by neorenamon

Six months. Six months since anypony has seen the sun. Six months since Ponyville fell into the ground and was trapped there by the dark powers of Discord. We were the lucky ones. The ones outside were slaughtered without mercy or turned into monstrous mockeries of their former selves. It's a miracle that any of us managed to survive this long on stored food. It's a miracle that the water from the stream leaks down here without flooding the buried village. But soon we shall starve to death as well. It's hard to say what fate is worse. All we want is to see the precious sun once more. My name? Fluttershy...

...

"Oh Fluttershy," moaned Sweetie Belle, "My stomach... it hurts so bad..." She sat in the corner of the buried room wearing only a small tank top and black bikini briefs. She wasn't a foal, but a filly with still a lot of growing up to do. Only a dim magical light allowed anyone to see inside the room let alone out the door.

But Fluttershy was starving worse. They were saving the rest of the food for the foals, fillies and colts. Perhaps they most deserved the chance to see the sun once more.

"I know it hurts," she replied, "My stomach hurts too. But we can't give up hope that we'll find a way out of this... deathtrap. You have to keep the faith of Celestia's sun."

"You've been saying that for weeks," she said, "but we're no closer to the surface than we ever been. It's... hopeless..."

"Alright," answered Flutters quietly, "Gather the rest of the foals here... and the fillies and colts too... it's time to eat the last of the food so you might live..."

"But... what about you?!" she asked in dismay.

"I've already had a full life," replied the pastel yellow pegasus mare with pink hair, "But I've been lost since... I've lost my critters..." She began to sniff and weep because that's all the strength she had left to do.

The young unicorn rushed over to hug her. It didn't even matter that underground, no one cared about social niceties like their clothes any more. Or bathing. Only the foals were bothered to be dressed as if all the mares and stallions... somehow knew they would never leave the Ponyville deathtrap.

"IT'S SO NOT FAIR!!" she bawled as she glomp hugged Flutters.

"Fair?" she asked, "That word lost all meaning when Discord appeared. When Celestia and Luna vanished without a trace. When the world has been in a state of chaotic flux for a 1,000 years..."

Scootaloo stumbled into the room through the rough tunnel they managed to dig from one building to the next. That some how connected the remaining building of Ponyville not destroyed in the cataclysm. She was wearing an old black one-piece swimsuit that she used to wear with pride at Canterlot High for the swim team.

"What's up?" she asked with a forced smile.

"Flutters says we can eat now," replied Sweetie, "Go get the rest of the foals quick."

She managed to keep smiling as she replied, "Got it. Be right back."

Sweetie turned back to see Flutters crawling to the last box of food in this part of Ponyville. But she seemed so weak that she could barely pull herself along. She rushed to her side and began dragging the sweet mare over to the box of food.

"Don't waste your strength on me," she said quietly.

"NO!" she snapped, "You're the best pony friend I have! You deserve to see the sun again!"

"But I won't make it without food," she sighed.

"I DON'T CARE!" she cried, "EAT MY FOOD IF IT MEANS YOU CAN LIVE ANOTHER WEEK!"

"I can't do that to you," she said as her voice began to fail, "The young have to live..." Then she coughed her last as she fell limp.

"Flutters?" she asked. "FLUTTERS?!" she cried as she shook her body, "DON'T LEAVE US! DON'T LEAVE ME!!"

But she no longer had the will to live. She was gone...

"You promised you wouldn't leave me," she sobbed, "You wouldn't leave me like the way Apple Bloom did..."

"They're almost here," said Scoots as she looked in the doorway, "We can all..." Then she saw Sweetie holding the lifeless form of Fluttershy. "Oh no..." she cried as she burst into tears.

...

"We have to keep tunneling," said Mayor Mare, "Getting back to the surface is our only hope."

"But Mayor," said Bulk Biceps, "We're starving... we need rest... and food." He famous muscles were almost gone. His body was using them to fuel the rest of his body so he could keep digging. Digging ever closer to the surface with almost all of the mares and stallions left doing what they could to help.

"I feel your pain," she replied, "But as much as I want to lay down and give in to despair, I CAN'T! None of us can!"

"This diet of nothing but water is killing us," he protested.

"I swore the last of the food..." she sighed, "We'd leave that to keep the foals strong... strong enough to escape this hell..."

"But I'm not ready to die yet," he whined.

"Then keep digging towards Celestia's sun. That's our only hope." She smiled weakly as she added, "And we couldn't have made it this far without the strength and sacrifice of stallions like you..."

"Thank me when we're smiling under the sun Mayor."

"I promise."

A voice called from the distance. "Mayor!" called the stallion, "We've... found something!"

"What is it, Mister Time Turner?!" she called back.

"I... We're not sure!" he replied, "You better come see right away!"

So she left Bulk behind as she made her way through the dimly lit tunnel. She wondered what was so important that she had to backtrack in the tunnel half way back to the underground village.

"This is amazing," he said as he looked into a hole in the wall, "It's not even supposed to be here." A brown Earth pony of rather plain appearances topped by an old beat up mining helmet. Other than his white cotton briefs, he was wearing nothing else. Only the light from the miner's light kept him from being swallowed up by the darkness.

"What's not supposed to be here?"

"This... chamber..." he said as he looked back, "There's no building here... or was here... and this is surely no basement."

"Well what is it?" she asked back.

"I have no clue," he replied, "but... it feels like some kind of vault... or perhaps a crypt."

"You don't need to creep me out like that," sighed Mayor.

"I'm sorry," he answered, "but I know enough to say for sure we should be no where near the Ponyville Cemetery."

"Well where are we?"

He pulled a large sheet of paper from his pocket and squinted to read it in the dim light.

"I think we're somewhere under the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. The best place to hope we might find some kind of food left growing on the surface."

"Could we be under the Apple Clan's Family Cemetery?" she asked as she squinted to read the map as well.

"Quite possible," he answered, "It's hard to navigate underground with any degree of accuracy... Not without my lab... my instruments... without Twilight around any more... We must go in and check immediately."

"What about the sanctity of the dead?" she asked.

"We aren't a bunch of grave robbers," he sniffed, "We're just looking for a way out of this hell. I'm sure the spirits of the dead... if there are any... will surely forgive out trespass this one time. I'm going in first to make sure there's no traps set."

"But as Mayor..."

"No your grace," he snapped, "If anyone has to survive to look after the foals, it has to be YOU!"

"But I'm older than most of the survivors," she replied, "I've lost so much."

