“The sense into who’s domain the hardness falls is also the domain into where softness falls. Thus in its perception the same thing is both hard and soft.”
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I suppose I should start with an explanation. Sometimes in stories there is a required change in perspective. Perhaps to change things up or hide and reveal things that otherwise wouldn’t.

I should introduce myself, My name is Mane Mason. Occupation? Writer of bit store novels. Mostly romance some horror. Nothing I’m sure you have read.

My cutie mark is a corner stone. As appeared in the cutie mark registry from my left side of my flank. It's a cube that makes up three sides each with a symbol carved in. The left male symbol, Right a heart and top the sign for beta.

My coloring is sherbet orange with an ashen mane. Not the most appealing colors but you get used to it.

I’m not going to completely explain how I got to this point. The jest of it is, the Overmare wants my daughter. From what I understand it’s not for anything good. Good for me and my daughter at least.

All this is connected to the monsters walking around Silent Ponyville. Silent Ponyville 2 if I understand the full story correctly.

I and my daughter has been living in Stable Alpha ran by Applebloom. After we got the letter I took my daughter to hide in the abandon city of Silent Ponyville.

This was a mistake, We were soon separated by a wagon crash and I have been looking for her ever since. My travels lead me to Cheerwitch school.

I stood in front of the statue of Cheerolee and Witchcart petting a foal in Cheerwitch Park. These two were of course the founders of Cheerwitch.

I stopped the recording function of my pipbuck. It’s muster yellow light shined in the darkness. This was an old model I had for years. I turned the tracking function off just before I left Alpha Stable.

Behind me bushes rustle. I turned to see a foal jump out. It was a red foal wearing a crudely made mock up of an Enclave incestiod mask. The foal had a flute or something in its mou-

Fuff!

A dart hits me in the chest. The impact area felt tingly. Two more foals in masks jump out. A dart hit me in the chest again and one in the neck. I feel myself fall before I went black.

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The children had taken my body inside Cheerwitch. When I awoke I was tied up with all four of my hooves together. The foals all masked, were resurrecting an alter. Forebodingly it looked like an alter of sacrifice. None of the foals seemed to have cutie marks.

“What’s going on?” I said calmly.

One of the younger foals just stopped and stared at me. An older foal pushed him out of the way.

“That big pony speaks!” The older foal a colt announces.

I blushed nervously thinking how I should phrase my words.

“I’m looking for my daughter,” I told them, “Her name is Cherry Emerald. She’s about your age. Really light grayish blue coat with green hair.”

“A girl” “A girl” “A girl”

The foals muttered with each other cautiously. I noted all the voices were colts.

“Is something the wrong?” I asked.

“There are no girls here,” The colt who I’m assuming is the group leader snaps.

“Why?” I queried.

“The fly man keeps them all,” The colt spoke as if I should know this.”

“Explain,” I urged on.

The colt gave a nervous look to the others in his party. “The fly man is our lord. We gave him girls so he can stick is tongue up their wee wees. He keeps the girls tied in a room and gives them candy. Tell us to kill any big pony that comes.”

“Woe, kill!” I exclaimed.

“Yep,” The colt said smugly.

“You can’t do that,” I told the foal.

“All you big ponies say that,” The colt said coldly, “You all die just the same.”

“But there’s a very good reason you can’t kill me,” I was lying through my teeth but I had nothing else I can do.

“Okay,” The colt said slyly.

I said the first random thing in my head. “Because Littlepip is coming.”

When I came up with the character I imaged a small unicorn that looked like my oldest daughter Hope Feathers but as a battle harden warrior.

“Who is Littlepip?” The little colt snaps.

“A mean mare that kills bad little ponies,” I said trying to be as spooky as possible.

“Okay string him up,” The colt deadpanned.

I was hoisted up on the cross the masked foals made. I started shouting frantically in hopes that one of the young ponies would have second thoughts.

“Littlepip is coming! If you don’t let me go she’ll kill you all. She’ll kill you all to the last.”

“Liar!” The head shouts.

Ka-Boom!

A high caliber bullet slices through the wall exploding his head. Two more fallow. Each one taking out multiple targets.

A small mare kicks the door open holding two small guns with her magic. She fires upon the foals that were left standing. After the fighting was done, she starts firing a bullet into the heads of those who were on the ground.

I stood there in shock, “H-Hope? Fizban it’s daddy.” Fizban was a nick name. My daughter had a pair of feathers for a cutie mark. Fizban was a famous unicorn wizard that had feathers for a cutie mark.

“What?” (Blam!) The young pony turns to look at me confused.

“Honey please stop they are only foals, they don’t even have their cutie marks,” I pleaded.

Blam!

“At this point I no longer give a fuck,” The mare said coldly.

I went into dad mode, “Stop that right now young lady!”

The mare gives me a crazed look. “What did you say to me!”

I stared her down after a moment I spoke, “You’re not Hope Feathers.

“Do I look like a pegasus?” The mare snaps.

