Originally there was never going to be a 3rd Heat chapter, but Yamston just couldn't live with that so he wrote it himself. With him being an expert on LTD, and me going over everything, this chapter is indeed CANON.

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I sat on one of the couches in the Lounge, Spark at my side, as the rest of my friends were being teleported in by Frederic. He just finished the bunker a few days ago. Thank God! I did not want a repeat of last year, not when Spark is here this time.

[Think of the pussy! Spark will be safe with Frederic and our other friends!]
{Not doing it, Break. I don’t want a bunch of kids running around because God fixed my balls, one kid is enough for now.}
<One kid?>
[Oh right, you count Kara for some reason.]
<Pets are very important to the family. A source of unconditional love is something to cherish.>
[...Didn’t we have a dog?]

“Where’s Mom? Uncle Frederic said this was going to be the best sleepover ever, “ said Spark, fidgeting right next to me.

I forced out a chuckle, “It’s a guy’s night out thing. She said we needed some father son bonding.”

Spark pointed a hoof across the room, “But Mrs. Ditzy is here.”

I looked over to see a visibly pregnant Ditzy huddled next to Cody, who was busy comforting her. She shouldn’t be affected by the heat, so I think it’s fine to keep her here. Though, there was last year with Luna and Twilight…

I waved it off, “She’s going to have a colt… I think. Totally counts.”

He tilted his head to the side, “I guess that makes sense.”

“Attention everypony!” Frederic announced on the bar counter,” Oh! And make sure to cover Spark’s ears real quick, Lance.”

Frederic paced back and forth, “Unfortunately, Heat season came early this year. However! Unlike last time, we have this bunker. For the next 3 days all of us will be holed up in safety as mad mares ravage the land for seed! I know many of you will miss your partners and other family, but there was no other choice. This is for the best.” A projector lit up on the back wall, showing the building layout. Jesus! That’s fucking huge! “Now then, here’s the plan..”

I looked around at the group as Frederic talked about rules or whatever. Among my friends were Peter, David(And his two foals too. brutal), Aaron, Seth, Zorrow, Drax, Alexander, Cody, and Ditzy.

…Wait… Where the hell is Greg?

[He’s upping his pussy game! With us gone he’s got bitches for miles!]
{Of course. That’s so Greg.}
<Oh dear. How do you think Pinkie will handle him breaking his Pinkie Promise?>
[That on top of her in heat? I salute the poor bastard.]

“...Everyone got that?” Finished Frederic, “Alright, enjoy yourselves now, eh?”

Great, now I can stop pretending to listen. I’ll just ask Spark to ‘remind’ me later.

I took my hooves off of Spark, “Got all that, bud?”

Spark shook his head, “got what, dad?!”

Crap! Oh well. Time to find my room and settle in.

Malbatorus trotted, yes, trotted, down the road to Ponyville in his sexy new pony body. Well, it is not really new, he had had it for the past few months, in fact. Nevermind that, why didn’t he just become a pony in the first place? Yeah, the dragon form was neat, but no one really wanted to be his friend… well he had ‘friends’, but no one cared enough to visit him all the way in the forest.

But he was a new stallion now! And all he had to do was give away his holy energy to that red witch. Not like he needed it.

As he neared Ponyville he began to smell a very odd stench. Must be an event he wasn’t invited to… as usual.

Where is everypony anyway? It’s like a ghost town- oh! There’s a mare right over there.

He waved over to her, “Hey miss?! Is there something I’m missing?! I’m a bit late to the party!”

The mare snapped her head right towards Malbatorus, staring deep into his soul with glassy eyes.

Then from around the corner another mare stared at him. Then one from the window… then another… and another.

That’s a lot of mares… this is awkward.

He tried to laugh it off, “Hehe, so what’s th-”

“STALLION!” All of them screeched at once.

Before he could collect his thoughts he was tackled by the horde. On all sides he was pinned down . His pony body must be working already! He didn’t even need Fluttershy! Wait? What are they doing? Getting a bit forcefu- STOP! NO NOT THERE!

His screams were one of many that day.

“That looks great.” I said through a forced smile.

“Thanks Dad! Can I put it on the fridge?” Spark said as he hopped around.

I shamefully put down my own drawing. I thought I’d try to distract Spark by doodling with him, but not only was he pretty good, he was better than me!

“Sure thing. Gimme,” I said as I stuck the piece of art on the fridge door, only for it to fall down to the floor, as Frederic neglected to buy fridge magnets.

“Hey Lance! You mind helping me out here? I really need a break. “ Said a voice, who turned out to be a disheveled looking David holding his two newborn foals, Azure Moon and Lightning, both of which spent the last 30 minutes crying, much to everyone’s discomfort.

<Aww, is that a rabbit onesie? It’s so cute.>
[Gay!]

“Yeah, be there in a sec!” I yelled. I turned to Spark, “Stay here for me, bud.” He nodded and stared at his fallen picture, then I walked over to David and took Lightning from his hooves, calming the foal with the rocking motions Twilight drilled into me months ago.

A few minutes later Azure passed out alongside her brother. David slumped over in relief, “Thank god. You’re a lifesaver, Lance. Being a father is just… UGH! No one else gets it.”

I laughed, “True. Can’t really say Frederic is experiencing the troubles of fatherhood when he has Luna and the castle staff taking care of all of it.”

