that the daughter of SCIDERELLA would be able to handle the sight of blood!'

"She wasn't that bad!"

'...'

"SHE WASN'T!'

'You know what? Why don't you just-'

And then she started screaming.

In a half a second, the tiny changeling had gone from offended, to screaming. Loud, shrill, terrified screams. So high pitched and filled with horror that any nearby swore the glass around them would shatter.

She screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.

Honestly worried at her reaction, the Queen backed off, leaving plenty of room for the other to grip her tightly in her hooves.

>Arana, dear! What's wrong!? Speak to me!

But she couldn't, she just kept screaming. Louder and louder with every moment.

>WHAT DID YOU DO!?

'Me!? I was just sitting here! How could I...'

She trailed off, eyes rising upwards as something caught her eye. Something in the distance, drawing nearer...

'What... what the...'

A pegasus.

It was a pegasus.

But... it wasn't a pegasus.

Instinctively, she opened fire.

>WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

She did not respond as the thing rocketed backwards, far, far away from Canterlot. She had no time, you see.

For she turned, and she ran.

She ran with everything she had towards the castle.

Rarity, in this moment, expected many things for the Queen to say.

But the one thing she absolutely, positively did not expect...

'CAAAAADDEEENNNNCCEEEE!'

Was that.

It was only here that she noticed the red shapes, clear off in the distance. A mass of moving, shifting bodies.

And they were headed right.

Towards.

Them.

And through it all... Arana screamed.
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Was it taking it's time?

The thing within her had gone silent for the longest time as she flew towards the destination. Why it needed her over here, she could not say. All of them should be as ingrained, as connected, as she is at this present moment, but yet it felt a compulsion, a need to bring her to that sprawling city that had once been her sole motivation and driving force. A mission that once upon a time she would have given anything to see, just to make her proud.

And yet, while there was the unmistakeable pull, that compulsion, she could not say she was being dragged forcefully. Her flight was steady, easy, almost as if she was being dragged there on an afterthought, but why?

That question just rang again and again, why? Why her? Why was she, of all of it's many facets, being drawn in? Did it hold some sort of special regard for her? Was she, as it's original host, something special to it?

What a joke.

She was nothing but the canister to carry it's seed, nothing more than a bag of meat and bone it needed to carry it's own desires on outward, into the world.

But then... why did it need her there?

She could not answer that.

Nor did she seek an answer.

For, even in this time, when the world burned around her and not a care was given to any of the masses, a part of her, some faint part of her, still had a twinkling of desire. To see that city.

Some part of her wanted to see if it did indeed live up to the hype.

The home they wished to have...

Well, it's not like she could feel disappointed at this point anyway.
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 >JJ
"Actarius"
'Random Changelings'
~~~

>What have we leeeearned?

"That you should not participate in facepunch unless you are a changeling."

>What was that?

"I said, you should not participate in facepunch-"

'HE SAID FACEPUNCH!'

'GET HIM!'

"NOT AGAIN!"

>...Whoops. See, this is why I don't do the smug thing.
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 >AJ
"???"
~~~~

She was in no real state of mind to be doing this, she realized. It was nothing but a desperate rush to make it back to her office and try, just try, to warn everyone of what was coming. She was not thinking, not considering all that might happen with her actions, but there was no time. There was no time to think, to wonder, only to do. She had to get to her office, lock the doors, call Twilight, get her to figure it out and fix it.

Simple.

A simple, basic idea.

Problem with the simplest ideas, however, are the fact they tend to overlook... 'details'.

Details that only hit you when you fly in face first through your already broken window, physically toss your desk up against the door, and just as physically jam a filing cabinet into that open window.

It is only at this point, at this time when she was desperately fighting the sounds in her head, that something clicked.

Two wide, big, horrified eyes.

That were not her own.

>Oh... applesauce.

Shuddering with her back against the wall, the alicorn desperately waved at the other occupant in the room.

>S-Sugar cube, ya' need ta' get back-

"I know."

Her vision cleared enough she could finally see, at last. No more was there a big, blurry creature before her that might have resembled a shape, but instead...

