Thread 51: Stories 46-57

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 >Scientist
“???”
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If anyone asked him how he knew these hidden corridors so well, he's not entirely sure he would know how to answer that. The answer he would give his boss, obviously, was that he extensively used them when transporting or disposing of 'confidential' experiments. The political answer was that he used them to sneak breaks when no one was looking. The business answer was that Mr Fawntaine had ensured that all his employees were up to date with fire code safety, clearly.

But the real answer was that these places used to be the only area he could get some real 'privacy', due to the extensive shielding making any cameras impossible. A place where anyone could be alone...

Back in happier times.

...But no matter, those days were long gone. It was time to put them, and other things, to rest at last.

It was with this in mind that he opened the hidden door that lead to the hallway, directly in front of his destination.

As expected, the hallway was desolate. He had intentionally waited, for those things to finish off the other staff and rush off in search of others before making his move. And at last, his patience had bore fruit.

The door in front of him was massive, not a single scratch that peppered the wall carrying over to its shining and pristine frame. Of course, he mused. This was the star lab, the crème of the crop, only the best had been allowed in here.

Once upon a time, that had been him.

Now, his code just produced a little 'Error' message, just as it had every day since she...

But, of course, this was of little concern. Procuring someone else's code had not been very hard, not at all. With a quick type of the keyboard, that tell tale little green light lit up, and the doors flung open.

Thankfully, he had the foresight to be standing off to the side of the frame, out of direct view. And more importantly, out of the range of the hellfire of bullets that fired out of the room.

The storm lasted only a short time, only six shots slinging past him before the occupant within ran out, and he was free to slink into a room he was intimately familiar with once more. Good thing, too, seeing as all the noise had attracted quite the stampede.

But their desires were put on hold when the door slammed in their faces, and cut them off once more. He stared at the door for a moment after that, his back to his unseen assailant.

“D-DAMN IT! NO! NO GET OUT! OUT OUT OUT THERE'S NO ROOM IN HERE!”

He turned smoothly, knowing full well the feminine voice was full of it. This lab was massive, easily able to hold two dozen comfortably.

Not that he could see that, he realized.

The area was awash in darkness, nothing to see but a few inches in front of the door he stood under, the “EMERGENCY” light above him providing the only illumination. He could not see her.

But oh... she could see him.

“You...”

His gun floated magically beside him, ethereal grip tightening around brushed metal.

“Y-youuuu...”

He heard metal on metal, and in the next he knew purely on instinct to jump to the side, into the shadow.

Just in time for bullets to start ricocheting off the wall behind him.

“Now!? You come here now!? Of all the times!? You pick now! Y-you bastard!”

A magical orb launched up into the sky, providing a dim light over the entire room. From his position, he could easily see the place had been wrecked, lab equipment torn up every which way and electronics ripped to shreds. Strangely, no sign of the creatures. More strangely, it seemed a touch barer than he remembered it...

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

He spotted a vague shape over in the corner, but had no time to get a good look before he heard that tell tale sound of a gun being reloaded once again. He ducked behind an upturned table just before another wave fired over him. Curiously, he didn't feel a single one actually hit the table.

>No better time to pay you a visit.

He heard her scream in fury followed by the thumping of hoofsteps. There was no time to connect the two before something slammed hard into the table, shoving him forwards before he could put up any resistance. He rolled forwards from the blow, ducking behind a shattered remnants of a cabinet before she could take aim and end him, as she no doubt was doing at this very moment.

>And just what do you think you're doing? Don't you know this stuff is expensive?

She roared again and opened fire tearing off chunks of the corner of his cabinet.

>Oh, I guess it's not a big deal to you. You could just get one of your assistants to fix it, couldn't you? Not me, though, I'm not good enough for that.

The entire table he had hidden behind earlier suddenly soared over his head, slamming hard into the wall on the other side.

>Oh, I get why you're angry. Alllll that work, and for nothing. You don't get get anything now, nothing! The world's ending and everything you did wasn't worth a thing!

She hurled more and more at him. Filing cabinets, chairs, broken beakers, whatever she could get her hooves on.

>Was it worth it? All of this, I mean.

“You shut up!”

>I sure hope so, I sure hope some part of you thinks you deserved this.

He reacted at last, magically lifting up his own cover and tossing it from whence her barrage had come.

>But you were never even close to me as a scientist you vacuous BITCH!

He could not see well in the dark, but he could just barely make out her rolling away just in time.

>You were always just jealous of me, this whole time! Ohhh, I was too blind to even consider it before, but it's all so clear now! You just couldn't accept you weren't up to my level! You just couldn't accept that I was always smarter than you!

His magic ignited as he brought the room alive, grabbing hold of whatever he could and telekinetically hurling it at the dodging, near invisible shape.

>I'm the one who devised the liquid adhesion form for the infusions, NOT YOU! I'm the one who brought us out of the stone age, literally! Were it not for ME, we would still be trying to infuse the magic into ROCKS and implanting them in ponies skulls! Hmmm, wait, who's idea was that... oh, right, YOURS!

He stomped forward, a wave of destruction following his every step.

>I advanced this company lightyears! I turned what would have been painful surgery or clunky objects into something that takes up less room than a WATER BOTTLE! I made more progress with the infusions in ONE YEAR than the entirety of that ice cold bitch's workforce has since our old boss still reigned! I'm the one who devised the infusion, it was my achievement! But no, you just couldn't accept that!

Practically every scrap in the entire room floated above him.

>THIS WAS MY ACHIEVEMENT!

As one, every single object shot forward.

To his surprise, not a single one was blocked from his ex-wife.

>...Really? Not even going to try with the shields? Have you grown that lazy in the face of all your precious new 'assistants'? Hm? How far you've fallen, you used to be so proud of those.

From beneath the rubble, something stirred.

“Y-you are not s-smarter than me!.”

He could hear her voice crack, growing lower with every word.

“Y-you're not!... You're not... I'm not...”

He shifted away a loose chair, idly looking where her voice had originated from with his own weapon bared.

“YOU'RE NOT!”

Something flashed before his eyes before it emerged from the rubble. In the blink of an eye, a cool metal barrel was pressed against his nose, the gun strapped to a pony's hoof with some odd contraption.

“And I am damn sure I am smarter than THEM!”

He could see, quite clearly, there was still a bullet in the barrel. He couldn't see beyond the edge of the hoof pressing the gun to his nose, but he could most certainly see that.

>Them?

She laughed, a dark, bitter laugh.