"You must live for them!" he continued, "With the library destroyed, only somepony like you can keep the history of Ponyville alive in their minds and hearts!" Without another word, he crawled into the hole. She could hear him shuffle around on all fours, disturbing the dust and loose stones within.

"Is there a way out?" she asked at last.

She shuddered when she heard him gasp aloud. Poking her head into the hole, she gasp, "What is it, Doc?!"

"There's something..." he began, "No. Somepony in here!" There was a pause as he added, "Like no mare I've ever seen before!" Then another pause as he added, "Come here quickly! She's... huge!"

'So he's finally gone off the deep end,' she thought as she crawled in after him.

But then she saw the mare in question, and she believed him. The orange Earth pony mare was at least a good 27 to 29 hooves tall and built like a brick hospital... with large breasts and hips as well. She had never seen such a mare before. Oddly enough, her forearms and forelegs were tightly wrapped in bandages of some sort. So was her stomach. But her naughty bits were just on full display... Not that the Mayor or Turner really cared at that point. On her flanks was a cutie mark of three blood red apples. There was a plain brown cowpony hat laying right next to her head.

"Is she... dead?" asked the Mayor.

"For six months?" he asked back, "Not possible. Not without any decay. If she died, it was very recently..."

"Could she be... alive?"

"I'll check," he said as he pressed his ear down between her impressive breasts. A moment passed as he listened.

"Well?!" she asked at last.

"I can't hear anything," he said at last, "But... she's not cold like a corpse... It doesn't make any sense."

But with his ear against her chest, he had no clue what happened next. Her eyes opened, and they were glowing orbs of white light that shone dimly in the dark. After all, his helmet light wasn't shining in the right direction with his head turned aside.

"SHE'S AWAKE!" she screamed, "THOSE EYES!"

"Huh?" he asked as he looked around. By then, the glow had faded leaving a pair of bright green eyes looking back at him.

"Howdy," she said softly.

He screamed like a little filly as he jumped back.

"Pardon Mister Time Turner," said the Mayor, "He can be... a little jumpy at times..."

"A-yup."

"I'm sure we've never met before," she continued as he fell on his flanks, "Please... who are you?"

"Applejack," she replied.

"That sounds familiar..." she said back, "Like I should know it... are you from the Apple Clan?!"

There was no answer.

"Look," she continued, "If you are one of them... you're probably the last one left. As far as we know, Discord destroyed every Apple down to the last mare and filly.

The large mare growled deeply, "DISCORD!!"

"I'm truly sorry about your loss," she said softly as she came up and touched the large mare's hand, "but unless we can get out of the ground, it won't matter. We're... all dying now..."

But Applejack stood up as she replied, "We go now."

"Go where?"

"To see the sun," she replied.

"Well she sure looks like she hasn't been starving," he said at last. Then he paused to add, "Dang. She scared me so bad that I peed myself..."

"To much information good Doctor," said the Mayor as Applejack moved to crawl out the hole. On the way out, she picked up the hat and placed it on her head. Somehow the hat seemed the right size for it even though the Mayor had never seen such a large hat before in her life.

Turner and the Mayor followed after her in awed silence. But about half way back, she suddenly stopped next to a huge boulder and looked at it. Then to their surprise, she pulled back her fist and punched it hard. The stone splintered under the force of the blow. Then she punched it again.

"Are you mad?!" asked Turner, "There's nothing beyond that rock but more rocks and dirt!"

But she kept punching and the rock kept breaking. Pieces began to fall around her in the tunnel. Right fist, then left. Over and over. The sound was drawing attention to her.

"What's going on here?!" called Bulk as he rushed back.

"I don't know..." began Turner.

"What the hay is that?!" he asked as he stopped cold. He was of course staring at Applejack's flanks, her golden ponytail and her similar tail. The Mayor noticed then that they were tied off at the ends. Both the mane and the tail.

"Some mare named Applejack," replied the Mayor.

Then she pushed the remains of the boulder with a mighty push, and it burst from the ground. Much to their surprise, the blessed sunlight came streaming into the tunnel. They could smell the fresh air. And perhaps something more.

"WE'RE FREE!!" scream the Doctor. He began scrambling up the hole towards the light scant hood lengths away. Then she heard him say, "By Celestia's sweet sun!"

"What is it?!" she called after him.

"There's some apple trees left!" he shouted, "They're somewhat past picking season, but I think most of them are still edible! We can all live now!"

But Sweetie Belle ran up wailing and weeping to the point she couldn't see where she was going. The Mayor grabbed her to stop her from running into a wall.

"What is it?!" she asked as she shook the filly.

"Flutters!" she choked, "She's... she's... GONE!!" Then she burst into uncontrollable weeping once more.

"Oh no," she replied, "Not when we're free." She started crying too. "It's so UNFAIR!!"

"I wanted her to have MY FOOD!" she bawled.

"You're so brave," she said as she hugged Sweetie tightly, "You have to live on... she would have wanted it that way..."

But Sweetie just cried and cried even as the blessed sun shone down on her and the Mayor through the hole.

...

When all the surviving ponies were out of the hole, they could see what was left of Sweet Apple Acres. The trees had not been tended in months. Six months. A far number of apples were already rotten. The trees didn't look so good either.

"It's not much," said Turner, "but we should be able to rebuild our strength and move on in search of Canterlot. If anypony could survive, it would have to be the unicorns in Canterlot."

"Everypony scatter and try to pick the best looking apples you can find," ordered the Mayor, "We'll save the more rotten apples in case we run out of good ones! Remember..." She paused to sniff. "The foals, fillies and colts get the first pick! The rest of you must make due with what's left!"

There was a grumble of dissatisfaction before the scattered around the huge orchard.

"The young ones," she added, "Stay close to the hole until we're sure it's safe. You must flee back into the hole at the first sign of danger. Leave any threat to the adults."

They nodded, including Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. But as the adults scattered, Sweetie leaned close to her friend and whispered, "We have to see if it's still there."

"What?" replied Scoots, "The CMC Club House?"

She simply nodded.

"But won't we get in trouble?!"

"Like that's ever stopped us before," she replied, "We... have to do this... for Apple Bloom."

She nodded silently as she followed after her unicorn friend. In the confusion, they soon lost sight of the adults, and none of them seemed to notice them slipping away.

"Oh this place was so beautiful once," sighed Sweetie as she sniffled and choked back a tear.

"The pride of Ponyville," replied Scoots.

Then the Clubhouse came into view. It was remarkably intact even after months of being alone. Well, intact considering it wasn't all that great to begin with. They began climbing the steps to the front door with Scoots in the lead.