A terrified looking changeling, all eight of her legs pressed up against the opposite wall.

>A-Arana!? What are ya'll doin' in mah' office!?

"M... Miss Rarity told me to stay here."

>Why!?

"Because... because it was supposed to be safe."

Somewhere, deep inside of Applejack, she wanted to laugh.

>It ain't, so ya' need ta' get out-

"Don't open the door!"

Her shriek was desperate, pleading and begging.

"It's too late! It's too late to get me out, if you open that door... you might let it out..."

Her breath hitched as the realization hit her.

>Do you... know what this is?

"I don't know what it's called..."

>That ain't what Ah' asked.

"...Y-yes..."

Tears began to prickle along Arana's eyes, sprinkles glittering in the faint light brought by her lamp.

"It... it's the thing that made Mama..."

She choked, looking away.

"It made her go crazy..."

Sad, pained eyes looked down to the growth on her chest, watching it thump with every quickened beat of her heart.

>How... how do ya' stop it?

"You can't..."

She slumped back at the finality in those two words, the unmoving fact she pressed within them.

"Mama was smart, so... so smart. She knew this stuff better than anyone, and she couldn't... she couldn't..."

She shuddered, all eight legs gripping herself in a facsimile of a hug.

"She couldn't stop it, nobody could."

>Yer' wrong.

The alicorn spoke more to herself than the spider-ling, but the determination was all the same.

>Yer'... yer' wrong! Yer' Ma' might'a been all kinds o' smart, but she ain't like Twi, nobody is! There ain't a problem in this world that gal can't figure out! There's a way ta' stop this... thing! It's just a fungus! Shoot, Ah' used ta' watch these mushrooms dry out in the sun after a week, there ain't nothin' this things gonna do compared to us. We'll figure it out... we'll figure it!

She looked... unconvinced.

That, more than anything, worried her.

>So iffin' ya' want out-

"It won't matter..."

>...what!?

"They're almost here already."

She panicked, rising to unsteady hooves, but not daring to move another inch forwards.

>Who are!?

"Those things..."

It happened in the blink of an eye.

A strange, warm, pink glow passed them by. A flicker of light that could have been easily missed by a poorly timed twitch.

As one, they turned to the source. The corner of the filing cabinet had not connected fully with the wall, allowing just a peak into the outside world.

A peak that had a distinctly pink coloring.

>What...

The spiderling had no answers.

Not for what that was.

Not for what it meant.