“I wasn't holding you back... I don't care what you said. It was my design for the diffusion machine that made your idea possible! Without me, you'd still be trying to bubble it up in a giant pool, totally lost why it keeps coming out looking like jello! You needed me!”

Angrily, he shoved his own gun forwards, aimed into the total darkness that he was sure she resided in.

>No I didn't! I'm the one who devised the cryoviens to keep the mechs from overheating, all without you! What have you done without me!?

“I'm the one who designed the filtration system to keep those mechs from jamming on dust!”

>I'm the one who designed the magical bonds for the infusions!

“I'm the one who calculated the dosages to keep those bonds from killing the host!”

>I'm the one who broke down the DNA to get that magic in the first place!

“I'm the one who designed the magical cabling to allow the giant mech to move faster than a snail!”

>I'm the one who made the magical core that lets that thing move in the first place!

The metal pressed deeper into his muzzle, painfully so.

“You're just so impressive without me, aren't you? Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be like THEM!”

His hammer cocked back, ready to fire.

>I deserved the credit for the infusion system, not you. You waited until you could get the most out of it and then I was worthless to you... fine. You want to end this right now? Come on.

He heard her own gun cock it's hammer back, and his magical grip tightened just a bit around his trigger.

>Go ahead, let's end this.

“Y-you really want to die like this!?”

>On the count of three. One...

The air went still.

>Two.

Their grip tightened.

>...Three.

And a single shot rang out.

For a while, there was a deathly silence.

Broken at last by something hitting the ground as it dropped.

A shaking hoof reached up in the darkness, rubbing against charred, burnt fur upon his cheek. Floating next to him, his own gun remained limp, hammer closed... and not a single wisp of smoke coming out of the barrel.

“You... came at me with an empty gun?”

Wordlessly, he dropped the gun, right beside where her own had fallen.

She laughed again, a bitter, spiteful laugh.

“T-that was your plan!? Make this is all somehow my fault? All of the blame on me because you failed so hard!? That is so fucking like you! it's everyone's fault but yours!”

His teeth nearly shattered from rage.

>You made a huge mistake.

“Yeah, it was thinking you wouldn't run off to some easy tail the minute you finally hit it big and leave me here to rot!”

His gun wavered, for just a moment.

>What?

“Did... did you think I wouldn't want to know why? That I wouldn't just ask? She told me... I know all about them. I... I even know all of their names. Beaker Bottom, Snowflake, Bonda, so many others... I know everyone you've been with. She showed me it all, Germani, she showed me the pictures of every one.”

Confusion rocketed through him, utterly lost at ever word.

“A-and she showed me your lab, how big and fancy and... told me alllll about how much greatness you were achieving without me... how much more could you want? How much more could you have been given!? You got the biggest lab, the best resources, and all of those little 'helpers' you could ever want! She carted out all of my best equipment and forced me to 'make due' with fucking science class materials! My head was on the chopping block every day because apparently you just did not need me anymore...”

>W-what... what are you...

“You want to know... you want to know what you did to me!? What you forced me to do!?”

The rubble she had been encased in slowly fell away, allowing her to stand up straight.

“I had to make the changeling infusion viable! I had to stabilize it before you! I had to make it work or else I was gone, do you hear me!? And with all the secrets I know, I would have been GONE gone! Not that you fucking cared! You walked out of here onto greener pastures, and you know what I had to do!? The same thing every scientist does when they're at the end of their rope.”

At last, he could take no more, and cast another spell of light.

His breath died in his lungs that day.

“I made due with what I had.”

He stumbled back, horrified at what he saw.

Half of her face was no longer the strained, but beautiful, one he remembered so vividly. Her light maroon coat had been replaced, it and the skin beneath it, with...

>C-chitin...

Like some sort of sideshow freak, her face was half that of a changeling, half what he remembered. It carried on down, the hoof that had not held the gun was now also ebony, full of holes. Her tail now the mossy, curtain like substance of a changeling. It spread upwards, right into her horn, coating it, changing it.

>Selene... what did you do to yourself?

She laughed bitterly again, head pointed downwards as tears streamed from her eyes.

“I had to make it work... I-I had to make it work... I couldn't be useless... I couldn't...”

Her laughter was replaced by a hateful snarl, one she directed at the stunned pony beneath her.

“S-s-so sorry, you know us divorcees just let ourselves go after our husbands LEAVE US TO ROT... but I'm sure you've got plenty of comfort waiting for you.”

She turned away, unable to look at him any longer.

“J-just go, leave the door open, maybe I'll get lucky and these things will turn me into one of them, and I'll at least look presentable again. Or not... who cares, I'm worthless... I'm...”

A shockingly gentle hoof grabbed her by the shoulder, and spun her back around. Back to face tear stained, misty eyes.

>You're... still the most beautiful mare in the whole world.

She choked, her own tears coming out in waves. Desperately, she tried to turn away from him, to push him aside. Instead, he just pulled her in close.

>The most beautiful mare... I would never trade for any other in the whole world.

She started to sob, ineffectively hitting him in the chest.

>W-who I was... the stupidest stallion in the whole world to believe... would actually toss me out. Who I was an idiot to think stole all of my research and took all the credit. W-who I was an idiot... to think would think I was worthless and want me gone. I was so, so stupid.

Her eyes went wide in shared realization with his own, and slowly, her struggling stopped.

“...W-we got played for fools, didn't we?”

Sadly, he nodded, resting his chin upon her head.

>D-did you...

“Not with a single one.”

He chuckled, a forced, painful chuckle.

>I meant did you try to come see me?

“...Every day...”

>...I did too...

In silence, they remained. From just beyond closed doors, they could hear the creatures outside scratching, trying to break their way in, never leaving.

>Our boss is pretty terrible.

“...Your boss, maybe. I'm quitting after today.”

He laughed again, an honest, full laugh.

“They'll break in eventually.”

A gentle hoof tilted her head up, letting him look into her two different eyes.

>...Any time with you... is plenty.

His lips met ones half formed of chitin.

And the end of the world ceased to matter.
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 >Applejack
“???”

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>...Huh...you gettin' kinda quiet for a minute there, stay that way ya fuckin' varmint

Applejack still felt the ringing in her ears, but it had muted itself somewhat, hopefully giving her room to hear herself think of the needed bigger words to fill the page.

>Ponyville, too close to here, musta already been hit by now, so that means we need t' move the...the...