“Hope Feathers was my grandmothers name, I named my "unicorn" daughter after her,” I emphasized the word unicorn to show some kind of point.

“Well, I’m not Hope Feathers,” The mare snaps cutting me free with a knife. I couldn’t stand the death and walked out of the room. The mare fallowed me.

The hallways had peach and brown colored walls with black and orange tiled floors.

“Littlepip,” The mare introduced herself as I stretched my sore wrists.

“Littlepip? Like the name I completely pulled out my ass just now?” I laughed, “Of course I imagined you to look like my daughter.”

“Just who the hell are you?” Littlepip snaps.

“Oh, Mane Mason C list writer of romance,” I introduced myself giving the lady a bow.

“Yes, you are the guy I’m looking for,” Littlepip said coldly, “I thought Cherry Emerald was your daughter?”

“Well yes, she’s my youngest,” I explained, “My oldest Hope, she was with me and my exwife when I arrived in Silent Ponyville two hundred years ago. You’re not an immortal are you?”

Littlepip quietly shook her head.

“You see when you live long lives like we have things start to slow down. Our lives seldom change, There was a pony that theorized this is why we immortals don’t have a tone of children over the years. Most of us anyway.” I explained, “Me and Dalia broke up after the fall of Luna. My exwife played a part in the incident. The result of witch caused me and Hope to go into hiding together. After seventeen years we became estranged and Hope and I went separate ways. A few years later I met my beloved Praised Gal-“

“I don’t want your life story,” Littlepip snaps.

“Aren’t you the friendly type,” I huffed and muttered under my breath, “You’re not a lesbian by any chance.”

“What was that,” Littlepip snaps twitching her ears.

“Oh, My god, I'm right,” I shouted, Of cores I'm right I just invented that detail.”

“Sir, I’m not a figment of your imagination,” Littlepip growls.

“From your perspective of course you’re not,” I smirked, “If this place can make devils why not angels. It’s all Gods design.”

Littlepip looks at me confused.

“You’re not from around here?” I sigh and mumbles, “Of course you are I just made up that detail.

Littlepip cocks her gun and aims it at me with tears in her eyes, “Stop talking about my life like that!”

“Oh, there was a gentle colt, a gentle colt,” A female voice singing draws our attention down the hallway.

“I was in love with him you know,”

“I tried to use my unicorn magic and take his heart so,”

A golden orange unicorn with a rusty blood mane stumbles across the view, As she walks down the adjoining hallway. A mug was fallowing her caught in a satin metal magical aurora.

We chased after the mare. When we turned the corner we heard a click clack of the mug dropping on the floor spilling its contents.

The mare had disappeared without a trace. We could still hear her voice.

“But my love was a pegasus and his heart would not take.”

“Then the wind came by and blew my love away,”

“So, I raise my glass and drink all day, drink all day,”

I sniffed the liquid on the floor. It had the scent of bitter alcohol and salty urine. I lick a little of it with my tongue. The familiar smooth burn went over my taste buds and it cleared my sinuses. My body ached for more and I resisted another lick.

Without acknowledging me, Littlepip walks past me. She turns her head around the corner. The hallway was empty.

The sound of a steam whistle hits my ears. I perk up in attention. Littlepip walks backwards as she looked up at the ceiling. A miniature train turns around the corner. It road along a small extension that stuck out the wall near the ceiling. The train road along it and from what I seen this wall extension extends all throughout the building.

Ka-op! Ka-op!

The lights down one of the hallways start popping. Different colored eyes showed up in the shadows.

“Milk! Mommy!” Voices cry in the darkness.

Littlepip and I slip through a side door. As we shut the door behind us blackness rush by the window. With a thud a burned foal covered in black soot presses its face against the window. Gemerald pink eyes and sharp teeth glare back at me.

We were in an office room with a bunch of cubicles against the wall. I caught Littlepip with her nose up sniffing the air.

“What is it?” I asked as I caught the scent too. It was the scent of a mare thick on the air.

Littlepip turns a chair around. A white powdery residue was in the middle of the seat.

“Oh,” I blushed, “Somepony was into something kinky.”

The little mare gives me a confused look.

I sigh, “You’re not a clever pony?”

Littlepip gives me an angry look.

“She was taking drugs up her vagina and masturbating to dissolve them faster.”

Littlepip recoils from the chair. “Celestia slap me! You can do that!”

I giggle, “You try to be tuff but you’re really a child you know that kid.”

The mare flashes me a look. Then turns her head away a mumbles to herself. I imagined her mumbling to some invisible mare. I guess it’s true now.

I kicked the mouse of the computer with my hoof. The screen pops on and a block of text appears. I took a moment to read it.

“This is one of my books,” I noted, “Oh, Dam it I can’t remember the name, I stopped naming them because my publisher always changed the name. Homage and Jokeblue were the main characters. One of the few lesbian love novels I’ve done.”

“What!” Littlepip snaps

“Sorry, You’re not offended are you?” I asked.