“I can hear you!” Yelled Frederic, who was across the room, almost waking up the foals, “You have a problem with my parenting, say it to my face! Bit of a hypocrite when Greg aged your kid past all the hard parts, eh?”

Yeah, don’t remind me. I know who I’m tripping first if worse comes to worst.

[He’s not fucking here, remember?]
{I forgot...}

I turned back to David, “You’ll get used to it. I mean, look at me! Being a dad at 17 wasn’t so bad… thanks to Twilight.”

David set down Azure in her stroller and rubbed his eyebags, “Yeah, you have Twilight… “ He looked down at the ground, a solemn look painted on his face, “...But with Dash… She’s… I don’t know if I can do this alone. This whole thing is just… I’m not ready to be a dad. I get no sleep, and… and I feel like I don’t know what to do. Taking care of two foals? Me?! I don’t know how to handle this. What if I fuck them up horribly?! All I know how to do is draw porn! Not like I can do that anymore! Dash made me take down all my art and gave away my hoodie! I mean, like… I get it! But my one hobby is gone and Dash is off in heat a-and I just miss her! Only a few hours and I already feel like I’m falling apart! I’m just… what do I do? Dash is f-fucking and I’m just… fuck…” He rested his head in his hoofs, trying not to tear up, “Sorry I’m just… tired…”

[Holy shit dude. Unprompted trauma dump.]
<David is going through a lot. I think we should->
[Hold the fuck up! Did he say he got rid of all the pony porn?! Fucking BOOOO!]
<That’s what you’re upset about?! It’s for the wellbeing of their foals!>
[I showed Spark memories of Twilight jumping on our fat dick and he seems fine.]
{Dawn, replay the memory of seeing our mom’s… you know.}
<On it.>
[Wait don’t you fucking dare!]

Ignoring them, I put my hoof on David’s shoulder, causing him to still, “You’re not alone here, David. All of… Most of us are going to be here. Bronies stick together, right?.” No reaction, different approach,” And it’s only 3 days, you’ll see her soon.”

“I guess…” He mumbled.

I slid down on the wall next to him.There wasn’t anything I could think of to say, so I sat there waiting for him to open up.

A minute later he lifted his head up a little, “How the fuck do you do it, man?”

I glanced over to him a bit confused, “Do what?”

David lethargically waved his hoof around, “Anything really. You go into a coma and wake up like nothing happened. You get raped, several times from what I’ve heard,and are fine a few hours later. You keep getting attacked by these evil motherfuckers and bounce back up like it didn’t happen. You DIE and it’s no biggie. I just don’t… are you stupid?”

I laughed, “Yeah, a bit. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I gotta do it. Quitting’s not my thing.” I put my arm in a brohoof gesture, “I know I got my bros with me. Same thing for you.”

He bumped by hoof, “Yeah, best bro-nies.”

Break took over before I could reply, “That was the gayest fucking thing I’ve heard today.”

David burst out laughing, waking the twins from their nap.

A young mare sat alone at a table in the corner, lamenting the loss of a thing most dear. Even a year later the bitter hatred gnawed at her heart, but it was okay, the wrath kept away the numbing apathy that dared consume her.

It was because of them, those filthy Bronies, that she suffered so. Thanks to HIM, she lost her innocence, her childhood cut down by the same blade that took her father.

In due time she would join the Equestrian Army and forge her body and mind into the perfect vessel of justice to bring HIM in.

He WILL fall to her hoof. It is not a declaration, it is an inevitability. By Celestia, even by the Brony God, she will bring C…

“Lunch is ready! Get in line before it runs out! Hon hon hon” Called a voice from the kitchen.

…n to Hell itself! Oh, it appears the luncheon is on.

A quick glimpse at the line told her that it would run out before she was even half way through it. Do not mistake her as ungrateful, it is a miracle that the shelter was able to house most of Ponyville’s youth on such a short notice, let alone feed them a reasonable quantity. But there were only so many adults to keep things in order, as most stallions had already fled the town when the news of the Heat arrived.

A shift in the seat across from her revealed a blue colt, about half her age, started grumbling, “Bucking stupid line. I never get any of La Fluky’s cooking! It’s always that loser Omnius’ food. I hate nutrient paste!”
She shook her head, internally, for appearances, and moved to correct him for such a foolish mindset, “I would be grateful for any kind of food, regardless of taste, or lack thereof.”

The colt started squirming, “Who bucking asked you, bitch? Nice eyeliner, faggot! Bet you’re here because your daddy bailed on you!”

The young mare’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull, the urge to demonstrate justice on this brat nearly took her, but she reeled in control. She will save her fury for HIM, for now she will deal with this in a more delicate matter

“My father was murdered.” She stated simply

The colt deflated, “Oh… yeah, I get that.”

She turned to look back at the corner, her favorite corner of the past few hours, “Not many do.”

The colt tapped his hooves together in contemplation, struggling to make a decision.

“Speak. If you have something to say, then say it. Otherwise, don’t.” She said without looking back from the corner.

Gathering his resolve, he spoke about the thing bugging him, “Do you, uh… know about the school thing?”

“Be more specific. I can not read your mind.” A simple request, she hated wasting time. Not when HE still roams free.

“Um... okay. I meant the… massacre. My Dad was one of the guards... “ he muttered, uncomfortable to be bringing up the event.

She snapped back to him. Now he had her attention,” You mean when a rogue brony slaughtered an entire squad of guards? The one from a year ago? The March 1st massacre?”