Her words and thoughts fell dead on her lips and mind as the bubble that willed her to stick solely her paperwork wavered and then popped.

>The....the....t-the....family... they...need to...he...

Big Mac would've been working the farm double time ever since she left, he'd still be in the fields, he wouldn't see them swarm the farm, he'd be cut off, he'd try to fight, he'd be screaming for the others to run, he'd be screaming for her-

>Bloom..Bloom please no

Apple Bloom should've been home in Canterlot by now, or she could've stayed at home, and then she'd be alone in the house and she wouldn't- she couldn't make it out, she was counting on her elder siblings, on her to swoop in like Rainbow and blast the critters like Twilight, just like she would’ve wanted her to do-

>G-granny...she...needs

Granny would be torn to shreds, that red fungus didn't care how frail the ponies are, she'd kill herself just from running, then when- if this would go away, her legs would be worn, she'd look for somepony to help and she wasn't there and-

>Winona? G-girl are you..?

She should've been here, she must be hiding must be looking for her, hoping to help her master and love and counting on her as they closed in.

Applejack's vision blurred, tears welling in her eyes and streaking down her pale cheeks, her breath growing more and more ragged as the weight of her failures began to crash down onto her.

Visions of Apple Bloom, Big Mac, Granny Smith, Winona being eaten away by the monster she couldn't stop sparked across her mind, the screaming she heard when the Pink happened wailed from their mouths as they cried for someone, for her to help them, to make it stop.

>I-I....I....I

It was worse, her family were helpless, she hadn't saved them and she...

>B-Brae'....

All she had heard of Appleloosa had been in some sand-smelling documents regarding traintracks and irrigation, not once had she sent a letter back, she hadn't heard Braeburn in so long and the whole town had, she could barely recognise it in her own mind. Braeburn must’ve heard his favourite cousin had become a Princess, oh Celestia he musta not been able to not stop talking excitedly about it so much, the whole town would’ve heard, and now they can only be screaming for her to help, or just screaming without end. And she hadn’t once payed her own folks any attention.

>Please…please let’em….ah tried…ah…Babs..A-auntie Orange..

Manehatten, so big and grand, one of Equestria’s finest cities. So many papers had crossed her desk to do with that city, letters from mayors and attorneys, not once had she sent greetings to Babs, so Apple Bloom could yammer like cousins would about it. Full of her own clan, maybe they didn’t think of her that much but, if it hit the. If it hit Babs and the Oranges, she shoulda been there, so much earlier. Her family was breaking apart and she had done nothing.

>Ah-ah’m sorry…ah’m sorry ah can’t…ah…..

The names and faces of her family, every one of them flooded her memory, the past of their shared joy and love was torn apart by something she couldn’t protect them from, she imagined every name and face, she felt them calling out for her, make it stop, help us, you have to help us.

Apple Fritter

Apple Bumpkin

Red Gala

Braeburn

Red Delicious

Golden Delicious

Caramel Apple

Apple Strudel

Apple Tart

Uncle Orange

Auntie Orange

Babs Seed

Baked Apples

Apple Brioche

Apple Cinnamon Crisp.

Big Macintosh

Apple Bloom

Granny Smith

>Don’t hurt them-please, Ah couldn’t….

Unbeknownst to herself, Applejack had slumped from her desk onto the ground, numbness filling the gap where the shakes from the adrenaline had been.
Eyes staring at the door, she pondered if she could fly, if she could just see them, just one last time, just to say she was…

>Sorry…ah’m….sorry…ah couldn’t….

The room was filled with red, infected, shuddering masses of ponies, the fungus covering every surface of them, as they stomped and writhed.

>P-please, ah’m sorry, ah didn’t mean t-to

Medals littered the dusty plains surrounding her, ribbons and metals of every colour of the rainbow, everyone one, but blue.

>Ah t-tried…ah couldn’t…ah’m…sorry

Ponies stamped in pain and betrayal, dust kicking up sending medals and ribbons flying with a sonorous clang that rang in her ears.

>I-Ah’m sorry…ah can’t…ah’m sorry…please

The fungus covered every inch, all except their faces, their eyes, their mouths, which cried for Applejack to come, to save them, to come to them, make amends, do what was right.

>..Sorry…so sorry…ah’m sorry.

The faces morphed, shifted formed as her vision dimmed, casting her eye to each one, the only one that stayed the same was little Appleblooms

“Sis, please help me, they’re everywhere, b-but ya can stop ‘em, right?"

The other faces of the hundred others settled into two faces long gone, two faces that stopped Applejack cold.

The two faces she had silently promised to.

Two faces she had wept at the memory of, two apple trees on a hill she had cried at with an aching heart.

Long ago

>Ah promise ah’ll take care of her, Ah won’t let ya be forgotten, Ah won’t scatter your souls to th’ empty ground, y’all always be with us

The faces only watched her with disappointment and pain, the fungus slowly oozed over them, soon nothing of her family remained, the creaming had stopped, and the Screaming of the fungus began.

>N-no…please…ah can fix this..please ah’m sorry! No! Please! Ah’m sorry! COME BACK!

And they were all gone

Applejack lay on the hard cold floor of the castle office, deep sobs wracking her. She thought of nothing but the family she had betrayed, abandoned, left isolated as she sat in her tower, saving the world and leaving them to wither and die like cut branches from a tree

>…Ah-ah’m sorry…..Ah’m sorry

Her magic sputtered feebly, no direction to it, nothing focused to will the fungus within her back.

The growth on her chest had nothing to stop it, but it did not spread

It did not have to

It waited
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 I have this head canon now that Angry Marines are only pacified by Two.

"FUCK OFF!"

-YEAH FUCK OFF!-

'Well fuck you too!'

-"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT TWO!!!"-

'Uhhh-'

>Hey whatcha guys doing?

"Nothing deary, go back inside."

-You can set up candyland and we'll be with you in just a moment!-

>EEEEEHH!

"... Ok, shes gone... NOW EAT POWER CHAIR!"

-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOU!-

'GURK!'
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 >Spike
"007"
'???'
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"Come on! Down this way!"

They were huddled up close to the castle now, sneaking away from whatever confrontations they could and using the heavy walls as fortification to prevent attacks coming from at least one side. A wise choice, the dragon tailing him mused silently. But, of course, there was something else beneath it, he knew.

And it was now, in this brief moment of respite, with none directly attacking, that he chose as the best moment to address that something.

>Hey, Seven?

"Yes, boss?"

>How loyal are you to Chrysalis?