...Not even for the screeching sound that came soon after.
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 >SA
"Cadence"
'18'
[42]
{???}
~~~

>You know what? I think this was a good idea.

The stallion leaned back in the little booth in the corner of the new Sugarcube Corner, a comically long and winding straw going from him to his milkshake.

"Told you so."

>You know, you're right. I was being ranty. Wasn't I?

'Very ranty.'

[I do not wish to sound obvious, but you were a touch more harsh sounding than your average.]

>Yeah, I was being ranty.

'Was it really that big of a deal? I mean, okay, this is kind of big, but on the whole-'

>Yes. It was a big deal.

"Really?"

He sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on the table.

>Look, it's just... it bugs me, you know? Of all the things she could keep from us, this is pretty big.

"Shiny, I really doubt she did that out of some sort of altruism."

>No, yeah, normal changelings totally save flying islands by holding them up, you're right.

"No need to be mean."

>Sorry...

[It is likely that she needs someone who was on Partyland to be alive, really.]

>...Huh, that does make a little bit of sense.

"But what for?"

'It's possible she needs you alive, for your love magic, or Shiny for his Sparklejoule stores, or hell, she might even need-'

The doors to the building cut her off.

Specifically, the fact they did not open, but rather exploded.

{CADDDDEEENNNNCCCCCE!}

Everyone's stunned response never got the chance to form as the panicking, lightning fast Queen raced over to the booth, grabbing hold of the alicorn princess quite violently.

{ANTI-SICKNESS BUBBLE, NOW!}

"W-wha-"

She smacked her.

Right in front of everyone, she smacked the pink headed princess with such force it knocked her crown right off her head.

{ANTI-SICKNESS BUBBLE!}

"Over what-"

{EVERYTHING! CANTERLOT! ALL OF CANTERLOT!}

"All of-"

{CADENCE! PLEASE! PLEEEASE!}

Her mouth dropped open in a stupefied gape at the request.

"D-did you just say-"

{FUCK IT!}

Everyone, absolutely everyone at the table jumped, or gasped, or outright screamed when a green bolt of magic flung from the Queen's horn and traveled right into Cadence's head.

For a brief, hesitant second, her eyes glowed green and she was limp.

It passed quickly enough, and in the next instance a pink ball of light and magic shot up from the alicorn's horn into the sky.

Concurrently with this, a white blur tackled the tall Queen, knocking her clear off her hooves and onto the ground. Flying right with her, Shining Armor landed hard, but this did not stop him from pressing a threatening hooftip right into her neck.

>WHAT THE FUCK, CHRYSALIS!? HOW COULD YOU-

His words were cut off. Or rather, drowned out.

The instant that wide, wonderful shield had reached out and covered all of that white city in it's embrace, it started.

Screeching. Horrible, terrifying screeching from all around them. It pained their ears as creature after creature bashed hard into the bubble, only to be turned away. Not through force, no, but from the terrible feeling that shot through the infected as they touched the bubble that was their anti-thesis. A bubble which tried to tear them apart from the inside, just to remove the infection.

For a time, there was nothing but wailing, and that ear splitting sound.

And then, it was silent.

"...What just happened?"

As one, everyone turned back to the dazed, confused princess, watching as she blinked and looked around as if she did not know where she was.

Her husband was quick to embrace her, cradling her head softly against his chest.

>H-how... how could y-

{Didn't have a lot of options!}

They all looked to the Queen as she stood, dusting herself off and bitterly glaring at all of them.

{In case that fucking noise didn't clue you in, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK YOU STUPID ASSHOLES!}

42 reacted the quickest, already looking out the window to see what had caused those noises. She gasped when she saw them, instinctively pulling out her brass horseshoes.

[What the devil are those things!?]

{Long story!}

Before a single one of them could voice the many, many questions on their lips, a green magic grabbed hold of each and every one of them, dragging them with the long, powerful strides of the Queen that marched out in front of them.

{I'll tell you all about it when we get everyone over to the Empire!}

18 blinked, noticing something off with her statement.

'But the portal's over that way-'

{And the ballroom's this way!}

'...Oh.'

>HOLD IT HOLD IT HOLD IT!

His own magic broke through hers, shattering the grip that held him and letting him fall to the ground.

>Chrysalis, you need to start talking right now-

{Cordyceps!}

While 18, 42 and Cadence could only wait in confusion for a further explanation that would never come, Shining Armor, however-

>...Oh, fuck! FUCK! HOLY FUCK!

He started jerking his head to and fro, looking at all the various things that surrounded his home city.

>YOU SAID THAT ONLY AFFECTS CHANGELINGS!

{APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG!}

She grabbed him magically once more, resuming dragging him without missing a beat.

{Come on, we've got to get out of here before they figure out how to get past that shield and-}

"I-I can't leave."

Everyone turned to the shaking princess, her mind still unsteady from the forced intrusion.

"I-if... it's my shield... it's my shield and I have to hold it."

She was pulled before the furious eyes of the Queen, a harsh and unforgiving hoof shoved right into her chest.

{Are you insane!? You need to get over to YOUR Empire and start doing fucking princess shit! Tear up the railroads, get those fuckers armed and ready to blow them to hell with rockets! Your fucking JOB! Remember!?}

"I...I can't-"

{Yes you can, YES YOU FUCKING CAN! We need a place to run or else-}

'It won't work...'

Green hair whipped around as the ebony neck snapped to the side, glaring at her once-top-infiltrator.

{What!?}

The disguised changeling just looked sadly down at some scribblings she had done on the ground, lips pursed in regret.

'The necessary magic to pull this off would exceed all of the princesses, yourself, Shiny, me and 42, and any changeling magic we could scrounge up. Even if we managed to get everyone through, we'd have no magic, none. They're stuck here, Chrysalis.'

The Queen stumbled back, her eyes going wide as the words sunk in, shuddering breaths leaving her as she looked all around at those that even now tried to break their way in.

[...My Queen? Your orders?]

Ever the loyal subject, 42 waited, patiently, for her to respond.

She kept waiting, even as those lips floundered like a beached fish and nothing came out.

{W-... w-we.... Okay, we need to... to... first we've got to... to go and get the... things...}

She couldn't think of anything.

Not a single plan was coming out.

Her neck craned downward, letting her long, moss colored locks spill over her face.

{...Let's hope that nerdlinger can figure this out... or they're all fucked.}

Two strong, white hooves grabbed hold of her head, tilting her back up to look into the stern, unmoving stallion's eyes.

>Then you need to go find Twili, now, and fix this. Together. Whatever it takes, Chrysalis, fix this... whatever you have to do.

Everyone knew what that meant.

Especially towards, of all of them, her.

{...there wasn't any time, and if I waited they would have gotten inside, I couldn't explain, I couldn't-}

>Chrysalis! Now! You've got to go NOW!

Her eyes flickered to Cadence, looking into a pair that at last had cleared from the earlier intrusion.

Softly, lower than any save the pair of husband and wife could hear, she spoke.

{I'm sorry...}

A prim, pristine, pink hoof touched her shoulder, and she spoke just as softly to the Queen.

"Go, please."

A wave of fire sprang up, spinning around the Queen.

In the next, she was gone.

>...Are you... okay?

His words were gentle, nurturing, much too easy for the situation they were in, but she nodded all the same.

"I... she had to, I'm not mad. If she didn't, everything up there would be here, inside Canterlot, doing..."

He looked away, just a bit bitter.

>Yeah... I get it.

The soldier bug stepped forward, loudly clearing her throat.

[We have to start working up a plan in case those things get in. The castle is still without it's captain of the guard, Shining Armor, perhaps it is time you came out of retirement temporarily.]

He smiled, sadly.

>I was a pretty terrible captain, you know.

She grabbed his shoulder, and he knew that argument was pointless.

[Then it is time to make up for it.]

With a single, stern nod, he hefted his wife up to all four hooves, and stood just as tall and proud himself.

>Well... can't do any worse than before, can I?
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 >29
"MM"
'Zecora'
[Trixie]
~~~~