“Move!” Littlepip pushed me out of the way. Her eyes focused on the screen and she starts reading out loud.

“I shuttered in ecstatic release, Jokeblue let go her grip from my nethers. She crawls up and lays lovingly next to me. I could smell the scent of me on her lips.

She says, “I love you,” With her lips and her ears in twitching code language.

I touch my lover with my hoof petting her side. I know my touch was for not. The Killing Joke had dulled her nerves. She could feel my touch but the sensation was half or less of what I could feel. At least that’s what I always assumed.

This was why she was most death. Witch affected her development well growing up making many ponies think she was a little touched in the head. With the nature of the ponies of the wasteland she had been taken advantaged of until she was old enough to geld her first stallion.

I whisper something loving and privet in her ear as I looked down at her bandage hoof. The other day she stepped on a nail and was walking around with it in her hoof for goddess knows how long before she felt the pain.

She kisses me on the lips. I tasted salty sweet on her. With a smile I moved down the mare's body. Thinking how lucky I am that after all she been through that she was still willing to love.”

“Littlepip,” I shook the girl. She kept being unresponsive. Her eyes were staring off blankly as if she was looking into a memory orb.

I pulled the mare away from the computer. I lay her on the floor. Her legs sprayed out, frozen, still reading off a screen she’s not looking at. She was tearing horribly.

“We walked down the empty streets. I was gathering my nerves to speak.

“Jokeblue?” I spoke up, “You know I told you about that offer at Tenpony? If I take it we could settle down.”

Jokeblue looked back at me to read my lips better.

“What I’m saying,” I blushed, “Since we’d be settled down is… I want to have a baby.”

“You mean like adopted?” Jokeblue replied in her silent language.

“No I mean “have” a baby,” I answered, “Of my flesh and blood.”

Jokeblue’s ears droop,

“What’s wrong you don’t like the idea?” I asked.

“No, I’m infertile,” Jokeblue told me.

“Oh, honey I didn’t know,” I cried.

“It’s fine, You’re the one that wants the baby. What brought this about?” Jokeblue asked.

“Well my brother been dead for a while now,” I said sadly, “I’m the last in an important line of ponies. You remember how my father reacted after I told him about us?”

“I remember him slugging you,” Jokeblue flashed an angry look.

“He was right about my duty,” I replied.

“You don’t have to do that out of duty,” Jokeblue told me.

“No, that’s just a part of it,” I answered, “I want to have a baby because I love you. I want to give you all of me. A baby of my flesh is an embodiment of that trust and love we have.”

Jokeblue starts crying, “You’re such a stupid romantic.”

“I been looking up options in Tenpony,” I remarked, “Not much, there is this clinic but I heard it’s pretty hinky.”

“I’d imagine that it would be lucrative if you have to make repeat visits,” Jokeblue smiles, “Besides, I wouldn’t trust somepony to don't do a bait and switch when your back is turned.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” I smiled back, “There is a place called the Bronco Agency. They help mares. A lot of them mares like us find a suitable stallion to breed with.”

“You me physically straight from the source?” Jokeblue replied, “Logical.”

“They even help write out breeding contracts between two consenting parties,” I added, “In case there’s a specific pony I or we know a friend or acquaintance we wanted to breed with.”

“Do you have a specific pony in mind?” Jokeblue teased.

I blushed, “Well given my role and your role in this. It’s only right you choose the father. It’s basically going to be your foal too.”

The moment was broken by a noise. We cracked open the door of the abandon building. The sound of the foal crying had attracted our attention. The wood floor creeks under our hooves.

I took defense position by the door as Jokeblue walked over to the carriage. She saw the red light of the recording device and smelt the rot in the air.

Jokeblue steps on a board with her hindleg. The crack was so loud even she could hear it. The mare said something to me with her silent speech. My brain couldn’t process the moment.

I’d like to imagine that she said “I love you,” or “Stay away.” It didn’t matter I ran for her.

Jokeblue looked at me angrily. The glare shook me deeply.

There was some type of stick that snapped when weight was put on the board. Knowing the design the stick is most likely wedged between the boards and will drop when Jokeblue lifts her foot causing some kind of weight to fall.

“I can disarm it,” Jokeblue tells me.

“Let me,” I replied using the same face twitches.

“No, they could be watching. Don’t get any closer. Back away, run.” Jokeblue orders.

“I can still disarm it!” I frantically shouted.

“The closer you are the more likely you'll die, I will set this thing off and let my body shield you before I let you get closer.” Jokeblue cries.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I rushed over to the doorway. Jokeblue sticks her head under the carriage. The part she had to get to was just out of reach. Her foot slips.

Ka-Boom!

I flipped over landing on my butt. The explosion sliced my beloved into two. The sound of things dropping came from the floor above me. My instinct was to jump out of the building. The entire structure explodes behind me.”

Littlepip broke from the spell whaling. She rolls over sobbing in my lap. I stroked the filly’s mane.

“I was her,” She sobbed, “I was Homage, I felt everything she felt.”