"I hope no one's sacked the place while we've been gone," she said as she grabbed the door handle. She started opening the door outwards.

"We should be careful..." said Sweetie, but suddenly rough hands lashed out and grabbed Scoots by the shoulders. She was dragged inside before she could make a sound.

"Come in and play with us, little filly," said a rough stallion voice.

"No," she gasp.

"Come in or your little friend here gets it good!"

She meekly obeyed. When she stepped in, she could see a huge stallion grappling Scoots with one arms pinning down her arms and wings, and another over her mouth. Another stallion was starting to tie her up from shoulder to her ankles. Then Sweetie got grabbed as well from behind. Her mouth was covered too.

"Oh such sweet tender meat," said one, "Let's screw them stupid... and then EAT THEM!"

There was a half a dozen monsters in the room that might have been stallions at one time... but now they were just little better than hulking beasts with a taste for meat. Sweetie was horrified that she would meet her end... as meat. As they were tied up, their clothing was ripped off without care.

"Do we have enough wood left for a fire?" asked one.

"No," replied another, "I'm eating this one... pony tartar!"

"Mmmppphhh!" she protested against the hand over her mouth.

"Looks like they've been fed pretty well," said a third, "Maybe we should fatten them up some more with those Zap apples we found. I bet they're still good."

Soon the fillies were bound, gagged and tossed into the corner as the monsters leered at their helplessness.

'Why didn't we tell anypony where we were going?' she thought in vain. Then she realized, 'Oh yeah, they wouldn't have let us come here at all. It was a fool's errand from the start. Now we're gonna die here. By cannibal monsters no less...'

"Not on my watch, sugar-cube!" called a mare from outside. A large pair of hand burst through the flimsy wooden wall, grabbing one of the monsters and dragging outside before he could react.

"What the hay?!" called the largest of the monsters.

There was a short horrible scream before there was silence. Then a head was tossed back through the hole spraying blood from the stump. It looked like it was just ripped away from the body.

"They killed Kennel!" he screamed, "YOU BASTARDS!" They all jumped out the hole after who ever killed their buddy. Sweetie and Scoots could hear a huge brawl outside and wondered what army had come to save them. After a few moments, silence returned. Then an orange mare stuck in her head, tussled her golden mane, and smiled with her green eyes showing. But what bothered the fillies was the fact her body was all but drenched in blood.

"Howdy," she said, "Have ya free in a jiffy."

'Thank Celestia,' she thought.

by neorenamon

The Mayor picked over an apple with her teeth. It was only really rotten on one side and those worm ridden parts weren't that hard to avoid. Oh she could have probably used her influence as Mayor to get one of the good juicy apples for herself, but she had promised them to the foals, colts and fillies. They were the future of Ponyville after all.

She looked about at the various groups who gathered around each tree. Each pony had at least one decent apple to call their own. So far, she saw no signs of bullying or theft from anyone else. She was worried that once they were outside, some would resort to the "rule of the Everfree", and no one truly wanted to see the survival of the "fittest".

But there was some thoughts nagging at the back of her head. Something she just couldn't put into coherent notions at the time. Like it was something really important that she should do something about if she only knew what the problem was. But her thoughts were disturbed by a distant rumbling. It seemed to be coming from the direction of the ruins of Ponyville.

"It's really lucky that we got out when we did," said the Doctor before she even realized he was standing next to her.

"What?" she asked as she looked back over her shoulder.

"The hole that was Ponyville," he replied evenly, "It's getting wider and deeper." Then he paused to look in her concerned face. "Oh don't worry," he assured her, "We're at a safe distance here. But if we were still back there, we never could have dug ourselves out in time to avoid mass starvation and cannibalism... assuming thirst wouldn't have killed us first."

"Can we just keep that part under your scarf?" she asked, "No need to make the survivors feel any worse than they already do."

"Huh?" he asked as if he just started paying attention, "Oh... right."

"But I can't help the feeling that I've overlooked something," she sighed as she looked back at the apple. A small worm was crawling out of the rotten side as she watched. Suddenly the Doctor plucked out the worm and to her disgust, just swallowed the little thing whole.

"What?!" he asked innocently, "It's just protein."

"How we've fallen from our high horse," she sighed.

...

Roseluck, Daisy and Lily decided they were going afield to find the best apples to bring back to the others. They hadn't even bothered to tell anyone what they were planning to do. After all, the apple fields had clearly been abandoned for weeks. Surely there was no pony left to bother them.

"I really hope we can find some Golden Delicious," said Roseluck, "Those are the best."

"Oh no," replied Daisy, "Surely the Red Gala are the best."

"I'll be happy to take back whatever we can find," sighed Lily, "It's not like beggars can be choosers."

"Well even some apples too bad to eat can be juiced," offered Rose.

"There is that," replied Daisy, "but those apples can wait a little longer. We need the ones good enough to eat right now."

They were moving further away from the safety of the herd and didn't even seem to notice that there was no longer any of them within earshot. But with nopony yelling, they couldn't tell just how far out of sight they really were.

"Oh look at that," said Daisy, "Funny how that one apple tree of there is blooming when all the others are just dropping what's left of their old fruit."

"Ahead of its time," replied Roseluck, "Just like us. Let's take a closer look eh?"

So the three mares made their way over to the odd apple tree.

"Lovely blooms?"

"Any flower is pretty right now," mused Lily.

"Perhaps we should take some back with us as a sign that things can improve?"

"Why don't you stay here and amuse us instead?" said a nearby voice.

"Who said that?!" asked Rose.

Figures emerged from behind the trees. The mares were so oblivious that they must have walked right into their trap. All of them lean stallions with pale hides and all had a small black leather vest about their barrels.

"We're the Block B Gang," said the largest one, "and you're stealing our apples. You have to pay the penalty."

"We didn't know!" replied Lily.

"You didn't post any signs!" retorted Rose.

"Are you mocking us?" said another.

Rose lucked about and realized the were almost surrounded and badly outnumbered. "RUN!" she screamed as she bolted back in the direction of the others. Lily and Daisy started running as well. But they were still weak from hunger and had no chance of running away from the healthier stallions. Fingers flailed at at them seeking to pull them in or drag them down.

Being the slowest of the three, Rose felt the grasping fingers grip what was her shirt as it was torn away from her body. Her modest breasts were soon exposed. After all, there was no longer a social need to wear bras down in the hole that was Ponyville. Then one of them managed to grab the waistband of her briefs. He pulled her back into the arms of the ones chasing her even as they were torn away as well. Soon there was a good three or four of them piling on top of her.