He nodded

“Who was your father? I’m certain he was a brave stallion.” She asked. She finally found someone who could relate to this pain that plagues her soul. Respecting one of her own father’s men is the least she could do.

“He was Blitz. A Corporal. Corporal Blitz!” He stated, cheering up a little.

Corporal Blitz… Ah yes, she remembered her father compending the stallion’s tenacity. He was in position to be promoted, one that he would never live to see.

She straightened her back, “Corporal Blitz was an admirable soldier. You should be proud to be his son.”

He punched the air in imitation of a guard,” Hell yeah! I’m gonna be a guard just like dad and beat up all those bronies!,” He stopped his play fighting and turned quizzically to her, “How’d your dad die?”

She folded her hooves and laid her chin atop, “By the very same brony. That night my father, Lieutenant Brink, was killed by a monster in pony’s skin”

“Who’s that?” He asked, not really knowing who that was.

Breathe in, breathe out. It hardly matters, she supposed, “A great stallion. Now, may I inquire about your name?”

“I’m Blitz!“ When she didn’t react, he continued, “Everyone in my family names their coolest son Blitz. Me, My dad, my pappy, and some other old people are called that.”

“Interesting.” she said. It truly was, but she didn’t know how to react to such information, “My name is Strawell. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hi Strawell. You’re pretty cool- Oh buck, Omnius is coming over here, I gotta bail.” He said as he ran off into the countless other colts and fillies running amok.

Just like that the punished soul was alone again, left to think of the day she would bring the one who murdered her father to justice. Your days are numbered, Cody Benson.

I finish tucking Spark in, the little tyke having passed out a little while ago. Thankfully this year’s heat is going great, WAY better than last year. Without Greg here it didn’t immediately go to shit.

[Yo Lance! Let’s go the the bar and get fucking wasted!]
{I’m an angel now. We’re not supposed to drink… I think.}
[Don’t be a damn square! When was the last time God actually punished anyone? If Frederic’s Dad and Cody got second chances then it sure as hell is okay if we drink one fucking beer!]
{I guess you’re right. It’s okay if an angel does it.}
<I don’t think that’s the best precedent to set forward.>
[Dawn, you know neither of us knows what the fuck that means.]

With that I made my way to the bar in the lounge. Upon arriving I spotted Drax on one of the stools and sat next to the quiet guy. Like, when’s the last time I talked to Drax?

Noticing me, Drax spoke with a cheer, “Ah, Lance. How is everything going? Spark doing well?”

“Fine so far.” I said. Picking out one of the bottles, one with a fancy name I didn’t know how to pronounce, and poured myself a cup of the stuff, “It’s busywork trying to keep Spark entertained, but he doesn’t know about all the stuff going on outside. I want him to keep his innocence as long as possible.”

I took a sip… and spit it right back out! Gross! Why is there a bottle of lime juice in the bar?! I hate lime!

Drax barked out a laugh before roughly patting me on the back, “Yes, that would be for the best. The heat is not something one so young should have to go through. Why, I remember my first heat. It was… hmmn.” He said as he scrunched his brows

“It was what? Don’t leave me hanging.“ I said as I went to grab another non-lime drink from the bar.

He sat in a thinking pose for a bit, before relaxing and going back to his own drink, “Well, I do not recall my first heat… or the ones after that, but I suppose I blocked them out. The adult mind is not so forgiving.”

“I wish I could forget my first heat…” I said as I drank from my new bottle. Wait, this is pineapple juice… pretty tasty!

[NO! Don’t drink the fruity femboy booze! Drink like a real fucking stallion!]
<I think all of the bottles are juice. Seems Frederic didn’t trust the bronies with alcohol.>
[Noooooo! That bitch Frederic betrayed us!]

We spent the next few minutes talking about guy things. Well, it was mostly me talking about things I did on earth, Drax isn’t the partying type.

I gulped down the rest of my juice. I’m sure Twilight will thank me for it later. Satisfied, I turned back to Drax, “So.. how’s it going with Dali?” I asked. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her… despite living in her house for a while.

A whimsical look spread across his face, “Ah Dali, my gleaming siren. She is so beautiful that I fall in love with her all over again every time I see her…” An embarrassed look popped onto his face,” …but to answer your question, everything is going well. We’ve been thinking about starting our own business lately.”

A business? That sounds interesting. I get all my money from Frederic, so I haven’t had to work since I got fired from the cafe. Fast food work is just… not for me.

[I can’t believe Freddy is our sugar daddy…]
<Lance, we should really think about providing for our family on our own means.>
{I’ll think about it.}
[No the hell you aren’t! We can read your mind, dumbass!]

Done with my bottle, I went to throw it away, but because I wanted to be cool about it, I tossed it across the room to the trash bin.

*Crash!*

It missed, shattering on the wall to the left of my target. I quickly turned to Drax. I'll let someone else deal with that mess, “What kind of business?”

He shook his head, “Lance…” He started, before deciding to ignore my antics, as most do,” We were planning on going into real estate, it was her idea actually. She said ‘with how often the buildings get destroyed, the housing market must be booming!’”

Damn, didn’t know Dali was such a vulture.

As if reading my thoughts, Drax quickly followed up, “She means it in the best possible way, of course. Dali could never take advantage of someone…well, when she’s not in heat, that is.”

Ooo, poor Dali. The Heat is especially rough for her. If I know anything about her culture it’s that they are very touch starved, “Did you set up all the chains before you left?” I asked.