“You know her?” I asked.

“She’s my mare friend,” Littlepip sits up and tells me. She stands up and turns her flank to me. “Sorry, you had to see that.”

“Littlepip, this place can hurt you if you let it, don’t shut yourself up, I’m hoping this isn’t you, “I told the mare.

“I am not a figment of your imagination or your daughter,” Littlepip snaps.

“Very well, I still have a daughter missing. I need to find her.” I replied to the mare.

“Do you know where your gear is?” She asked me.

“I assume those feral children took them,” I shrugged.

“Probably means there are more of them somewhere,” Littlepip points out.

“I had a holy talisman that protected me from creatures,” I told her, “I think those foals were this worlds way of removing it from me.”

“Unluckily for you I seem to have a habit of burning them out,” Littlepip remarks.

There was another door at the end of the room. It leads into a class room. We entered from the back. One of the masked foals sat in the front.

Littlepip shoots it in the back of the head before it could react to our presence.

“Please stop killing foals,” I looked at the mare sad eyed.

“They are mad,” Littlepip snapped.

“You’re not a poster child,” I snapped back.

We walked to the front of the class. The train enters the class room tooting. The track dipped down under the chalkboard and back up again.

As the train passed my view, I thought I could see little miniature ponies walking around in the train. Two ponies fought each other on the train roof. One looked like Littlepip and the other was a Zebra in a bowler hat.

“Littlepip, look at this,” I turned around to see the colt’s body flop.

“Errrrgh!” The thing shrieked as its mask falls off. The foal’s jaw had popped out of place making its mouth scream wide.

Littlepip jumps at the thing. Her hooves smashed the weakened skull. She continues to come down on the thing making a loud grunt with each blow.

“Thats enough!” I shouted at the mare reaching for her. She swigs around and smacks me in the face with her hoof. I stumble back my glasses rickashay off the wall.

Littlepip realizes what she done. She lowers her ears and tail and slinks off to the corner mumbling to herself.

I picked up my glasses and put them on. “Littlepip its okay,” I told the girl.

“I’m not a bad pony,” Littlepip snaps to herself.

I hold out my hoof. The mare does a breathing exercise with her hoof to her chest.

“I’m okay now,” She said coldly walking past me.

Out in the hall there were blobs of something trailing on the floor. It look like frosting and smelt sweet. I stick my nose to it.

“I wouldn’t eat that if I was you,” Littlepip remarks.

The sound of children laughing draws our attention. A round pony skull rolls across our view. Two masked foals jump into view holding sticks. They smash the skull like a water melon and gleefully eat the gray matter in side.

After seeing that, I had no issue with Littlepip taking them down.

“I was glad to see this place didn’t have anything as bad as Raiders,” Littlepip said sadly.

“Raider?” It took me a moment to remember, “We need to go to the library.”

Lucky for me there was convenient signage pointing out the way. Of course I checked rooms for Cherry as I walked. Honestly in the back of my mind at this point retrieving her isn’t going to be as simple as finding the filly under a desk.

“I’m not the crazy one,” Littlepip remarks to the invisible mare. She was watching me as I franticly grab abunch of books.

“I think this place as made us all a little crazy,” I replied.

“What?” The mare was pretending she wasn’t talking to herself.

“Ah,” I put a bunch of my novels down on the table in front of Littlepip, “Romance of the Apocalypse series. I didn’t start the series but I did pen it for a few years.”

“Romance of the Apocalypse,” Littlepip reads from the back of one of the books, “The post fallout world of Equestria.”

“This kind of stuff was popular after the ascension here,” I added, “Writers would imagine what the world would look like after we left.”

“What did you know about the world after the ascension?” Littlepip asked.

“The official statement was everyone was dead,” I answered.

“Sounds like something Stable-Tech would do,” Littlepip remarks, “You have no clue how lucky you are not to have been stuck in a Stable. Most failed before the end of the first generation. Mostly due to the headmares doing some weird social experiment with the Stable survivors.”

I flip the recorder of my pipbuck on, “What kind of experiments?”

“Mine was the control and was the last to open,” Littlepip told me. “The most interesting thing was how they treated ponies with cutie marks. They assumed whatever appeared on your flank was just the job you where meant to do. I was a pipbuck technician in training when I left.”

“What of the other Stables?” I asked.

“Most Stables seemed to be most ran by mares,” Littlepip continued, “The first Stable I entered after I left was ran by stallions they treated mares like scared fillies. At least I assume they did. When I got there they were all dead, killed by a chimera created by a filly unicorn’s magical discharge. Another Stable the computer killed everypony because the water talisman was damaged. Stable-Tech made them go into the Stable early to see what would happen. Before they could stop the experiment the bombs fell.”

“That doesn’t sound like their fault,” I point out.

“Stable 1 in Canterlot was meant to be a punishment for those of the government that allowed the war to happen and continue.” The mare tells me, “They wanted then princesses to suffer and all who fallow them and their children.”