"HELP US!" she screamed before a pair of hands clamped down on her mouth.

She could see that the other two were similarly caught and piled on as well. Very soon, they were striped nude as well.

"Remember," said one, "The boss will kill us if he doesn't get the first choice!"

"They don't call him Mad without reason," agreed another.

"It's good that you recall me," said the deepest voice of all.

"We could never forget our one true leader," said the first, "Mad Sandow!"

Rose could see the massive figure approaching them standing a good 30 hands tall. So tall that the mare perched on his shoulder looked like a toy by comparison. His muscles looked so bulky that even Bulk Biceps on his best day looked weaker. The left side of his face looked to have been badly burned at one time and didn't heal very well. It almost looked like the eye on that side was damaged as well, and she wondered if he could even see out of that eye now.

The mare on his shoulder looked almost like a porcelain doll. Her coat was so pure white that she might have been an albino. Even her eyes were pink. But what struck her was the black five-pointed star over her left eye. And the blood red stain on her lips. Her head was topped with a black bowler hat from under which her snow white mane spilled. Her modest perky breasts were shown openly as well, with a black star of similar shape and larger size over her right one covering it fully down to her nipple. Only her loins were covered with a black lace bikini bottom.

Her heart stopped a second as he walked up to the ones pinning her down. He leered down on her, and through his smile, she could see that his teeth were somehow transformed into canine teeth. Like those of a meat eating monster.

"This one belongs to me and my precious," he said as he reached down. His hand was so large that it engulfed the back of her head. It seemed almost effortless as he lifted her off the ground. "Dispose of the other two as you see fit."

"You better not make a fuss," said the mare on his shoulder, "It would be a shame to have to break your pretty little neck before we've had our fun with you."

"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded as she was carried back in the direction they had come from.

"Do as we say and you shall keep living," he ordered.

Rose gulped hard.

"Is this far enough, Blackstar?" he asked over his shoulder.

She nodded as she hopped off his shoulders. Now that she was down and could see her more clearly, she realized that the cutie marks on her flanks were quite literally a single large black five pointed star.

Then Roseluck found herself pushed face first against a large old apple tree. She couldn't see, but guessed Blackstar was pulling her arms apart and binding them at the wrists to the thick tree limbs. Her arms were soon aching from being pulled apart so far. Then she felt her right leg being pulled about the side of the tree as a rope was tied about just at the fetlock. It was pulled about the side of the tree until she felt her other leg grabbed and a rope tied about it the same way. Now she felt like her legs were hugging the thick tree trunk.

"Now get her worked up for me sweetie," he said as he backed away.

"Don't I always?" she asked as Rose as her tail was pulled aside and she felt a nose being pressed into her mareslit. The strange mare was sniffing her deeply, blowing her hot breath across her pussy from top to bottom. She was making the point to do it as loudly as possible. Hand were taking her thighs in a tight grip even as she hung there from the ropes holding her against the tree trunk.

"Please don't..." begged Rose.

"Make any noise you want," she hissed, "No one can hear you now. Whine, cry and scream if you want. It only makes Mad Sandow even more... worked up."

The huge stallion darkly chuckled behind her as the mare began to lick and suck at Rose's nether lips. She was soon getting all wet as her arousal began to grow. Blackstar seemed to have a lot of practice giving oral gratification to mares. Her tongue pressed ever deeper into Rose's birth canal.

"Getting her off always makes you so hot," moaned the huge stallion, "I'm going to do you while you get her rocks off."

Judging by the sounds, she guessed that he was now fucking Blackstar even as she was eating her helpless pussy out.

"Oh boss," moaned Black as she paused from eating Rose out, "You cock... is so big! If fill my pussy so tightly!"

"And when I'm done filling you," he moaned, "I'll fill this bitch up with my seed as well."

"Oh no," moaned Rose, "I don't want any monster's foals!"

"She called you a monster," panted Black, "How cute..." Then she returned to eating out Rose. The tied down mare was getting truly hot and wet from Black's tongue and mouth. She could almost feel her juices flowing from her birth canal down her netherlips and over her inner thighs. It might even make her cum before the boss' cock even touched her.

"Only the strongest will survive in this world. ONLY THE MONSTERS WILL REMAIN!"

"Somepony save me," she wailed.

"No one will save a bitch like you."

"Oh cursed Celestia," moaned Black, "I can feel your cock opening in me..."

"Oh yeah," he groaned back, "Soon I'll fill you up good!"

"I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT!" she cried. Soon she was moaning aloud as Rose could just imagine the monster pumping the much smaller mare full of his seed. She could imagine what was going to happen to her if his cock was any where near the same scale as the rest of him. It seemed like minutes passed before Black pulled away from her pussy.

"Now it's your turn," he groaned as he rammed his cock right up into her, "I've got plenty to spare for you!"

Rose was right. It felt like his massive cock was going to split her birth canal as it was rammed up her without warning. Even as wet as she was inside, it still felt like there was resistance as he pushed up almost into her womb itself. She couldn't help but scream as she was taken so roughly and without mercy.

"Oh yeah!" he cried, "She's as tight as you were the first time I screwed your brains out!"

There was a pout from behind her.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, "It doesn't matter how many bitches I fuck, you'll only be the one for me."

"But I'll never give you the colt you want," she sniffed.

Rose was being fucked hard as he continued, "But there's magic out there that can fix you."

'Does this monster... actually care for Blackstar?!' thought Rose.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, "Invade Canterlot and make those bastard unicorns fix me?!"

"I'll storm the gates of hell for you!"

Rose felt the mare's hand stroking her breast aside the tree. She could see in the corner of her eye that Black had come up on her left hand side.

"Must we eat all of them boss?" she asked as she stroked the nipple with her fingers.

"If my dollface wants her own pet," he replied as he fucked her harder, "How can I say no?"

'EAT THE OTHERS?!' she thought in horror.

Suddenly she could feel his seed erupting into her womb like a small geyser. It literally felt like it was being filled up with all of the monster's seed being pumped into it.

"OH YEAH!!"

'OH NO!!'

by neoreanmon

After Roseluck was carried away by Mad Sandow and his mare pet, Daisy and Lilly were left to the tender mercies of his stallion thugs. And these monsters had no mercy in them. It was burned from their souls by the struggle to be strong and survive the fall of Equestria and the disappearance of the Princess so many centuries ago. The ponies that remained in those dark ages were divided into two groups: The victims and the victimizers. Prey and predator. Strong and weak. If you didn't know you were the later, then you were most likely the former.