Drax let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh no, we had to upgrade. This time she’s locked herself into a safe… and if that’s not enough she has an electric collar to pacify her if she leaves the basement.”

Why didn’t I think of doing that with Twilight?

[Magic.]

Oh right. I stretched and let out a yawn, “Nice catching up with you Drax, but I’m done for the day.” I said as I walked back to my room.

He waved, “See you later, Lance.”

Red Storm lay in his cell, head resting on his hooves, as he counted the tiles in the ceiling for the… well he lost count, but it was a lot.

“I need some diiiiiick…” someone drawled from the cell next to his

How did it come to this? Locked in a cell wasting away isn’t what Storm wanted, and the harassment from Draco didn’t help things.

Oh yeah, money. Not many know this, but the reason he became a minion for Val, and eventually Nightmare, was just for monetary gain. Well, it wasn’t just greed motivating him, but desperation as well.

“Storm! Just slide that dick through the bars. Come on! I’m hungry!” Whined Draco, lustful as ever.

Storm never thought himself as very smart, and to be honest was a bit of a bum. After his parents kicked him out, he stayed at his friend’s place… until they kicked him out too. Storm never got around to the whole job thing, mostly because he couldn’t. He needed an ID and would need to know how to file taxes. He certainly tried, but the second he tried looking at legal documents his mind would glaze over… the whole thing just left him feeling very confused and stupid. Others tried to help, but he felt like a lost cause.

So, if he couldn’t exist within the law, then he might as well live outside of it. Not long after he was employed by Val at the Pleasant Fields station. He wasn’t exactly proud of working there, but at least he didn’t have to look at paperwork.

“Please! I’ll be quick with it! I’m so horny!” Shouted Draco as he tried to shake the bars.

Whenever he does get out of here, he should try getting his shit together. Maybe he’ll ask Lance for help.

If only so he would never have to see his cellmate again.

“Dad, I’m so boooooored!” Said Spark as he tried to do a hoofstand (Handst-?

[Do not.]

H-hoofstand against the back wall. Clearly at his wit’s end.

<Poor Spark. The only other kids here are David’s, and they’re a bit too young to play with.>
[Fucking tell me about it. This place is a fucking BORE!]
{Yeah, I know… but I’d rather not let me or spark get raped.}
[Where the hell are Frederic’s kids anyways? He’s not holding out on us, is he?]
{I’ll ask him later.}

“I’ll find something for you to do, bud. I’m sure Uncle Frederic has something.” I said as I opened the door, “Just stay patient for a little longer.”

“O-okay… dad.” Spark muttered, struggling to stay upside down. I should leave before he hurts himself.

I left my room to go to Frederic’s office. Now to just find it.

It was quiet as Fawn sat alone in the dining room, with the occasional crunching disturbing the peace as she ate her cereal.

‘I should really learn to cook’ she had thought to herself. With her mother off in Heat, and her Dad forgetting to take her with him to the bunker, she only had the most basic of foods to eat.

It’s not like she blamed them for leaving her behind. She’s too young to be in Heat, and wouldn’t be a target like her brother might be. If anything she would be taking up their space.

Fawn sat thinking about the current problem running through Equestria. The Heat was something of an enigma to her. It just didn’t make any sense, biologically or culturally, but perhaps she was too immature to understand such things.

Even if she didn’t understand it, the heat just felt so out of place. After overhearing what happened to her Dad last time, she wanted to make sense of it, but she couldn’t find information on it anywhere. Not a single book talked about it, not even in those biology books she snuck home.

Perhaps the strangest thing is that she has memories of it always being a thing, like it was always there, even when it was proved otherwise. Sure she witnessed the catastrophe of the Heat last year, but nothing before that.

Back when she was with her parents… her REAL parents, she couldn’t recall a single moment of such a thing. But then this feeling tells her it did happen.

Fawn shook her head, finished with her breakfast. What did she know? She was just a kid.

After a few minutes of wandering around the complex, I found a door with ‘Frederic’s Office’ stamped in bold letters. Below that was a sign saying ‘Do Not Enter’ in bright red.

‘Must be for the other bronies,’ I thought. Frederic was like a brother to me, so I entered without knocking.

Inside the room was a pretty cozy looking office. Frederic was in a chair facing towards… a bunch of monitors? Frederic had tv and didn’t even tell me?!

As I walked forward I saw what Frederic was intently watching. It appeared to be… Ponyville? And is that Canterlot? I think I can see my house in one of the shots.

[Is he watching the heat go down?! He should’ve invited us!]
<This seems a bit excessive, don’t you think?>

I didn’t really like the idea of a camera pointed at my house, but I’m sure Frederic had a good reason.

“Yo Frederic!” I yelled, causing Frederic to jump out of his seat in shock… Oh God, is that his wang?!

Catching his bearings, Frederic looked pissed, “Lance! I said to not go into my office! Can’t you read?!” He said as he tried to cover up his lower half.

I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment, doing my best to not look at that, “Guess not…”

“What the hell do you want, Lance?! I’m busy here!” Snapped Frederic, clearly wanting to get rid of me.

[Yeah, ‘busy’. We’re going to come back here later to ask for the tapes.]

Right, I wanted to ask something, “Is there anything to do around here? Like any board games?” I asked.

“That’s it?” He yelled. Suddenly his horn glowed and a flash enveloped the room. A bunch of boxes were shoved into my hooves, “There, now get the hell out of here, eh.”