“This explains a lot,” I cheered.

A tear rolls down Littlepip’s cheek, “Those fucks are still doing it. I know it, everyone here is part of it, think they would stop back in my world.”

I pat Littlepip on the shoulder, “It’s okay.”

“If they are alive they need to die,” The pony remarks to herself.

“Aren’t you a cute buck,” A female voice draws my attention.

I looked around to see no one else. Then there was a clat on wood. A mug had appeared on the front desk. I could smell the alcohol in the air.

Examining the area, there was no pony in sight. It was the same salty stuff from before. My body got the urge again. I found myself tipping over the glass with my muzzle.

“What are you doing?” Littlpip startled me.

“There was someone here just now,” I replied.

The two of us sniffed the air.

“Can’t get a scent on her with that pissy alcohol in the air,” Littlepip remarks.

“We should split up,” I suggested.

“You know how to use a gun?” Littlepip asked.

“Pointy end goes bang,” I remarked taking a side pistol from the pony.

I rutted along the floor trying to pick up the freshest scent to fallow. Littlepip slips a bunch of books in her saddle bag before she started sniffing around.

A smell sparked a memory. The image of my daughter Cherry popped in my head. With a second thought I slipped out the door.

The hallway was graffitied with child drawings. Not shocked given the occupants of this place. I heard a filly humming. It sounded like Cherry’s voice.

I turned the corner to see a little pink filly. A wave of paint fumes made my head spin. The filly notices me. Her anatomy seemed off, she slinked to me her back limbs seeming to stretch and squish reminding me of how a lizard moved.

“Well hello mister,” The filly says to me, “My name is Pinkie Bell, how do you like my decorations?”

“Decorations? You mean your drawings?” I asked.

“Oh, the drawings are just part of it,” Pinkie Bell smiles.

“Are you lost?” I replied to the girl.

“Aren’t you looking for somepony?” Pinkie Bell asks back.

“Yeah, My daughter Cherry Emerald,” As I spoke to the filly pink paint flowed up from under the floor tiles. It fell upwards to the ceiling reminding me of a lava lamp.

I grabbed the filly and ran back for the library. After shutting the door, I waited a moment to see if the thing was fallowing us. Nothing happened so I sighed in relief. Then the paint fumes got to me and I emptied my stomach.

“Are you okay mister?” Pinkie Bell asks me.

“That hallway has some gas that makes ponies sick,” I explained, “Your feeling okay?”

“Peachie Pie,” The filly replied taking a step toward me. Her fur was ripe with the smell of paint and I got sick again.

“Stay away,” I snapped at the girl.

The filly gave me a sad look.

“That gas is on your fur, it’s making me sicker,” I explained as politely as I could to the child.

“Ahhh!” I heard Littlepip scream.

I franticly looked around the room but the mare wasn’t in sight.

“What was that,” Pinkie Bell asked a scared tone in her voice.

“Things are going to be okay sweetie,” I told the girl.

I heard another scream, This one was across the room coming from one of the other hallways. I turn to run in that direction.

My hoof trips on something and I crash into the floor. I turned to see a creature I was familiar with.

I called them Tanuki Dogs. Small rotting dog like creatures that drag long stretched out scrotums along the ground. The scrotum changes shape to suit their will.

The Tanuki Dog’s scrotum took the form of a hand. The hand stretches out from the creature and grabs my throat. I had dropped the gun and was franticly reaching for it with my hoof. I got to it and I kicked it up to my mouth. I fired hitting the thing in the head.

I get up to my feet gasping for breath. More yapping of Tanuki’s. These creatures can turn invisible.

Pinkie Bell screams as a scrotum hand appears and grabs her. I turn on SATS and fire at the creature killing it. But there was still at least one more.

Darkness covers my view. The creature had wrapped it’s scrotum around my face like a sheet. I feel pain as the thing bites and scratch at me. I fire the gun still in my mouth. The thing shrieks and let’s go. Before it could run away I came down on it with my hoof.

Littlepip screams again. I made my way down the hall gasping in horror at what I saw.
A creature was raping her. A hairless buck monster I never seen before. Littlepip herself was caught in the trance of a memory orb. If I was to guess that was how the creature was allowed to come up behind her like that.

Pinkie Bell screams and turns away. “It's hurting her like they did to mommy.

In raged, I slip into SATS and fired at it. The head shot didn’t stop it from violating Littlepip. But the memory orb shatters.

Littlepip awakes screaming in horror. She fights and kicks causing both her and the creature to fall to the floor. I grab the creature in an attempt to pull it off of the mare. It was stud fast to her hind parts. I put my hoof on her flank and pushed. It gave way with a loud pop.

Its nads went squashed with my hoof. Red and white runs out from between Littlepip’s thighs. She was crying her pupils very wide.

“Oh, goddess no, Goddess no, please anything but this!” Littlepip screams. She grabs me and shouts. “They cum Party Time Mint-als!”

“You’re saying that thing was injecting a drug into you?” I asked.