>This was a fun event, I felt.

The mayor just glared at him, and wiped foam out of her hair.

>What? I'm positive the intentions of one so young were but the most pure and of fun!

"Really. You think he wanted me, Zecora and Trixie to wash this cart out here for 'fun'."

>Be fair, you are the one who demanded this be set out in Everfree.

"You look at me and tell me this would be appropriate inside of town, and then repeat that this child had innocent thoughts."

>...Mayhaps t'was just a fan of the bubbles?

'Oh sure, that is a plausible thought you give. Of course, it does not explain the garmets requested by the one who no longer does live.'

[This thing is riding up my GREAT and POWERFUL rear!]

>Well, surely he merely wished thee accurate for his time period... of a couple weeks ago...

"Niney? You can stop now."

>...

'There is another thing there, you know. You can also stop pretending you did not enjoy the show.'

>W-what!? Blasphemy! Lies upon thine tongue! With every bitter word I feel more offense creep within mine very SOUL! To the core, I speak! To the core I am ashamed for your words, and the lies they hold!

"'[...]'"

>LIES... What the... what in the name of the hivemind long gone?

[Distracting us is hopeless endeavor, you know-]

*SCREEEEEE!*

She didn't even think, just fired a bolt of magical energy right where the sound had come from. Just in time to knock away an earth pony covered in some strange substance.

"...W-what the fuck..."

Their vision did not remain on the downed creature for long. No, it was soon drawn away.

Up.

Up.

Up to right above Ponyville.

Where a swarm of red descended upon the town.

"O-oh sweet Celestia..."