The other changeling did not so much as stumble in his step, smoothly sliding along the wall as if he was a part of it without a care.

“Come on, we both know the answer to that.”

>Seriously asking.

“And you seriously know what the answer is.”

>...You could get a lot more.

That, at last, made the bug pony freeze.

“More what?”

>Everything.

They turned to each other, curious eyes meeting hard ones and locking into place.

>Just saying, think about it. Queens have got to backstab each other, right? That's how they become Queens?

“I have no idea, nobody does.”

>You know that when a new Queen pops up, old one dies, right? So, what does that tell you about your job security?

The curious ones lost a bit of that light, and gained a bit of edge.

>And, I mean, think about it. Even if you do keep working for her, what does Chrysalis have to her name, right now? A ballroom? A ballroom on loan, at that?

“I'm not liking this conversation.”

>What's her future, right now? What is the end goal she is reaching towards?

The changeling paused, eyes flickering just a bit.

>What does that mean for you?

“Shouldn't we worry about that later?”

The dragon glanced outwards briefly, ensuring not a one infected was currently heading their way.

>Twilight is going to fix this, end of story. At some point, she's going to break out with some cure, and this whole mess is going to be fixed. She's the smartest, most dedicated pony in the whole world, she'll save the day. So, question becomes, what do you want to happen when this all ends? What happens to you?

The changeling let out a 'hrmph!', angrily rolling his eyes.

“I go back to working for-”

>For someone with no end goal, no real home, few allies, fewer options, and a tendency to cast useless changelings aside, right? That's how a Queen works?

“Only if you're really useless.”

>Like, say, getting crippled chasing some giant monster? A broken leg sneaking around on a roof somewhere? Just slipping in the shower one morning? What happens to you then?

He went silent, eyes flickering once again.

>You don't need to answer. You told me, right? You work till you die, then you're dead. That's your future, Seven. You are going to work until you die. Follow stupid, ill thought out orders till you die, then you're dead. You guys have been lasting pretty long here recently, so I'll throw it further back. What would Chrysalis's mother have done if you died on a mission? Would she miss you?

Chitinous hooves clenched around the rocket launcher.

“It is a changelings honor to disappear when we die. It means we were successful in life.”

Spike smirked.

>Oh, yeah? Well... ponies don't do that.

“You don't say.”

Spike started to pace, moving so that he was in front of the changeling, and coincidentally pushing said changeling's back to the wall.

>Nah, see, ponies? Well, we've got this thing called retirement, remember? You do your job for a while, and at the end of it, you just get to... live. Settle down in your old age, relax on a beach somewhere, drink some fruity drinks, complain about kids on your lawn, stuff like that. There's a future there, one that continues past a job. A life, Seven. You could have a whole life.

The dragon kept walking back and forth before him, moving to cut him off any time he tried to turn the tables.

>But there's more than that...

The dragon smirked, a little thoughtful.

>I'm guessing you're not allowed relationships, right? Doesn't seem like your guys kind of thing.

His silence said everything.

>See, we don't just treat you well if you get injured. Oh sure, you'll get fixed up, hazard pay, free medical, that whole nine yards. We just make sure this job doesn't have to be your entire life.

He patted his gun, proudly.

>I ever tell you they wouldn't let me go on missions for weeks after the Blueblood thing? Why? Well, to a pony, the answer's obvious. Because they want me to do a good job, but they don't want me to die, or go crazy, or anything like that, they care. They want me to have a good life besides just this. They care about all of their soldiers. All of their... agents.

At the narrowing of the changeling's eyes, his smirk grew.

>She ordered him to go on rides. Can you believe that? She actually told him to stop watching her and go have some fun, just to make sure he stayed sane. Would Chrysalis do that?

More silence, more answers.

>She doesn't care if you live or die, but that's not how ponies work. That isn't how we are.

“Why are you telling me this?”

There was a growl to his voice, a harsh edge to it that cut right through the thick air.

>Honestly? Probably today under normal circumstances, but I've got to say, you really, really impressed me.

There was no reduction in the glare, but it did take on a curious bent.

>Gonna be honest, no idea how you pulled it off, you'll have to tell me sometime.

His gun glinted in the light as he hefted it up, tapping it against the side of his head.

>I watch this thing like a hawk. I can tell how many bullets it has by weight, I can tell when it needs a good polish by touch, I can tell exactly which angle I holstered it to the millimeter, and there's enough wards and spells in this thing that someone ripping this out of my claws is pretty unlikely, maybe even someone on Chrysalis's level.

He admired the weapon in his claws some more, watching how it still glimmered, even after all the use.

>Did you know it's got all sorts of cool tricks, too? Lots more than just keeping it put. It can fire magical bullets, it can use my flames for more bullets, it can even... let me talk to Rarity.

In a blink, his eyes turned dangerous.

>You know, the mare who cares about me, and worries for me, and wants me to be okay. Normally, times like this? She gives me a little ring, says “Be careful Spikey-Wikey!” or something... gonna be honest, I love it, makes me feel really special.

A thumb edged the hammer as he locked eyes with the changeling.

>Yet, for some reason... not a buzz.

The changeling instantly switched to a sympathetic look, respectfully looking away.

“Ah, damn. That means these things-”

>Have either switched to shooting at each other with her magic, or haven't quite gotten a hold of her yet.

The changeling instantly looked over to the side... but saw nothing.

It was when the dragon chuckled that he realized his mistake.

>Yeah.

Slowly, he turned back, all of the fake sympathy he had held gone in an instant.

Likewise, the cocky nature of the dragon left as well, replaced instead with something a little more harsh.

>You somehow managed to block my ability to call her, or anyone. I can't ring Twilight, I can't ring, Aj, I can't call anyone. That's a really complicated spell, yet somehow you managed to do it without me knowing. Not gonna lie, I'm impressed.

Slowly, the gun lowered.

>I'm not dumb, you know. You were following me, not Cadence, not Seventy Seven, not even Shiny. We both know if she had ordered you to watch anyone else, a herd of buffalo couldn't pull you away. So, I think to myself, why would he want to be near me, specifically, want to keep me from talking to Rarity, stopped following Seventy Seven when there was still a trail, and I can't help but notice we're taking a whole lot of back routes, routes nobody would see...

He held up a claw, silencing whatever the changeling had been about to say.