They weren't very patient either. Not willing to wait their turn, they decided that three stallions would take each mare at the same time by having one lay on his back and take hold of her about her waist and arms. He got to bang her ass. The one behind got to take her pussy. And the one in front made her bend her head back to give him oral satisfaction. Sometimes a fourth would amuse himself by mauling their sweet breasts while they waited. If they were better endowed, they might have even tried stepping over their stomach and tit fucking them to bring them up to four stallions at once. They might have forced the mares to give them hand jobs to boot if their hands were securely bound behind their backs. Of course, the higher ranking thugs went first. The other would have to settle for very sloppy seconds and thirds.

The stallion had been going for a while. Their mouth, ass and pussy all had large amounts of seed pumped into them at least once already. And it was quite a lot. Both of the mares all but choked on the horse-like cocks and the copious amount of seed they has to swallow. And they both were as sore as heck for the rough treatment they were getting. They would have hand prints on various parts of their bodies for days because of hard tight those hands gripped them... assuming they would live that long.

"Oh yeah," moaned one stallion as he reamed Lilly's pussy hard, "Such sweet meat. It feels like it's been weeks since I've had such a good fuck!"

"I'm sure they'll taste just as good all grilled up!" hissed another as he waited for his turn.

"Well that can wait," he grunted, "You know the boss and his pet get the first choice of all the meat."

"Well it's not fair," he complained, "Why does that useless bitch get choice meat?"

"Because you damn well know as much as he helps us survive, Sandow will damn well kill YOU if you talk smack about his bitch."

"It's still not fair."

All of the other stallions chuckled.

"Sandow decides what's fair now!" he replied, "There's no gods and goddesses left for you to whine to!"

The whiner fell quiet. Suddenly one of the stallions cried out in pain as he ripped his cock out of Daisy's mouth.

"OUCH!" he cried, "The damn bitch BIT ME! She bit my schlong!"

But Daisy was busy vomiting up into the air onto her own face, chest and stomach. It was all a mix of apple and cum. The bitten stallion came up and slammed both fists into the temples of her head. She suddenly began jerking around like she was having a seizure.

"Dammit!" called another, "You could have waited until we were all done screwing her!"

"No bitch bites me and lives to brag about it!" he swore as he grabbed her head and twisted it around 180. The popping sounds from her neck were sickening, but she soon stopped vomiting and spasming. But the stallions in her ass and pussy kept banging her body anyways. It almost didn't even matter that she was dead.

"NOOO!!" screamed a filly nearby.

The stallions looked to see two naked fillies staring at them in utter horror. They looked like they just walked around the trunk of a large apple tree and just came upon their list orgy.

One of the stallions whipped out a really large combat knife and put it to Lilly's throat. "Come over here like good little fillies or this bitch's head and body become strangers!" he commanded the two of them.

"We gotta do as they say," said Sweetie.

"No way," hissed Scoots, "Even if we do as they say, they're gonna murder Lilly anyways!"

"I promise the other bitch won't get killed like her bitch buddy if you just do as we say."

Sweetie and Scoots threw their arms up. A couple of stallions began approaching them carrying coils of ropes in their hands.

"You lyin sack of meadow muffins," growled a deep mare's voice, "You're gonna eat these poor mares and fillies, an ah can't let ya do that to them."

Since all of the stallions were staring at the naked fillies, none of them saw Applejack sneak up on the one with the blade to Lilly's throat. Before he had a clue, she just grabbed his head and ripped it clean off his body with a spray of blood from the stump of his neck. The head was thrown several yards back away from the body. When this happened, Sweetie and Scoots suddenly climbed up into the tree before the stallions could move.

"Curse you bitch monster!" screamed one of the thugs and several of them came straight at Applejack.

She just punched him in the face so hard that her fist just went clean through and exploded out the back of his head. There was a crimson and gray mist spraying all over the place. Then she kicked the body hard and sent it flying into the stallion behind him. They both went flying back several yards and fell into a heap.

"Yer souls are stained with yer evil deeds!" she cursed, "Now die and go to Tartarus with the other demon scum!"

Several leaped into the air to land on her at the same time as one shouted back, "How dare you preach to us, bitch! The only virtue left is survival and the gods bless that only to the STRONG!"

They made a pile on top of Applejack as they started punching, kicking and biting her as hard as they could. Even the ones still holding Lilly dropped her and jumped onto the pile. Sweetie and Scoots jumped down and dragged the messy weakened mare behind their tree with them. They hoped if they were out of sight, they would be out of mind.

"This bitch is powerful!" cussed one of the stallions, "I can barely keep her down!"

"We can't take chances with this one!" called another, "Just kill this monster and we'll all eat well later!"

"Pity we can't fuck her," said another, "I bet'ya that poontang could take a full blown yak cock with room to spare. Those boobs could feed a small herd by themselves."

"Screw you and die!" swore Scoots as she began pelting the stallions with rotten apples. But even as hard as she threw them, it was only a very small annoyance that made the stallions very angry.

"Will somepony kill that bitch!" screamed another, "Just shut her damn trap already!"

The next thing Scoots could see, the stallions were flying away from Applejack like she just impersonated a bomb exploding. She was even back on her hooves. It only seemed like a couple of seconds before they were all back on their feet and rushing to attack her again. But now she took something big from under her hat. Scoots could identify what it was until she saw the really big sharp blade snap out of it. It had to be the largest folding knife that she had ever seen. Her eyes were glowing with a bright white light again.

One slash at the nearest stallion, and he split in two. His head, right shoulder and right arm went flying as the rest of his body was knocked back falling down with a tumbling roll. Then the second one got split down the middle from the top of his head to his crotch. But the blade must have got stopped somewhere in his hip bone because Applejack let the blade go.

Two stallions grabbed her, each taking one arm. But she simply brought her arms together and smashed them into each other face first. This reduced their faces to paste even as she let them stumble back from each other. One tried to jump her from behind, but stumbled and wound up grabbing her legs instead. But without missing a beat, she used her super strong thighs to just crush his head between them.

Three more stallions tackled her from the side, knocking her down and making her hat fall off. One grabbed her legs at the knees. Another grabbed her waist. The third tried to pin down her arms under her great breasts. Three more jumped on the pile. In the melee, one of them pulled a small wide knife and slashed Applejack across the right side jugular vein. Blood from her neck wound sprayed all over.

"NOOO!!" screamed Scoots and she broke off a branch and prepared to use the sharp end like a small spear.