I was then covered in a green glow and teleported back to my room. Shortly after I heard a gasp and a thud. Looking over I saw a fallen over Spark, face red from being upside down for so long.

Picking up a box at random, I showed it to Spark, “Who wants to play Marenopoly?”

Spark did a sick flip and snatched the box from my hooves, “Yay! Marenopoly!”

Giro stood before the throne of the demon that ruined his world. Long mummified bodies of countless ponies decorated the vile room, twisted and molded into mockeries of furniture, with those he held most dear unified as the chandelier.

Nightmare himself hadn’t reacted as Giro marched forward, merely glancing at him as an insect not aware of its impending demise.

“Nightmare!” Giro raged, stomping and cracking the stone tiling, “This is the end! This is the day you die!”

Just as before, Nightmare didn’t react, at first, but soon a low rumbling permeated the room. The demon burst out into an ear splitting cackle that echoed through the lifeless halls of this forsaken castle.

“You have failed before, insect, and will fail again!” Taunted Nightmare as his presence shook the walls. His previous expression of boredom long gone, now replaced by a hungry glare, “But since you saved me the effort of hunting you down, I will personally reunite you with your fallen comrades, permanently!”

Giro’s response was to use his new transformation, the one he asked Lance’s version of Greg to unlock for him. His muscles bulged forth, his mane roaring in a red and blue flame, the occasional bolt of lightning surged around his body. This was it. Even if he wasn’t an angel like his counterpart, this power fed off his anger, and trust him, that was in abundance.

Nightmare rubbed his claws in amusement, “OH? What’s this? Yet another gimmi-”

*POW*

Giro’s flaming hoof was embedded deep within Nightmare’s face, interrupting his monologue. The force of the punch destroyed the throne and the wall behind it. They continued to crash through several walls before both tumbled into a barren courtyard, smoke and ash obscuring them both.

Giro stood at attention, having his two new consciences, New and Moon, watch his back. He could not be caught lacking, not with Nightmare. Even the slightest mistake could mean this was all for nothing.

“Hey asshole!” The beast roared in the deathly fog. Found him, “I didn’t get to finish-”

Once again Giro shot forward, intending to end this as quickly as possible.

*Boom*

The concussive force of the hit cleared the ash cloud, revealing that Nightmare had caught Giro’s hoof. His arm strained and left eye swollen, but still in the fight. A manic grin threatened to split his face in half, “As I was saying, it’s rude to interrupt a monologue, but a brute like you never had the taste for theatrics.” He pushed his arm forward, causing Giro to slide back against his will, “Mindless as you may be, I will enjoy painting my new throne with your greymatter, fool!”

Not good. Giro had to get out of this stalemate. In a panic he used his other hoof to destroy the floor beneath them. The unstable footing caused Nightmare’s grip to lessen, giving Lance just enough time to jump back.

Giro ducked as ink colored claws slashed above him, followed up by a pair of jaws lunging for his neck. With the little time he had, he shielded himself with his front leg, wincing as he felt jagged teeth punctured deep into his flesh and through his metacarpal.

Nightmare tried to pull back, tearing Giro’s leg even further, but couldn’t unstick before Giro used his right hoof to bash the demon’s snout, sending him back flying with a trail of shattered teeth and blood.

Giro shakily stood back up, his front left leg hovering above the ground, rendered useless from the brief exchange.

A quick glance at Nightmare showed he had it worse. His snout was completely broken, flopping against his chin as the bone was effectively dust. Black ichor poured downward, staining the stone beneath.

With a gargled howl, Nightmare charged forward on all fours, his all consuming rage that anyone could pose a threat to him reverting him to a feral beast.

Giro flapped his wings, sending him upwards just in time for Nightmare to crash into the wall behind him, collapsing it and the ceiling, trapping him.

Taking advantage of the brief pause, Giro quickly wrapped his shredded leg with a roll of bandages. It wouldn’t save it, but it would slow down the bloodloss.

Without warning, the rubble exploded. A black streak crashed into Giro and launched him into the top of a surrounding spire before he could register the attack.

He was completely numb. Giro looked forward with blurry vision, Nightmare stood above him, wing-like appendages flowed out behind him. His eyes pierced him with an unrelenting fury.

A sharp pain let itself be known. When Giro looked downward, he saw Nightmare's arms crushing down on him… and his claws speared right through his chest. He lost…

A second mouth formed on Nightmare’s chest and cackled, “Once again, I stand victorious! It’s always the same, Lance! You could not win, and now you will DIE!”

Yeah, he would die… and he would take Nightmare down with him. With his fleeting consciousness he gave a mental command for New and Moon to start the countdown.

Before he left Lance’s world, he talked to Omnius and demanded he build a similar explosive to the one in Lance’s bionic eye. The Traveler at first refused, but Giro said it would only be a last resort, and he promised that he would return.

A promise he had no intention of keeping.

Giro, willing the last bit of life in his body, clamped his hooves around Nightmare’s arms, much to the demon’s amusement.

“It’s no use, insect.” Gloated Nightmare, ignorant of his fate, “Your will persits, but your dying body can not. Embrace the eternal darkness that awaits you.”

Weakly, Giro said what would be his last words, “Just… reassurance… for when I… DRAG YOU TO HELL!” He yelled, knowing what was to come.