>Don't bother. It all has an explanation, right? Chrysalis just didn't give you an order because of how sudden it all was and you decided to stick with me. It wasn't you, but some other weird magical interference preventing me talking to Rarity. You just didn't want us to chase him through zombies. We're taking back routes to avoid the zombies. You've probably got a bunch of explanations, right? Everything to make this totally plausible... but we both know it isn't true, I'm your mission. But on that note...

The changeling remained still, surprisingly expressionless.

>You've had my back this whole time, and you've done a pretty good job keeping these things off me and finding safe routes. There isn't a future with Chrysalis. She's going down, probably after pissing off the wrong royal, or sometime after she does something Shiny won't let her take back. She's a sinking ship, Seven, even if you won't admit it yet.

He extended a claw, open and inviting.

>If you come to us, you never have to worry about that. We're stable, we're the ones with the country and the army and the infrastructure, we've got a future. If the changelings stay under her command, they don't have one. They'll sit in the ballroom until they die, then they're dead. Or they'll try some bone headed invasion, get beat, then they're dead. No matter how you slice it, there's no good ending, not with her. We could do a lot together, good stuff, not stuff that Chrysalis feels like doing for her own stupid ends. You'd be a huge help, and we'd do a lot of good together. Think about it.

“Why me?”

His tone was neutral, blank as his face.

>Honestly?

The makings of a genuine smile crept at his lips.

>Celestia told me what you did at Partyland. How that thing was going to grab her and you pushed her out of the way. I know about the contest thing, and I also get that if you wanted, you probably could have won the contest right there.... but you didn't, you picked to do the right thing and protect her, you followed your heart first and your orders second. Didn't matter that Chrysalis said you should do something else, you did what you know you should. Funny enough... lots of ponies think that way too. We kind of admire that. You're not some mindless drone, Seven, you can make your own choices. And right now, following Chrysalis, you're making the wrong one.

A touch of honest sympathy glimmered in Spike's eyes, coupled with a slight curl of his still outstretched claws.

>She doesn't care about you, she's never going to care about you. She cares about herself, her power, and the thing that lets her live like she wants without anyone stopping her, that's it. If Shiny stopped putting up with her, she'd turn on him. If it came down to her or anyone else on this whole planet, she'd pick herself every time, and she wouldn't even blink. You're not fodder, Seven, and you don't deserve to be forgotten, no matter what she says. What do you say?

Amidst the insanity still within hearing range, there was a silence. A silence as the two looked upon each other from across the grass that surrounded the castle to the changeling's back. A silence filled with uncertain eyes flickering ever so slightly as his mind raced with the new information, the new opportunities presented.

The first step from the changeling was slow, deliberate, cautious as he approached the still outstretched claw, painfully sluggish as he closed the gap. The rocket launcher he had been carrying clattered to the ground behind him, forgotten.

>You don't have to be forgotten.

His hooves had a distinctly subtle shake to them as he stepped further, closer and closer to the dragon, his eye never leaving that claw.

At last, they stood just close enough, just barely. A shaking, unsteady hoof reached up, and inched its way closer to the claw. Obsidian and lavender, about to touch.

It would have, too, had the claw not suddenly pulled away, and in its place the steel barrel of a gun emerged.

To his credit, Seven took it in stride.

“Was I that obvious?”

He did not answer with words, only a glare and his thumb hooking onto Charity's hammer, pulling it back.

“Heh, guess I still need to work on faking disloyalty. Doesn't really come up all that much.”

>I tried to go the pony way, now we're going the Dragon way. Tell me how you nullified my spells.

The changeling held up his hooves placatingly, wearily keeping an eye on the barrel of the gun.

“Spike, there's a reasonable explanation for this, and-”

A shot rang out, whizzing past his head.

>Tell me how you did it.

“Listen, my mission is-”

Another shot, more hearing gone forever.

>I know what your mission is, and I don't care. That's unimportant, what is important is figuring out how you did this.

“If you will just listen to me I will explain what it is she wanted me to do-”

Another shot, this one scraping chitin clean off his chin.

>Next shot won't miss.

The changeling, at last, lowered his hooves, his soft, pleading tone long gone.

“You don't want to do that.”

The hammer cocked back once more, and leveled between his eyes.

>I think I do.

“No... you think that now would be a good time for a rest.”

>...Wha-

The brief hesitation was all Seven needed, enough to ensure the green magic he fired was faster than Spike's trigger finger.

The dragon's eyes went wide and dead, his body ragdolling like a puppet who's strings had been cut.

>Good time for a rest...

His dead tone matched perfectly in sync with his body falling face first into the dirt, before lying still.

The changeling sighed, idly using his magic to repair the damage to his cheek while casually walking up to the prone drake.

“Well, she said only if it looked like a good time... guess this is good enough.”

He lifted up his hoof, green magic reaching into one of the many holes within.

“Sorry, Spike, I guess-”

In the blink of an eye, his world became a blur.

A windy, chest-crushingly painful blur.

It was only an entire lifetime of training that allowed him to land on his hooves.

It was only a lifetime of fighting for his life that allowed him to block the flurry of blows aiming right for his face.

It was only a lifetime of their use that allowed him to pull out his favored blades and block the barrage of others that sought to sink into his chitin.

But no training could prepare him for the blur of pain before him to suddenly vanish, and a tight grip to suddenly encompass his head.

'My Queen said not to kill a single changeling.'

He felt hooves tightened, cupping just under his chin.

“Damn it, not you! Jetset, listen to me-”

'I hope she will not be too angry with me.'

And twisting.

Jetset had been expertly trained at snapping necks in his time spent learning his trade, exactly how to cup it, how far to drag it, what to do to make it painless as possible. He thought he knew exactly what to expect.

However, the burst of flame that overtook his prey demolished that.

As did the owl face looking him right in the eye.

“Hoot hoot, asshole.”

The Changeling's legs shoved back, taking the now off-balance pony off his hooves and onto his back. The obsidian creature rolled with the movement, pushing himself just slightly off the ground, just before the flames swirled around him again.

And the entire weight of a buffalo was subjected to the pull of gravity. Right onto Jetset's prone body.

In the next moment, he was still.

“Well, that was fu-”

The magic of teleportation encompassed him. In the next blink, he was in the air, his massive bulk now in the hooves of the still very active Jetset. With one twirl, the pony redirected all of his considerable eight outwards, towards the castle wall. A flicker of flame returned him to his normal size, but not before the forwards momentum created by his previous weight carried on, and he fractured the wall beneath his back.