But Applejack began to glow. The blood she sprayed became crimson ghost ponies of various shapes, sizes and ages from foals to feeble old coots. The ghosts swept around and came in to viciously punch, kick and bite at the stallions. Only one ever made a sound, and all the stallion said was "E-YUP!" Sweetie could almost swear she saw Apple Bloom as one of the red ghosts. She even looked right at Sweetie and Scoots as she winked at them.

Soon the stallions were torn to shreds and what was left was beaten to a pulp. Dead silence soon fell over the battle sight. Then one of the oldest looking mares walked up to Applejack and said, "Child, you still gotta lot of work ta do. Ya can't rest yet." The ghosts just seemed to flow back into her neck before the wound closed. She was still battered, bruised and bitten in many places. Laying on the ground covered in blood and gore, she lay still.

Scoots ran up to her and began shaking her head. "Get up!" she cried, "We still need your help!" When she didn't move, she just began slapping her hard one cheek after another.

"Stop it!" screamed Sweetie as she ran up and grabbed Scoot's arm.

"Y'all don't gotta scream like that," moaned Applejack, "I ain't dead ya know."

Scoots pulled her arm loose and wrapped them both about the mares head. She buried her face into her mane and began bawling without any restraint at all.

"Scoots!" yelled Sweetie, "You're getting yourself all bloody and gross!"

"OH NO!" screamed Lilly as she stared at Daisy's limp body, "Not her! Not Daisy!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted dead away.

Applejack sat up holding the weeping Scootaloo in her arms. "We all are gonna get Miss Roseluck back," she swore as Scoots continued to wail and shudder. "But first I'm taking y'all back to the others. It ain't safe going with me," she said as she looked around, "These here critters are just the small fry. The big boss... he got Roseluck."

Tucking Scoots under one arm, she picked up Lilly with the other and tossed her over her shoulder with her legs and flanks facing ahead of her. Then she began walking back to the place where the remains of Ponyville was waiting.

"We gotta get to the house," said Sweetie as she looked at the bloody mess that was Applejack and the blood that was getting on both Scoots and Lilly as well, "I hope by Celestia's sun that the water pump and their zinc bathtub are still usable."

There was no reply.

by neorenamon

Mad Sandow looked on as his pet Blackstar continued to fondle her own pet Roseluck as she was tied to the apple tree. She could feel his copious amounts of seed still leaking from her mareslit down her inner thighs.

"Look dollface," he said to them, "I better make sure the gang hasn't tried to get the choice pieces of meat before we do." He stood and turned as he added, "Just stay here with the new bitch until I return." As he walked by the two mares, she could feel his huge coarse hand grab her flank over her cutie mark and squeeze it hard. "I must say your flower cutie mark is one of the prettiest I've seen to date."

Roseluck sniffled and wept as she listened to him stomp off. She thought escaping the underground of the collapsed Ponyville would be much better than what it turned out to be: A monster's sex slave.

After a few moments, she could feel Blackstar's more modest breasts rub against her back as she reached around her torso to resume playing with the helpless mare's breasts herself.

"I'd say you were lucky," she whispered into Rose's ear.

"Lucky?!" she asked back in dismay.

"Yeah," she said, "Lucky. As long as I'm looking after you, you won't get eaten or murdered. All you have to do is stay submissive to Mad Sandow and do as I say."

"How can you monsters eat pony flesh?!" she hissed as she tried to look back over her shoulder.

"Don't you understand?!" she replied as she nibbled one of Rose's earlobes, "Ever since Discord upset the balance, the sunshine has never been dependable. Look at this sick apple orchard around us. Even with no pony tending it, it should still be doing better than this."

She looked at other trees through the branch in limbs her head was basically stuck in. The trees... didn't look so good. At first, she was only concerned about gathering what was left of the good fruit, but now that Black mentioned it, the trees didn't look healthy.

"But pony flesh?!" she continued.

"With the plants sick, the animals have also suffered," sighed Black, "We have to compete with them for what remains of the good plants. Eating animals used to be enough while they lasted. It literally takes thousands of pounds of plants to grow a cow."

"So?"

"I'm... I'm too weak willed to let myself starve to death," she sobbed, "But what choice to we have? Ponies are the only plentiful meat there is left around here." She placed her hands on Rose's shoulder as she whispered closer to her ear, "Eating pony meat makes me sick. I hate it. I hate myself for being reduced to a life like this. But Sandow saved me. Saved my worthless life. Just like he protects the members of the Block B Gang."

"There... must be a place where life has to be better than this," sobbed Roseluck, "Like Canterlot. It's not that far from here. Only a couple of days on our hooves."

The sound Black made was a cross between sobbing and laughing. "As soon as their mages detect I've been eating pony meat to survive, they'd put me to death as fast as they could get me to the executioner's block. That's what they do to all of us who did what they have to... just to survive another day..."

"That can't be right!" protested Rose, "Celestia would never..."

"She's not around any more!!" came the retort, "and no one like her was left in charge!!" Rose could feel the tears falling on her shoulder. "I just want to eat daisy sandwiches and have a normal foal... Is that so much to ask? But in the world damned by Discord..." She was crying too hard to say anything more.

"I have to believe that Celestia is watching us from somewhere... waiting to return to us... and save us from this hell," whispered Rose.

She wept for several minutes until she whispered, "If I leave him, I'd be dead within the week. As long as I keep in his favor, I swear I'll keep you alive as well... If that ever goes... we're both dead meat."

Rose realized that Blackstar was as much a prisoner of the Gang as she was now.

...

Mad Sandow soon came upon the little clubhouse they found in the apple orchard. He was letting some of his "officers" use the place. They were too lazy to just make do with the grass and dirt around them. Having a roof over their head made them feel... more important. But as long as they did their jobs, he didn't care if they were feeling smug and superior as long as they didn't try that crap with him.

But soon his nose was assaulted with an all too familiar scent. The smell of dead pony. There was something laying on the ground ahead that he hurried forward to look at. It was a body. A headless body.

"Jack?!" he asked to no pony in particular. Even without a head, he knew his gang well enough to know each of them by their build. He looked up to see the broken wall and the large hole in it. As he came closer, there was more mangled bodies laying around the sides of the place. It looked like they were chopped up by a small army or perhaps a huge monster, but there hadn't been signs of monsters in the area for weeks. Even in times like these, they tended to keep to wild areas like the Everfree Forest.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" he screamed at the sky as if it was going to answer him, "I'LL MURDER THEM!!"

Tossing all of the remains inside the building, he removed a silver lighter from his vest pocket and set the place on fire. About a tenth of his gang burned up with the crappy old treehouse.