Before Nightmare could respond, the world was consumed by a blinding light. The explosion destroyed the castle and surrounding landscape, with the scorching heat melting what little remained.

…And Equestria was left empty. Not a soul lingered. Nightmare, having killed even his minions for amusement, had unknowingly left himself without a means of resurrection.

From the few pockets of vegetation left, the world would regrow. It will recover…

…Without pony or brony alike.

“Dad… I don’t like Marenopoly…” Spark droned, splayed out on the ground.

“Yeah, me neither. I forgot I hated this game.” I said, just as done with this as Spark was.

[How the hell does a game end with both players bankrupt?!]
<Well, can’t say it’s the most unrealistic outcome.>
[Fucking bankers, man]

I looked at the game I was planning on playing next, Bronopoly, but decided that wasn’t the best idea right now.

Who could I bug for things to do? David and Cody are busy dealing with their families, Drax is kind of boring, I just don’t like Aaron, and Peter is a bit too extreme with his pranks… Aha! I’ll ask Alexander for those portal bracelets.

[Do we really have to talk to that guy?]
<He’s not… that bad, Break. Sure, his speech pattern is a bit…>
[Fucking annoying?]
<Well, yes, but he’s harmless.>
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I poked Spark in the shoulder, “I’ll go talk to Alexander and see if we can borrow his bracelets. That sound fun?” I asked

Spark jumped to his hooves and ran around me, “Yippee! I always wanted to play with those!” He then suddenly stopped and looked at me a bit confused, “But mom said to never talk to that guy.”

Honestly, good move on her part. What would I do without her? I patted Spark on the back, “I’m the one that’ll talk to him, so it’s fine.”

“Okay!” He yelled as he ran out of the room, leaving me behind. Better catch up with him.

After a few minutes we knocked on Alexander’s door, but he wasn’t there. A little while after we found him in the kitchen baking a cake. When we entered he waved.

“Hello Lance, great day we’re having… WAS WHAT I WOULD SAY… THE HEAT IS UNBEARABLE!!” Alexander said in his… special way.

How does that bitch Trixie put up with this? Nevermind, I want to get this over with.

“Hey Alex…” I said as I pointed to Spark,” I was wondering if we could borrow your bracelets. Spark has been begging me all day if we could use them.”

Spark looked at me confused, but I gave him a look that said ‘go along with it’.

An expression of worry and shock was plastered on his face like a half n’ half bukkake, “Okay Lance… BUT JUST THIS ONCE!!” He said as he hesitantly slid the accessories off his forelegs and passed them to me.

As soon as I had them I turned to go back to my room, “Thanks man!”

“Just remember to give them back… AND DON’T BREAK THEM… THEY’RE ONE OF A KIND!!” He yelled out before I could leave.

“Got it!” I replied. A minute later me and Spark were back in our room. He sat patiently as I fiddled with the bracelets. How do these work?!

<Lance, you’re supposed to flex your hoof while wearing them.>

Oh, that makes sense. I slid one on and pointed it at the wall. When I flexed my hoof a blue portal appeared on the wall

“That’s so cool!” Yelled Spark in excitement.

I smirked, “If you think that’s cool, then watch this.” I said as I shot one portal on the ceiling and one directly below it on the floor. I then jumped into the floor portal and entered an infinite free fall.

Spark watched in amazement, “You’re going so fast, Dad!”

[Ugh.. I’m getting a little dizzy here]

Wanting to finish off this in a cool, but safe, way, I would need Spark to set something up. “Spark, put the mattress up against the wall!” I yelled.

“Okay Dad!” Spark said as he struggled to lift the bed up. When it was ready, I shot a portal on the opposite wall to launch me into it.

Only I used the wrong portal, causing me to smack into the floor with a sickening thud. Ouch! That hurt like a mofo!

Spark ran up to me in panic, “Are you okay, Dad?!”

“Never… better…” I mumbled into the concrete floor.

Jun lay completely still in his dirty hospital bed bored out of his mind as he waits to fully recover. After that fake bitch Lance, Giro, threw him off that cliff, he barely escaped by floating down a river that led him all the ocean, before being picked up by a griffin fishing boat.

The griffins were a very gruff group, but they treated him better than any of the ponies did. They even brought him all the way back to their homeland so he could be treated there… not like they knew how to treat ponies well.

[This is fucking bullshit! Why did they have to wire our fucking jaw shut?!]
<There was little else they could do, but believe me, I am just as tired of not eating real food like the rest of us.>
{Jreak! Jawn! Shut up! I’m getting another headache.}
[That’s called brain damage, retard!]
<I don’t think we can say that anymore.>
[Since fucking when?! It’s 2014!]

That’s how most days went. Endless ranting between his consciences occasionally broken by a check-up with the staff.

Jun was trying, and failing, to sleep the time away, but the door opening caught his attention. A tall red unicorn made her way inside and stood at the foot of his bed. Her red snake eyes looked over him with mild intrigue. Jun could swear he saw a star shape flicker in her iris.

She gracefully swept back her long white mane before speaking, “You would be Jun, correct?” She asked

[Whoa mama! I’m already at half chub!]
<Damn! Wait, no, we have to get back to Twilight.>

Jun, unable to talk with a fractured jaw, could only nod his head sheepishly.

A devilish smile appeared on her face, “You are just the stallion I was looking for. I have an offer of sorts, if you are interested. I can offer you the power to surpass your oafish counterpart.”

[Ah hell no! This bitch is just wants to scam us!]