The instant Jetset found stability on the ground, he teleported away once more, appearing above the changeling and delivering a downward strike that sent him tumbling towards the ground. In another flash, he was down below, ready and waiting to deliver an uppercut right to the ebony chin.

The changeling tumbled after he hit the ground, having only a second to react before another flash went off above him, giving him precious little time to block the knife aimed right for his head.

Another flash, and now he was behind. Lightning reflexes blocked that as well.

“Damn it...”

Again and again, Jetset danced around him, a flash of light the only indicator before he appeared again and made another strike. Knives blocked strike after strike in tune with his emergence, but the pony would not stay long enough for a counter strike. All he could do was block...

“Gah!”

The first blow went to Jetset when his hind leg connected with the other's side, a lucky strike that just barely slipped through the changelings defenses.

After that, the tide had turned.

Seven was given no reprieve to recover. Another flash, another blow landed. Another, and another, and another again, and his knees buckled underneath the blows. It was only blind instinct that kept Jetset's blade from landing and ending the fight. Or, so he thought.

One bad slip, and then the agent stood above him, ready to finish the fight

“Finally!”

The rival agent would have questioned such an elated response, had it not made itself apparent the next second.

His hoof was blocked yet again from slashing the Changeling's throat... but this time, he could not pull away.

The green goo sticking them together saw to that.

“Stick around, plenty to see.”

His horn flickered as he prepared to teleport, hoping to flash to an angle where he held the advantage. The changeling was faster, a hoof going right into the pony's face and stopping the magic in his tracks. Any time he tried to gather the necessary power, vulnerable. That tactic cast aside, he flicked a blade hidden in his coat into his free hoof, and made another strike. Again, this one was blocked, and again he found himself ensnared by the goop.

“Too bad”

The changeling's hind hoof flickered out like his was dancing, and in the blink of an eye Jetset found both hind hooves glued to the ground.

There was only one option left, and they both knew it.

In sync, they shot their heads forwards, horns locking together in a connection of power, magic flaring up like the fires unleashed from hell into the air.

'I... will not lose... to the likes of you!'

A tornado of magic hovered between them, red and green intermingling in a deadly swirl.

'I am stronger than you!'

“You sure about that?”

He wished to affirm that he was indeed sure, when he felt himself started to be pressed down, ever so slightly.

His eyes bulged in uncharacteristic shock as he wobbled, forced down more and more with every passing second. No matter how he tried, he could not turn back the tide. Slowly, he began to notice he was feeling quite drained, far more than he should for this level of magic.

That's when he noticed the tingling in his hooves.

Specifically, the parts touching the other's chitin.

'Even... through... just contact?'

The changeling smirked, slipping his horn loose and curling his neck back until he was looking down his nose at the pony.

“Pure. Hive.”

His head rocked forwards, slamming into the ponies own and breaking through the magic the other tossed up in hopes to stifle the blow.

Green danced behind Jetset's eyes for a brief moment. In the next, he went limp.

With a simple bit of magic, bindings went away, and with it, Jetset fell as well.

After idly brushing any remaining green stickiness from his hoof, Seven leaned down, a smirk curling his lips before they split wide open.

Slowly, even the little energy Jetset felt he still held was sapped away, the pony finding it harder and harder to keep awake every passing second until mercifully, the changeling pulled away, and turned his back on the downed pony, oblivious to the glare boring into his back.

“Sorry, buddy. Nothing personal, just have a mission to do. You'd probably thank me... eh, nevermind.”

From within one of his many leg holes, a tiny circular device was produced, like a tiny little frisby with blinking lights atop it.

'A-a bomb...'

The Changeling shrugged before continuing on, walking purposefully towards the dragon while flipping the bomb like a coin.

'Me... me instead.'

The changeling paused, glancing back briefly at the downed pony who tried his best to crawl towards him.

'I... I am a more dangerous target. Me instead.'

“No can do, I'm afraid. Standard issue only gave out two, and I've got to save the other for obvious purposes.”

'J-just... just a booooo...'

He slumped forward, unable to continue any longer, no more words possibly able to escape.

“Not just any bomb, this one's really special. Like I said, wish you guys would believe me, cause it's-”

BLAM!

Seven let out a cry of surprise and blinding pain as a shot rang out, chunks of chitin blowing clean off his shoulder. He fell to the ground, trying to stifle the hiss of pain as he lie there, watching in horror as the dragon stood back up, eyes burning with hate.

“D-damn... Spike, you've got to listen to me-”

He rolled away before another shot could pierce him, another cry of pain escaping him as he agitated his wound.

Determined, he grit his teeth and stood as best he could on three legs, the bomb clutched in his mouth.

“This isn't that it looks like, I'm not trying to-”

>Save it.

He wasn't quick enough to dodge this one. As if a blade had been rent across his side, the bullet left a deep gouge as it shot past. His teeth grit deeper as he struggled to stand, rolls of his blood sliding down his side.

“I-I'm just-”

>Yeah. You're just doing your mission, just following orders.

He glared hatefully at the changeling as another round was just barely dodged, more chitin being broken off by the glancing blow.

>Well, you have your orders, I have mine.

“S-Spike, I-”

His wounded arm flicked to the side, a green blade slinging out. Spike didn't even need to dodge, it flung harmlessly beside him. Nonetheless, he responded in kind.

Another cry of pain, louder than the others, rang out as the bullet sank into his good hind leg, forcing him to the ground.

“I-I... I'm t-trying toooo...”

>Yeah... I know. Trying to kill me...

He sighed bitterly, glare turning to the tiny disk even now the changeling held.

>Guessing that's a pressure bomb... put it in my mouth and down I go. Untraceable, undetectable. Perfect time to take me out and not get any flak.

“N-n-no! It's not-”

He flung another blade, this one going just as wild the last one.

Spike, just as before, responded in kind.

>Sorry... I wish it didn't have to be like this.

“SPIKE WAIT! I'M TRYING TO-”

Another shot fired, this one landing square just below the neck. The changeling gurgled in pain, hooves flailing wildly. Despite it all, he still kept doing two things. One, he still kept flinging those blades, and two... he would not let go of the bomb.

>I'm sorry.

He leveled the gun right at him, aiming right for his chitinous head.

“B-beeee...”

He rasped painfully on the ground, blood staining the grass beneath as even now, he dragged himself towards the dragon.

“Beeeee...”

Softly, a thumb cocked the hammer back.

“Beeehhhhaaa..”

>Sorry.

{SPIKE! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!}

His world froze when he heard that voice. Her voice.