"Ain't none of my gang going to be scavenger chow," he cursed as he turned to walk away. He began walking in the direction he last saw his men with the other two mares. But he wasn't in too much of a hurry. There was more of his gang there. Surely they could look after themselves. There was no army remaining. No Guard to harass them. They were too tough for the monsters to hunt. Only the largest and most vicious monster would even think about trying to take his gang down.

...

It didn't seem very long before Applejack and her party came upon the main compound of Sweet Apple Acres. While it was is disrepair, it didn't look too bad from the outside. The doors on all the buildings were broken in, and she was sure anything remotely useful was looted from them months ago.

As she came around the side of the house, she could see a group of ponies gathered about the pump. Doc Turner was pumping the handle furiously as a line of Ponyvillers waited to fill their pails with the fresh water from the aquifer underneath the farm. Looking down at her arm, she noticed that Scoots had cried herself to sleep a while ago. And the one called Lilly she carried over her shoulder showed no signs of coming around herself.

Sweetie followed along behind in silence. She was too traumatized to make small talk.

"Goodness!" yelled the Mayor as she ran over, "What happened to you?!"

Turner stopped pumping as he looked at them as well.

"Gang attacked us," said Applejack briefly.

"Well where are they now?!" asked the Mayor in some alarm.

"Burning in Tartarus," she replied evenly.

She began checking on Scoots as the Doc came running over. It was a total relief that none of the blood on the pegasus filly was her own. There was no sign of external wounds.

"Give her to me," said Turner as he approached from the other side.

Applejack passed Lilly over to him from her shoulder to his arms, but only used her free arm to hold Scoots closer to her chest.

"I don't see any wounds," he said as he looked Lily over, "It must be some other blood on her."

"That's good to know," she replied, "It looks like Scoots is the same way..." She paused to look over Applejack before she exclaimed, "Wait, are those bite marks on you?!"

"Those monsters!" cried Sweetie Belle, "They're CANNIBALS!! They wanted to eat us!!"

"That's horrible," replied the Doctor, "What has Equestrian society been reduced to?!"

The Mayor placed her hand on Applejack's bicep as she said, "I don't know how to thank you. But whatever food we can find, we'll share with you as long as you're here."

Applejack just snorted as she carried Scoots towards the front door of the house.

"Going to clean up?" she asked hopefully, "I can't promise you a lot of water, but I'm sure there's enough for a good sponge bath."

"I'll get some water to them as soon as I'm done at the pump," he said as they continued to walk away and Sweetie quietly walked behind her. "And as soon as I take care of Miss Lily here," he added as he looked at the mare in his arms.

"I'll get Bulk to pump the water," said the Mayor, "You clean her up and make sure she doesn't have any small wounds we can't see."

"Very good," he said as he began carrying her towards the pumps. He still needed some water to clean her up with.

...

Scoots awoke to a splash on her side. The water felt cold and it came as a shock to her. She opened her eyes to see that she was in a large zinc bathtub, and that Sweetie was on one side while Applejack was on the other. The large mare was using water and a sponge to clean the blood off her hide. It was pooling in the bottom with the small amount of water being used to clean her.

"Scoots?!" asked Sweetie, "Are you okay?!"

"The horror," sobbed Scoots. She looked at Applejack who was still covered in blood. "Why isn't she cleaning herself first?!" she asked in surprise, "She's much worse than me."

"I asked her to go first," came the reply, "but she insisted you get cleaned first."

"A-yup," she agreed. For a second, Scoots felt like she was close to Apple Bloom again even though she was dead and gone. It felt like seeing the ghosts that came from Applejack's body was just a fading nightmare she suffered while sleeping in her arms.

"I wish... I had a big sister like you," sighed Scoots as she looked up to Applejack's shining green eyes.

"No," she said firmly, "Ya don't want to be around the likes of me. Only death shall follow me until my work here is done."

"DEATH?!" asked Sweetie.

"There is much evil in the world that must be cut away," she continued, "It must be removed before the world can return to a sense of being civilized an all. I am the knife that shall cut the evil out of Equestria's body."

"That sounds sad," commented Sweetie.

"And then I must remove the heart of darkness itself," she swore, "Either Discord or I must be the only one left after we fight. Those he's corrupted and slain must be... AVENGED!"

"But Discord's a god," whined Scoots, "How can you kill a god?!"

"Ah don't know yet," she replied, "But... I got no choice but to try."

"So... you're gonna leave us... like Apple Bloom did?" she said as she began to choke up again.

"When I'm done, her spirit will rest with all of the other dead. She didn't leave because she wanted to go. She didn't want to leave either of you all."

"So you can... speak to the spirits?"

"Not really sugar-cube," she replied, "Ah... just git a feelin bout what they're thinkin..."

Scoots grabbed her arm and cried, "I don't want you to leave us!"

"Ah ain't leaving til that monster Sandow ain't gonna bother y'all any more."

by neorenamon

Now it was Applejack's turn to sit in the tub and be fussed over while the blood and mess was scrubbed from her hide. Scoots and Sweetie were quite happy to provide a service for the one who saved their lives back at the old CMC Clubhouse. But they managed to embarrass her with their commentary as they worked.

"Feel those biceps," cooed Scoots, "They're like steel cables. I betcha she could bend a crowbar into a pretzel without even trying so hard."

"Aw shucks," she replied with a bit of a blush.

"Well look at her flanks," said Sweetie, "She could probably leg press every pony left in Ponyville at once."

"Aw, well ah wouldn't..."

"And check out of those boobies," added Scoots.

"Huh?"

Before she knew what was happening, she had grabbed one of the giant's breasts and was fondling it.

"Now see here..."

"Stop it Scoots!" cried Sweetie as she blushed herself.

"I might not be grown up yet," she said as her voice seemed to drop an octave, "but I can tell the way all of those naughty stallions were staring at your tits. They want you..." Her one hand began rubbing palm down over Applejack's nipple as she blushed even hotter. "They want to screw you... knock you up..." She leaned closer and said right into her ear, "make you have their foals..."

"Stop talking like that," protested Sweetie, "You're scaring me!"

But Scoots leaned in and began nibbling at Applejack's throat. Her nipple was growing firm from Scoot's caressing even as she leaned her head back and began breathing faster.

"Ah... please... ya shouldn't be doin such thangs..."

"In this world," she moaned as she paused from her nibbles, "You have to grow up fast if you want to live." She moved up to nibbling at the tip of her ear as she continued, "Serve the strong or be their victim."