Jun shook his head. He was done taking deals. Nightmare offered the same thing and look where that got him. They treated him like shit, a fucking errandboy, and now he’s stuck in a hospital in a foreign country.

The mare didn’t take offense to the rejection. If anything she looked ready to press onward, “Your hesitance is expected. Why, after working for someone as single minded as Nightmare, even I would not trust so easily.” She then looked into his own eyes, freezing him in place. Scary, “But there is more to it than that, is it not?”

Unsure how to respond, Jun shrugged.

Her horn began to glow, and Jun felt like a hot wire was being ripped from his gums.

[AAAAH! That fucking hurt!]
<I knew something was off about her. We have to fight, Jun!>
[Why couldn’t this have happened after we got better?!]

With a burst, Jun was now off the bed in his Jreaking Jawn form ready to kick ass, “You whore! I’m going to enjoy beating… the shit… out of…”

…What happened? He could talk! And that ache in his rib was gone. Just who was this witch?

The mare herself hadn’t moved. Floating next to her was the contraption that silenced Jun for the past few months.

“Think of this as a gift… and a fraction of what those who join my services get.” She said simply, as if his outburst didn’t even happen.

“Now.” She continued, “I have an offer, if you please?”

Jun, confused with how everything is turning out, only nodded.

“You may call me Lilith. I have heard tales of your plight, clone of Lance Greenfield…” She trailed off

At the mention of that name he growled, but with a look she shut him up and continued.

“Brought into this world without a choice, with the same thoughts and memories as your counterparts… the same love for his wife and child… only to be told none of it mattered. Why would the feelings of a mere clone be of any consideration?” She said, tearing up old feelings inside of Jun, causing his head to droop.

Lilith walked forward and raised his chin with her hoof, “But you’re more than that, aren’t you? You’re just as real as he is, if not more so. Lance never had to lose his family, never had the experience of complete isolation as you have. That you would still fight for your wife and your son after all that proves you as the superior, do you not agree?”

That.. yeah! Fuck that poser Lance! He shouldn’t have to lose everything because he’s not the first one! He would not just forget everything HE did for Spark, Twilight, and Fawn! They should be with him, not Lance!
[Fuck yeah! We’re going to get our family back!]
<I miss Twilight and our kids so much…>
[Me too, Jawn! Oh God, I think I’m starting to cry.]

Jun was determined to do anything to beat Lance. He stood proud, ready for what’s to come, “Yeah! but I need something strong. I didn’t get angel powers like Lance. My Jreaking Jawn form was barely enough to beat Grace… and she sucks!”

<Didn’t we lose to Grace?>
[Shhh. Let us have this moment]

At the mention of angels, Lilith’s smile grew sinister, “Oh yes, that would be a problem… for most…”

He nodded his head in anticipation, “Yeah?! yeah?! What is it?!”

Lilith’s horn began to glow, and the star, no, pentagram in her iris glowed brightly, “How would you like the power to kill an angel?”

Spark and I spent several hours yesterday messing around with the portals before Alexander frantically asked for them back. Bruised and battered from our activities, we went to bed afterwards

We woke up to an announcement by Frederic asking everyone to head to the main lounge. He apparently had something important to show all of us.

By the time we arrived everyone else was already in the room sans David, who appeared shortly after we did.

Frederic glanced around the room. Confirming that everyone was here, he started his announcement, “Hello everypony! It’s our last day in the bunker, eh. Is everything going well?”

The group mumbled in agreement, but clearly tired of just sitting around doing nothing.

“Okay, I know morale is a bit low, so that's why I-” A bright flash interrupted Frederic, who turned back in shock.
<Oh no…>
{It can’t be?! Not her!}
[Pussy time!]

Next to me Alexander started panicking, “Oh no, it’s Princess Luna… SHE’S GOING TO RAPE US!!”

Frederic hesitantly got in a battle pose, “Everypony run! I’ll hold her off!”

Before anyone could run to safety, a dark blue glow grabbed all of us, cutting off all means of escape.

With a crazed look in her eye, Luna slowly dragged all of us to her, “It was about time I found you, Frederic! Forgot about our mind link, didn’t you? Time for you boys to-”

*KABOOM!*

From my outstretched hoof, Luna was sent hurtling and violently impacted into the back wall, slumping over unconscious.

[Woman obliterated!]

Frederic looked like he had a heart attack, “JESUS LANCE! What did you do to my wife?!”

I left my Holy Dawn form and put a hoof on his shoulder, “I had to do it. She put all of us in danger.”

As Frederic went to make sure Luna wasn’t too hurt, I heard tiny hoofsteps behind me, “Dad? What’s going on? Why was the princess so… different?” Asked a scared Spark.

Aw fuck. Now I have to explain this to Spark. This is going to be difficult.

“Well… Luna was… under mind control!” I exclaimed. What? I’m not giving him THAT talk just yet.

“M-mind control?” Asked Spark, now terrified.

I hugged Spark close, “Yeah, there's a bad guy out there who’s taking control of all the mares and making them do bad things.”

Spark started shaking, “E-even mom?”

I looked away, “Yeah… even mom.” I hugged him tighter, “But don’t worry, bud. Tomorrow everything should be back to normal.”

A pissed off Frederic popped up behind us, “Now’s not the time for your sh- malarkey, Lance. Stop lying to the kid. “ Said Frederic. Come on man, I was hoping the lie would last a little longer than that. He turned to Spark, “Luna was in Heat. It’s a natural part of the reproductive cycle where all the mares hunt down and breed with the stallions. You’ll be part of it one day too, for better or for worse.”