Only one of them did not have a reaction of shock, and awe. His was a bit more... violent.

>FUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUCKKK!

Never before had he been like that, they realized. But no time to dwell on it.

More had arrived.

>RUUUUUNNNNN!

And run they did.
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 >Lyra
"Bonbon"
~~

>...

"..."

>...

"..."

>...This is because we were all like "Oh thank goodness, nothing crazy happens anymore", isn't it?

"Yes. I do not know if there is some higher being dictating it all, but yes. Yes that is the reason, I am one hundred percent sure."

>Oh... sh-... should we kiss or something?

"I don't even know anymore."
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 >Haymaker
"Various Guards"
'Guard'
~~~

>...So, uh, hey. Normally on dungeon duty, first time up here with you guys, but just wanted to check. Is this... normal?

'What do you mean?'

>...

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

"NOT AGAAAAIINNNN!"

"I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT!"

"Okay, so... did anyone actually take up Celestia on 'the offer'?"

"WHOA, WHAT!? Were we offered sex!? You're sounding like we were offered sex."

"What? No, hell no... I don't think she'd go that far. But no, I meant the Captain of the guard thing."

"...She might've offered sex for that at one point."

"Did it help?"

"'"""...."""""

"Nope. Doesn't look like it."

"So we are, once again, captain of the guardless."

"And we do not have a commanding officer with which to blame if this goes belly up."

"Which means we're all responsible for everythingOHHOLYFUCKNOOOOOO!"

"NOT AGAIIIIIN!"

"WHY DOES NOBODY WANT THIS JOB!?... Besides the obvious...."

"WE"RE ALL GONNA DIIIEEEEEEE!"

>...

'...Oh! No, we don't normally meet up in this room, but it was taco tuesday.'

>I see.

"AHHHHHHHH!"
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NC
 >Vekir
"Various"
'Various'
-Rarity-

The scene in Canterlot Castle was one of disarray and panic, the guards fought, the staff fled, all was terror and dismay.

Well almost all.

>Hallo pony!

"Screeeeee!"

'Oh Faust here they come!'

>Goodbye pony! Hallo pony!

"Screeeeee!"

'Not the face!'

>Goodbye pony! Muchly comings and goings today, yes? Yes.

Bonk!

>Ow!

The Morlock blinked as she found herself encased in a forcefield.

>Magic dome of magic, whyfor do you impede poor Vekir's mighty quest?

-Vekir!-

Vekir blinked as she found herself sharing the dome with Rarity.

>Ahhhh, hallo Diamond Princess! Howfor can Vekir be of assistance?

-Where have you been!?-

>Looking for a bag of trash for to purge into, Princess Rararara!

-...okay, we'll deal with that issue later, can't you see there is a crisis going on!?-

>There is? Vekir assumed this was one of your pony customs. Is this not day two of the silly candy dressup night?

-No, I, what!? Can't you see the-oh dear...-

Rarity gulped as she saw a multitude of the zombies beginning to surround her bubble.

-This isn't good.-

>Yes, this game of spit tag is most definitely not in your favor, Princess. But I will root for you all the same!

-Vekir, stop being so...weird about this! These things want to infect us with what they have!-

>They have not tried to do so with Vekir!

-...what?-

>Lookit, release myself from this bubble and Vekir will show you!

Stoically, Rarity obliged, allowing Vekir to exit the bubble. The little Morlock walked up to one of the zombies.

>Hallo pony, how are you today? I am good. I am trying to find a trashcan for to purge my syz stem into , whatever that means! Will you be Vekir's friend?

Vekir poked the creature, eliciting a jerking look towards her before it turned its attention back to Rarity.

"Screeeee!"

-What in the...Vekir! Back in the bubble!-

>At once, Princess Rariteet!

Once the nimble little creature managed to get back inside, Rarity bowed her head and bucked Vekir onto her back. Summoning her strength, she exploded the bubble outward, knocking the zombies away and taking off at a sprint.

>Wheeeeee~!

-YOU! TWILIGHT'S LAB! NOW!-
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