"What are you doing?!" said Sweetie as she came around to the other side of the tub, "This isn't like you!!" She grabbed at Scoot's arm and tried to pull her away from Applejack.

But she seemed stronger than she should have been. Sweetie just wasn't strong enough to pull her away. Her hand squeezed her tit hard enough that her nipple was now popping out between her thumb and nearest finger. It was almost fully erect against the fingers that were squeezing it.

"This ain't right..."

"So how are things going..." said a stallion from the doorway.

"Don't look Doc!" protested Sweetie as she kept pulling in vain at Scoot's arm.

But to her surprise, he came over to the tub's side and slapped Scoots hard in the side of her face.

"That will be quite enough of that, young lady!" he scolded her.

Scoots let go and seemed to recoil back into herself.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he asked as he looked from one to the other.

"It ain't her fault," replied Applejack as she looked back into his eyes, "The spirit of Discord must have been trying to posses her. She didn't know what she was doin."

"Oh please," he moaned as he rolled his eyes, "That's about the oldest excuse in the book."

"I'm so sorry," pleaded Scoots as she covered her face with her hands and began to cry. Sweetie hugged her from behind as she sought to comfort her friend.

"Now take your little friend and go," he commanded them, "Perhaps some time on her own will let her think about the wrong she just tried. If I were in charge, I'd let her go hungry for the night too. This kind of behavior is not acceptable."

He folded his arms as she watched Sweetie guide Scoots out of the room. Then he looked down on Applejack and said, "Well, I better finish up where they left off." He knelt down beside her and picked up the sponge.

"Alrighty," she replied, "but they..."

He began scrubbing her thigh as he worked over her cutie mark.

"I must confess I've never imagined such a fine mare as yourself ever being seen in this world," he said as he cleaned her right leg, the sponge moving in growing circles.

"That's might kinda'ya to say an all," she said as she found herself blushing again.

"I don't know what Scootaloo saw in you," he said as he leaned closer to her ear, "but I know what I like. And what I see is what I like."

The sponge had drifted over her thigh to her crotch even as he was speaking.

"Ah don't reckon that needs ta be..."

He smiled as he began rubbing the sponge against her mareslit.

"Just look at those tits," he said, "Those hips. You're practically a foal making machine my dear."

"Doc?!" she asked as he rubbed her pussy harder from her clit sheath to her anus.

"And with so many gone under the rule of Chaos," he purred, "Every new foal in the world is truly precious..."

She looked into his eyes and saw a wicked grin. He wasn't like the gentlestallion she had seen earlier. He stopped and stood to glare down over her in the tub and she could see the tight tent pitched in his shorts.

"You have to give us foals," he moaned as he pulled them down and his throbbing cock was now on display.

"No," moaned Applejack, "It's the spirit of..."

"Turn over," he commanded, "I must mate with you right now!"

But she seemed to be listening to a voice that Turner couldn't before she said, "Apple Bloom says you ain't like this."

"Oh really?!" he asked, "I suppose you're talking to the dead now?!" He grabbed her thigh and tried to make her turn over.

"Yes," she moaned, "Yer a gentlestallion. Ya don't treat mares like this."

"In a world of chaos," he growled, "change is the new normal!" He climbed into the tub so that he was now stadling her side. His hand reached out and grabbed her erect nipple. She winced as he pulled on it hard.

"I don't wanna hurt you none," she moaned.

"Then just let me fuck you!" he commanded, "No one has to get hurt!"

His other hand grabbed the base of her tail. No her was using that to pulled her around so that her flanks her more on top. His erection was soon rubbing against the hairs of her tail.

"You know you want this bitch!!" he growled as his voice changed. Deepened. His eyes were slowing turning red and seemed to be glowing in the dim light.

"So how's our guest doing Mister Turner?" asked the Mayor as she looked in, "Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo passed me in the hall and they both looked quite upset about... oh my!"

"GO AWAY YOU STUPID COW!" he yelled at her, "CAN'T YOU SEE I'M ABOUT TO FUCK THIS MARE HERE?!"

Suddenly, the Mayor became indignant as she replied, "Now see here, Mister Turner! This is no way to treat a guest!"

"Get away Mayor!!" called Applejack, "The spirit of chaos has taken him over!! He ain't himself right now!!"

"Don't go," he said with a dark chuckle, "Watch me fuck her stupid and then... I'll fuck the hell out of you!"

But the Mayor boldly walked over to the tub and slapped him hard to his muzzle.

"Bad Doctor!" she scolded, "Bad!"

We winced with her slap, but then punched her in the face even harder. She fell backwards and landed on her flank.

"How dare you strike me!" he hissed, "I should KILL you for that!"

Then Applejack slapped him and knocked him clean out of the tub onto the floor next to the Mayor.

"By the horn of Tirek that hurt!" he cussed as his voice changed again, "What's going on here?!" Then he paused to realize he had a full erection and added, "Goodness! When did this happen?!"

The Mayor slapped him across the muzzle again.

"HEY!" he protested, "What was that for?!"

"Slapping your Mayor!" she replied.

"I surely didn't... I wouldn't..." he said as he looked at her nose beginning to bruise, "Did I?!"

"You was possessed by the spirit of chaos," said Applejack, "It makes good ponies do bad things. If'n it goes on too long, one can become evil for good. And then... they become a monster... Or worse, a demon."

"Oh," he said as he slapped himself, "I'm so sorry." Then he shook his head hard.

"I'm sure we can overlook this little..."

"It's MAD SANDOW!!" yelled Bulk from outside, "He's come to KILL US ALL!" There was suddenly a bellow outside and then the sound of panic and chaos was heard.

"You killed my gang!" he screamed, "And now ALL OF YOU DIE!!"

"I gotta stop that there monster!" yelled Applejack as she jumped out of the tub, grabbed her hat and ran out of the room.

"But Miss!" called the Mayor after her, "What about... uh... your clothes?!"

But Applejack was already running down the stairs and towards the front door.

"I... uh... am sure she'll be... just fine," he said awkwardly. But then he noticed that the Mayor was staring at his erection. It was still just as large and hard as it was while he was in the tub. "Mayor?!" he asked.

She stood and began stripping as she said, "I may be old, but I'm not dead yet."

"Well... really now," he said as he backed up against the side of the tub, "You never seemed interested in..."

She finished stripping and stepped up to his cock. Soon, she wrapped her hand about the head as she purred, "Well I've never seen you quite like this before. No point letting your boner go to waste is there?"

He blushed as she began positioning her pussy over the head of his cock.