“I know what Mint-als feel like,” Littlepip snaps, “I have taken Mint-als.” More tears streak down her eyes, “Get it out of me!”

I helped Littlepip to her feet. She swayed lethargic. I put her leg around my shoulder to help her keep balance.

“That filly looks like Silver Bell,” The mare weakly remarked.

Littlepip limped in pain with every step as I take her down the hallway. When the masked foals appeared the Mint-al like drug made her reaction fast.

Littlepip starts crying again. She look at me wide eyed. “If I used it does that mean they win?”

I didn’t know how to reply. So, I just kept moving forward.

We reached the shower room. I told Silver Bell to stay in the changing part of the room as I lay Littlepip down under the shower heads. She laid her head down on the tile looking absolutely exhausted.

I turned on the water. It made her flinch. The mare pulls her tail back and lifts her hindleg allowing the shower to wash her nether area. After a few moments she closes her legs with a grunt of pain.

“I have an empty Med X in my saddle bag,” Littlepip tells me, “Take it out.”

I pull out the syringe. Littlepip takes it with her magic and unscrews the needle. She sticks the end in the water and sucks it up. After I realized what she was going to do with it I turn away blushing.

“Mane? What can you tell me about sperm?” Littlepip asks me.

“Um, what do you want to know?” I answered nervously.

“This is similar to something that happened to me the other day,” Littlepip told me she blushed turning her gaze away.

The other day? how often does this happen to you?

“A Changling, there was some kind of venom or paralytic mixed in. It burned itself fairly quickly out of me. The creature that attacked me just now squirted it’s stuff deep inside me. What I want to know is, how long am I going to be like this?”

I sigh, “First of all, Mint-als are tricky. No matter how much of it you take it affects you just the same. When that effect wares off depends on how long it takes for it to get out of your system. It may take days for all the seamen to get out of your system.

“So he’s still in me too,” Littlepip said sadly. “It made me watch.”

“What?” I replied.

“The memory orb, it wasn’t normal,” Littlepip told me, “It made me see through the Pipbu-the creature’s eyes as it raped me. I could feel everything it felt. Hear my body scream as it came. The whole time I could feel the Mint-als kick in. Then time slowed down.”

I knelt down and gave Littlepip a hug. She cried into my shoulder. Soon after the pony past out.

I was placing her dripping wet body on a bench when I heard the locker rattle. A howling sound came from the locker. It was a machine like cat sound.

I move my face closer, Suddenly with sparks a saw blade cuts through the locker door nearly cutting my snout. With a crash a creature, A cross between a saw blade and a cat came spinning out onto the floor.

It bounced sending sparks everywhere. Both me and Pinkie Bell jump back from the thing. It ornated it’s self and went for Littlepip.

I turned on SATS and fired at the thing hitting it’s spinning blade. The monster was sent across the room hitting another set of lockers. It starts rickashaying across the floor. My second shot hit the thing in the head.

“What the fuck was that!” The commotion had woken Littlepip. I noticed her give a glance to Pinkie Bell out of the corner of her eye.

“Nothing, You can go back to sleep now,” I told the mare.

“I’d rather not,” Littlepip stands up with a grunt.

“Your okay?” I asked.

“My vagina hurts, luckily I’m stoned, but that is why my vagina hurts,” She answered coldly giving Pinkie Bell another glance.

“Sure you don’t want to recover more,” I suggested.

“This isn’t the first time this place hurt me,” Littlepip told me as she took a gulp of Healing Potion. “My First day hear this place attacked me with something that made my orgasms so hard it made me bleed.”

Pinkie Bell giggles, Littlepip looks at her out of the corner of her eye again.

“Maybe you shouldn’t say stuff like that in front of the filly,” I pointed out.

Littlepip in one swift motion, draws her gun and shoots the pink filly in the heart. I draw my gun on the mare. Pinkie Bells screams and runs over to the shower area.

“If you’re going to shoot me shoot me,” Littlepip snaps.

“I haven’t killed anything other than monsters,” I cried.

“That girl was a monster,” Littlepip told me.

We both creep toward the shower area.

“My mind has been slipping away,” Littlepip explains.

“Yeah, I could tell,” I replied.

“There been hallucinations and voices,” Littlepip continued, “This whole time I thought she wasn’t real, at least only real in my head. Otherwise how could a filly I know just show up out of the blue?”

Pinkie Bell sat under a running shower pink streaks ran down the floor. She was melting? Pinkie Bell had a wide inpony smile on her face as she was melting away. “It was fun play acting mister but it seems that somepony don’t want to play. I will go have a party with your daughter now.” The last bit of her flows down the drain.

“Who the fuck was that!” I yelled at Littlepip.

“In my world she was called Silver Bell,” Littlepip answered, “When I met her she had problems. In my mind I called her corrupted Laughter. On my journey I met many like her. Here they fused with the avatars of the Elements of Harmony making these corrupted demons. I’m pretty sure Silver Bell or Pinkie Bell has replaced Pinkie Pie somehow.”