Rarity's voice.

In the time it took him to register the fact she was directly above him, up high on one of the castle's many balconies, the time he had been granted to act to her warning had slipped away.

{NOOOOO!}

Teeth, horrible, horrible teeth sank into his shoulder, pain pouring through his every pore and cell. Instinctively, he pressed the gun barrel to the attackers nose, blasting the thing away.

His head jerked back just in time to see a positively massive manticore hit the ground, spores raining off it in waves from where the bullet had landed.

In a daze, he looked all around, noticing for the first time that there was a massive horde headed his way...

And several of them already on the ground.

Pinned by green knives.

>...Oh... you were trying to say 'behind me'.

He turned back to the downed changeling, who looked upon him with stricken eyes as he fumbled backwards, horrified to his very core.

>W-what, what was your mission?

The changeling swallowed his own blood, gasping for air as he desperately pulled himself back with a single hoof.

“F-find you... watch you... and if... if things went bad... use this...”

Even now, he clutched the bomb.

>What's it do?

Spike watched him go, no answer given as he continued scraping further and further away. While it happened, he just stood there, numb to it all. So many things tried to process through his mind in a single instance that they all just sort of collided, ramming together into a mess that had no real coherence. All the while, red, bubbling things began to spread all along his shoulder.

At last, the numbness went away, replaced by something else.

For the first time in his entire life, Spike knew what it was to feel the sensation of burning.

The Changeling's eyes remained locked on the dragon as he fell to his knees, gun clattering uselessly to the ground, and a scream escaped lavender and emerald lips. All the while, he kept sliding back, further, and further, until at last his stopped on something solid.

Something solid that reflexively tried to grab hold of him. To throttle him? Stab him? Beat him or shake him? Seven had no clue. All he knew was that this meant Jetset wasn't fully drained.

“C-can... can you get us up there?”

The pony glared, pointedly ignoring the balcony the changeling pointed at.

“Y-you s-”

He hacked again, more blood coming out.

“S-sure? Try. Just... just try, I need to salvage...”

He didn't even dignify that with a glare.

Pathetically, the changeling tossed the bomb upward, towards the balcony. It didn't even make it higher than he was tall before plopping right back into his lap.

“A-ah... ah fuck... no... no no no...”

The non-bloodied hoof banged against his head, careful to avoid the gunshot wounds.

“I'm sorry, your majesty...”

Hordes finally reached their destination, rushing past the still thrashing dragon on the ground, directly towards the downed pair.

“I've failed.”

With mere steps between the rushing creatures and themselves, he pushed the button.

In the next second, both were surrounded by an all consuming fire.

In the next, a flash of light.

In the next, nothing remained but a charred circle on the ground.

Spike, barely able to witness it through clenched eyes and mind boggling pain, could only utter a single word.

“Oh.”

His head threw back before his mind could fully take hold of what he had witnessed, the thing within him at last reaching his mind.

{S-Spike!? Spike!?}

He reacted to her, granting her just a moment of hope.

A moment of hope he took away in the next instant, when he opened his mouth, and let out a bone chilling screech.

{NO! SPIKE!}

With an animalisitic snarl, he raced forwards to the wall, claws sinking into the stone with a single strike and hefting himself up like a lizard from hell as he scaled the walls.

Rarity watched in horror as he neared her, eyes soulless and empty.

No matter how much it hurt her, she had to turn, and run.

In a dark twist of his past, Spike the dragon gave chase. And just like that past long gone, he would not stop chasing the pony before him.

Ever.
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>Spike
"Shining Armour"

And here he was again, mulling over his thoughts after the latest disaster to hit the kingdom had been stopped and cleaned up, reserving a small smile for the Purple princess that cured the vile contamination. He had to be filled in on a lot, having not been in sound mind while under the effects of the fungus. No thoughts or memories he could recall, he had been purely a puppet. He had also apologized to 7 after the whole affair, who accepted it rather more easily than spike would have thought. 'Eh, I'm used to it. Paranoria's part of the job.'

Lifting the mug of warm coffee to his lips he drank the soothing fluid, savouring the subtle mixture of flavours that went over this tongue as his eyes focused on the White stallion coming into the room with a gentle expression and pulling up a chair.

"Hey Spike, how're holding up?" Shiny asked with that brotherly affection he always gave the dragon, Spike softly placing his mug back onto the table and responding with a bit of a shrug.

>Just glad it's all over. Again. What's the weather forcast for next week? Ancient Aliens?

Ah, sarcastic quips. That eases the pain. Shiny gave a light chuckle back, relaxing in his chair somewhat. Spike looked over the Albaster pony, having heared tales of his spirited defense of the castle.

"Hey, they might be peaceful at least!" He replied, a flash of smile coming before slowly fading away. It wasn't hard to see that he had something on his mind. The Prince could play poker with the best of them thanks to his trials under Celestia, but when it came to friends and family matters he was an open book.

>... Something you want to talk about?

There was a bit of a pregnant silence in the air as Shiny considering his answer after being caught so easily.

"Ah.. Well. I know that Cordy was hard of everyone but I just wanted to talk about the little.. disagreement you had with 7."

>Well, alright. What about it?

As diplomatic as Spike could manage, he wasn't in the mood to get into an argument now. A relaxing drink and some R&R was all he needed.

"I know it's all water under the bridge now but... Ah.. would it have gotten to that stage if it was a pony?

>Uh..

"I'm not saying anything! I'm just wondering if you've got a trust issue or two with Changlings. Maybe not have interrupted a pony with gunfire.

Oh Faust no. Not this.

>Shiny...

"I know it was a high pressure situation and everything, and you've had problems with Chrysalis in the past.

Where do you look at this point? The wall, back at Shiny while he's attempting to not to call you racist in as so many words? The coffee? The coffee sounds like a good idea.

>Don't do this to me Shiny. Come on, man.

"I'm just.. I think has your big brother it might be good to vent some of those pent-up feelings in a helpful session, you know?"

The stallion pushed a little business card across the table towards the Dragon, a beautifully coloured thing that was obviously Cadence's design, which read in flowing font 'Changlings and you! A fresh perspective on new neighbors.'

The urge to crawl into his own palm to die after overwhelming, and did its best simply by burying his snort in it.

>I don't hate Changlings, Shiny. Well, apart from Queen Bitch.

He said it in as deadpan voice as he could manage, just simply unsure of where his emotions should go.

>I've only shot at them once or twice!

Another pregnant pause in the conversation as Shiny just looked at him a moment before Spike realized what he said

>That came out wrong shut up.

The prince lifted himself out of his seat and approached up the side of the dragon, a compassionate glaze in his eyes as he drew close in a way that Spike knew instantly.

>Nooooo. No. You don't need to do that. Stop. We don't need to-

His protests were cut short as SHining Armour opened his arms out wide and wrapped them around Spike in a patented technique know only to a few special people. The dreaded 'Family intervention' hug.

"We're just gonna hug this out, Spike. Hug away the pain.

>Oh Faust why.

"Shhh. Big bro's got you...

>...

>...

>Can I finish my coffee?

"As much to get you to heal, Spike."

Fucking Changlings.
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 >1. Innocent happy baby 007 was skipping while humming a merry tune along the road besides the walls of Canterlot with Love™ and Wonderbolt-Skittles™ in prominent display, songbirds tweeting happy birdsong around his head.

>2. Meanwhile, a horridly obese Dragon emerged from the castle in full Klan regalia, waving goodbye to his fellow Tea-Pony racist ERA (Equestrian Rifle Association) members after another rally to promote rape culture against Gryphons and minorities. "Great meeting, you guys!" he shouted as he waved behind him. The Dragon removed his Klan hood to reveal the hideous face of none other than Spike; his green flair, purple scales, and swastika tattoo in prominent display.

>3. Suddenly, the evil tiny-bodied purple ERA racist spotted innocent 007 playing with the happy animals in a manner reminiscent of Fluttershy. Enraged, the racist Spike phoned Rarity through Charity. "BIPPITY BAPPITY YIPPITY YAPPITY YEAHAAWW TARNATION Y'ALL DE'RES A GODDAMN CHANGLING IN THESE PARTS" he screeched at the princess while waving his Equestrian flag. "I'M GONNA SHOOT ME A GODDAMN CHITIN SKINNED BUG"

>4. "No, please, don't do that you racist!" the white alicorn minority operator cried! "I am giving you a legally binding directive not to raise that unlawful, minority-blood soaked revolver with Equestria flag and Pennydrop 2014 bumperstickers! Spare that sweet, innocent little changling, I beg of you!" as tears flowed down the cheeks of the princess's face

>5. But the racist small dicked purple A-team member Spike had no mercy in his heart and soul when he murdered poor baby toddler like jolly 007 with his tiny-dicked compensation assault Revolver. Flashes of Good queen Chrysalis and a thousand drones being whipped flashed through 007's mind to the chorus of angel choir as he ascended into the hivemind, while Spike and the racist cracka ass Royal Guard danced around 007's corpse firing guns into the air like Yosemite Sam.

>6. Knowing Spike would need evidence in his favor for crimes they weren't going to charge him for, the racist Royal Guard helped Spike fake head injuries to make his story convincing. As they leave the crime scene, the Guards and Spike high five each other as they call Applejack and arrange Spike's ERA connections for his jury.
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 This... is new.

It had not been long since it had 'thought' this. It seemed every hour, something 'new' appeared in the expanse that was it's mind. Some new thing on the end of many invisible strings.

But this one... this one was special.

Its skin felt special.

Its teeth felt special.

Its body felt... special. Unique, fresh... new.

This body offered many new things it had thought it impossible to obtain before. Skin thought unbreakable, teeth thought all consuming, organs with so many abilities...

This was new, it realized.

New... and special.

And it wanted it all.

At last, a new venue had appeared. At last, it could truly...

S҉̷͟p̨re͠ą͜d̸͢

It did not know what happiness was, not really.

But... some part of it knew...

It felt it.
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 NCOMAKE!
>SA
"Celestia"
~~~~

>Damn! Love-bubbles aren't working! I'm running out of ideas here!

"...You know, there is that one thing."

>That one thing?

"Well, you know, when I get excited I get... hot. But, well, what if I get really, REALLY excited?"

>...Go on.

"How good are you at pleasing a mare?"

~~~~~FIVE MINUTES LATER!~~~~

>YOU WIPED OUT THE ENTIRE PLANET!?

"Whoops. Did NOT see that coming."

>EVERYONE IS DEAD!

"...Toooootally worth it... mmmmm..."

>No it wasn't!.... I didn't get off!

"Your loss, I'm satisfied."

>I have so many regrets.
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>???
"???"
~~~

They had been clawing for hours. Mindless, empty beasts that scraped and banged upon the door, snarling and roaring as broken nails and shattered claws repaired themselves in an instant as they worked to break through the solid metal that separated them and their prey.

At last, one managed a lucky strike upon the console that held the code to open the door wide. With a HISS, it flung open, and at last the infected could see within the depths of the lab.

>OH YES! OH YEEESSSS!

And as one, they froze.

"UNF! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!"

>OH YEAH YOU LIKE IT!

"I LIKE IT! OH GERMANI I LIKE IIIIT!"

>OHHH I MISSED THIS! I MISSED THIS SO MUCH!

"UNH! YEAH! SPANK ME! HARDER! HARDER!"

>YOU MAY BE HALF CHANGELING NOW, SELENE, BUT YOU ARE STILL ALLLLL MARE

"END OF THE WORLD SEX IS BEST SEX! YEEEEEEAH!"

With a hiss, the door closed. Respectfully, everyone turned, and sat down, patiently deciding to wait until they were done.

The looked very, very busy you see, and Cordyceps was many things... but it was not rude.
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 NCOMAKE
>Chitania
"Everyone else."
~~~

>...what!? Why are you all staring at me!?

"WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE!?"

>...FUCK OFF!

"AWWWWW!"

>ARRRRGGHHHH!
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 NCOMAKE
>Applejack

>....Why can't I have somethin' like Shiny and Celestia? Why did ah hafta choose paperwork over somethin' like that?

Spread

>fffffFUCK OFF I'm having a contemplative moment here! I don't get many of them and half the time they're either headaches or full scale psychosis!
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 >Pinkie
~~~~~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WTWPSLVKHw

>Oh no no! Spike's infected now! TWILIGHT DO SOMETHING! FIX EVERYTHING! Applejack continues to fight off her infection and gets her moment in the spotlight. Rarity tries to talk some sense to Spike. Will it work? We get to see more of Chrysalis' plan and how none of it is going as planned. 77 and 32 meet again! A certain air force team rush to the scene. Arana discovers something that might be a super-duper game changer! Find out what happens next in thread 52: Spores are in the Air...and of course, giant fan service!
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