“So, she’s after me and my daughter because of you?” I pointed out.

“I’m sorry,” Littlepip replied.

“I’m no closer to finding my daughter,” I sighed.

“It gets worst, Pinkie Pie is watching,” Littlepip remarks.

“What?” I wasn’t getting it.

“Pinkie Bell has Pinkie Pies powers at the very least,” Littlepip answers.

“Shit, so she knows where my daughter is?” I realized, “What do we do now?”

“She went down, have we tried the basement?” Littlepip shrugs.

I decided to trust her Mint-al addled brain. We made our way to the basement. The basement had its own set of classrooms. That train fallowed us.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the halls. We fallowed the sound to a class room. A bunch of masked colts were in the room. I let Littlepip take them out.

I found my saddle bags in the corner. A gaping hole was in the center of the room. The room’s desks and chairs were tossed aside.

The breathing sound came from the hole. The two gave each other one last look geared up and jumped in.

I felt the earth under my hooves. The air smelt just as soily. We noticed the breathing sound was going farther away. We could now hear moans and slushy eating sounds.

There were rows of fat bloated ponies as far as the eye could see. They were so fat their hooves couldn’t touch the ground. Their bodies were cover in large pussy sores.

I noticed their tails were shaved away. I could tell they were all mares with faucets sticking out their privet areas. From the front the mares were franticly eating white slime from feeding bags strapped to their heads.

“What the fuck” Littlepip remarks.

“It can’t be,” I noted as I turned the handle of the faucet. Yellow liquid leaks out. That salty alcohol smell hit our noses.

“What is this?” Littlepip asks.

“Something or somepony are mutating these mares,” I answered.

“Mutating into wha-oh,” A smile of realization appeared on Littlepip’s lips.

“Yes, Liquor barrels,” I point out, “That stuff they are eating smells high in sugar.”

“Most likely has some kind of drug to dossal them,” Littlepip adds.

“Some how the mares get fat and turn into these things,” I commented, “They plug the end to let it all ferment. A mutation like this would take days or weeks.”

Littlepip started to check her ammo.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“If you want to save your daughter tail up from me as fast as you can,” Littlepip orders.

I nodded and ran across a few rows. When I heard the gun fire I ran down the line. Each shot was about a second apart.

A black creature that towered over head ran past me. It had a large bug like mask and six arms. It was wearing a black cloak. I would have called it a fly man.

“Come at me you fucker!” I heard Littlepip shout.

I trip and found myself face first in fresh grass. I saw blue sky and felt warm sun. A wonderful looking yellow cottage was in front of me. I sampled the astroturf and it tasted sweet.

The inside of the cottage was not quite so pleasant. It reeked of pissy booze. Bottles lay strewn along the floor.

“Daddy!” My little girl came running up to me. She puts her forlegs around my neck in a hug. The paint smell made my head sway.

“Did you see a pink filly,” I asked Cherry.

“She was here daddy by she ran off with the Mr. Flies,” Cherry replied.

Errr,

I heard a mare’s voice from the other room. Drawing my gun, I creep over to check it out. A yellow and red mare struggled to set herself up. I noticed it was the mare I seen walking across the hall and singing not soon after meeting Littlepip.

“Who are you?” I demanded,

“Wheelie Witchcart,” The mare slurs, She looks at the bottles around her, “It’s not what you think, The pink filly knocked me out.”

“Pink filly?” I questioned.

“Where’s the other filly?” Witchcart looked around the room, “My son brought them both but the second one wasn’t a filly.”

“You mean my daughter? Your son brought my daughter here?” I asked.

“There were so many girls but they all disappeared,” The mare ranted, “Gun shots came, My son runs and the pink filly attacks me.”

The world starts to shimmer and distort around me like everything I was seeing was a mirage. Gun shots could be heard in the background.

“I need a drink!” Witchcart looks around franticly.

I realized what was going on and grabbed the mare, “No, this is reality! The truth of what you done.”

The cottage disappeared, We were standing in the middle of a field of white mushrooms beyond that rows of mares turned alcohol stills. Witchcart walks up to one of the mares and turns the faucet. She backs away in horror. Then she caught the cutie mark.

“No, no, This was one of my students!” Witchcart shouts tears rolled down her cheeks. After a moment she speaks up again. “Me and Cheerilee, We had a dream once. She had the power to open a school. I was a talented unicorn mage. I wished to help teach all young ponies all kinds of magic. Cheerilee wished to help.”

Witchcart closed her eyes. Her horn glows metal. She opens her eyes they glowed metal.

I could hear all the faucets around me turn at once. Gold liquid washed over the floor. The horn glowed brighter. The liquid ignited in flame and the flames started to spread.

The still ponies screamed as they caught on fire. Steam flowed out of their orifices the gas igniting. The first one explodes in a wet boom. Then another and another.

“We got to get out of here,” I told Witchcart.

The color leaves her horn and eyes. She starts sobbing in a frantic state.

“No, I want to die!” the mare shouts.

“If you do everything good you done in your life would be for not,” I snapped at the pony.

Witchcart nods her head in compliance.

“Cherry lets go,” I ordered.

“No the party just started,” Cherry said tapping both me and Witchcart on the flank.

We froze, my daughter’s flesh and clothing start to melt away. Pink bleeds through and Pinkie Bell comes into view. Paint consumed her body and she takes the shape of Pinkie Pie.

“Yeppies playing pretend is so much fun but it’s good to be myself,” The paint Pinkie Pie cheered.

I could see mine and Witchcart’s colors pull away. It didn’t hurt but I wanted to scream out. My body was going numb.

“Oh, I’m not going to end the party,” Pinkie Pie smiles, “I just want your attention. I want to play a game of hide and seek. I have your daughter it’s in a place dear to me.”

A large caliber bullet shoots through Pinkie Pie. She splatters all over the place and the pieces slink away. The colors came back to my body releasing me.

“Get out butts in gear people,” Littlepip snaps.

We ran back for the hole. By now the whole place was on fire. The air was thick with smoke and burning flesh. Still ponies randomly exploded around us spring us with boiling body fluids.

Witchcart trips over the body of the Fly Man. She removes the mask revealing a pony.

“My son!” She cries.

Littlepip bucks her in the back of the head and takes the pony up with her magic.

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“She’s hiding my daughter in some place special to her,” I remarked to the others.

We were all exhausted. We laid our heads low as we moped in one of the empty class rooms.

“What do we know about her?” Littlepip asks as she listened into her ear bloom.

“Well Pinkie Pie was a baker,” Witchcart points out holding an ice pack to her head. “Maybe the cake twins?”

“Been there,” Littlepip remarks, “By the way it looked I don’t think the Element of Laughter was nesting there.” Littlepip pause for a moment as if listening to some pony. “What’s the rock farms?”

Witchcart gives me a look.

“She’s new here,” I explained then turned to Littlepip, “It’s an area between the mountains and desert prairie. Stable-Tech has graced Silent Ponyville with biospheres for wild life.”

“So, there’s an area that would simulate a rock farm?” Littlepip asks.

“Yes,” I looked at Witchcart.

“I don’t know the area either,” She shrugs.

“Doesn’t Rarity have a colony at the mines or something over there?” Littlepip points out, “From my experience the Avertars of Harmony are pretty chummy.”

“Too, bad I don’t have my picture book of spells” Witchcart remarks.

“Does it look like this,” Littlepip smirks waving a book from her saddle bag, “I even found these letters.”

“My godess you found the lost spells as well,” Witchcart cheered, “But I need a few moments to put it together.”

“I don’t mind,” Littlepip replied with a smile.

When I got a chance I took Littlepip aside. “You seem to being doing better.”

“It’s hard to be crazy on a cleared mind,” Littlepip remarks, “I don’t know what will happen when the Mint-als ware off. Will I slip back into madness. It’s bad enough fighting my addiction when I was of clear mine.”

“Sure not being around other ponies isn’t playing a part in your clarity?” I asked.

Littlepip thought about it. “Could be.”

The sound of sirens pierced our ears. My body started feeling funny. The room goes dark.

When the lights came back on we were in a subway.

“Sorry about that,” Witchcart blushed, “I didn’t mean to activate the spell. I guess it’s more sensitive then I remember.”

“What is this?” I asked.

“I have a thing for trains and rails,” Witchcart answers.

“I noticed,” I replied.

“This is a transportation spell of sorts,” Witchcart told us, “I summoned a train that takes us anywhere with tracks”

“Only in Silent Ponyville I’m assuming,” Littlepip points out.

“Yes,” Witchcart answers.

“Didn’t think it was going to be that easy,” Littlepip sighs.

“Where’s the train?” I noted.

“D’ats coming,” I voice in a Zebra accent answers.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Mane Mason dies or fails to help Littlepip
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Littlepip awakes finding herself strapped to a barrel rack. A cow in a hazard suit stares the mare face to face. Another cow dressed like the other shaves the hair off her tail with an electric razor making her rear exposed.

“What are you doing to me!” Littlepip cries.

The cow spreads her hind lips. She lets out a yelp as the faucet was inserted into her. The pain makes the little pony tear up

A feeding bag is shoved over Littlepip’s face. It was full of sweet smelling white slime.

“Eat!” The cow ordered.

Littlepip refused,

The cow pushed up on the bag. The slime covers her nose and mouth cutting off her ability to breathe. After a few minutes of struggling for air she opens her mouth and inhales the slime swallowing it.

The cow takes the bag away. The drugs slide over her bodied and Littlepip’s mind floats away. A few minutes later the cow gives her the feeding bag again.

“Eat,” The cow orders.

Littlepip did as she was told without question and sucks up the goo.

As the days pass and Littlepip gets bigger and fatter as the sugary slime was fed to her. Soon she was as fat and swollen as the other ponies around her.