I glared at him, but he glared right back. Fuck you Frederic. I was trying to keep Spark’s innocence. Whatever remained of it, anyways.

The laugh of a mare pierced through the room, followed by several others. My eyes widened in shock. Fuck! There’s more! Luna must’ve told them where we were!

A latch on the ceiling burst open, mares spilling all over the floor. I had to do something.

[Remember what Twilight said! Sacrifice one of the homies!]
{Great idea!}
<Oh I do hope they’ll forgive us for this.>
[Oh it’s fine. I’d be jumping in there right now if Lance wasn’t being such a bitch!]

I frantically scanned the room to see who would be the first. There! I flew over to their corner of the room.

Zorrow looked over to me while panicked, “Lance! What do we-”

“Not you!” I snapped. Moving forward, I hefted Aaron above me.

“”L-lance?! What the hell are you doing?” Screamed Aaron as he squirmed in my grasp.

“It’s for my kid!” I yelled as I threw Aaron into the still tangled pile of mares. The second he landed they dragged him in before he could get a scream out. Eh, he’s already been raped in the two previous heats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.

With the mares distracted with their current prey, I bolted over to Spark and put him on my back, ”SCATTER!” I yelled as I went down one of the hallways, leaving my other friends behind.

For a full minute I ran nonstop down the corridors of the bunker, trying to any place I could safely protect Spark in. Damn it! Why did Nightmare take away my ability to teleport! I would’ve been long gone by now.

I ducked when I saw something fly at me. Good thing I did, cause the steel wall caved in from my unwanted stalker’s attack. Hold on, is that Grace?!

<So it seems even lesbians fall victim to the Heat… I feel uncomfortable.>
[Yeah, uncomfortable horny! It’s like the one time you can fuck a lesbian and get away with it!]
<...You’re sick in the head.>
{Huh. That makes me wonder how Tovy is holding up.}

Tovy screamed, “No! You can’t do this to me! I’m gay!”

The mare on top of Tovy laughed, “Hi Gay! Now give me that dick!”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

[I’m sure he’s got it handled]

“Stallions…” Grace droned. She lowered herself, getting ready to charge again.

I can’t fight her and protect Spark at the same time, he’ll get hurt! But I can’t leave him alone either…

“Spark! You need to keep running. Can you do that for me?!” I yelled, getting into a fighting stance.

“Stay safe, Dad!” said Spark as he jumped off my back and ran out of sight. Perfect. Now I don’t need to golf back.

I entered my Holy Dawn form and charged towards Grace, “Bring it on!”

Seth and Zorrow galloped down the many corridors of the oversized safehouse. Both of them were breathing heavily and sweat coated their bodies. They lost sight of everyone a little while ago, but they had to keep running.

Right when they turned a corner, they slammed into something solid… yet furry. When they looked up they saw… oh fuck…

“Celestia?!” Seth and Zorrow screamed in unison, despair rocking through them.

Seth took a shaky breath, “I know that I haven’t been the best friend to you man…” He turned to Zorrow, ”but you’re all I… what the fuck?!”

Zorrow was already long gone. Just as he turned a corner he could hear Seth yell, “ASSHOLE!” at the top of his lungs.

‘That’s payback for leaving me at the mercy of Big Mac!’ He thought.

But before Zorrow could get much further, he felt something wrap around his back leg. Losing his balance, he tumbled on the floor and hit his head.

Gathering his bearings, he saw a green pony surrounded by vines.

Just before the vines could grab him, he dove out of the way and ran back to where he ran from, ‘I take it back! Vinetion is SO much worse than Molestia!’ He thought, more exhausted than ever.

“Get back here so I can tear you apart!” Roared Vinetion, right on his heels.

No way in hell was he letting that happen. He remembered what happened to Lance… he shuddered at the thought.

For the third time that day, Zorrow crashed into a pony, and this time it was… Seth? If he’s here then that means Celestia is…

Zorrow gulped. No matter how he looked at it, he was surrounded. Celestia blocked the path in front with Vinetion behind them.

Seth realized the same thing, his previous anger dying down to a whimpering simmer.

In the last moments the two remain unviolated, they shakily hug each other, waiting for the pain to start.

…

…

Seth and Zorrow hesitantly peeked at their captors, but both hadn’t moved yet. In fact, they were completely ignoring them.

“Celly..?” Vinetion struggled to say, almost as if it was being actively repressed.

“Vinetion..?” said Celestia in a strained voice.

The two stood still for what seemed like forever. But then, without warning, the two mares jumped into each other, lips locked.

Seth and Zorrow’s jaws dropped at the sight of them exploring each other out in the hallway. The prior feeling of dread now replaced with just confusion… and a little bit of horny, if they had to be honest.

“I think we should leave. Before they get any ideas…” Said Seth.

“Yeah… let’s go do that..” Replied Zorrow.

The two ran off without much fanfare.

‘This is kind of boring’ Thought Peter as he piledrived a random pony, Berry Punch if he remembered correctly, through a table. The mare became a rag doll the second her head smacked against the ground. Peter got up and tossed her aside, ready to fight the next mare that jumped at him.

This time it was Carrot Top that lunged at him. Peter quickly spun on his front hooves and bucked her right in the jaw, sending her flying spitting teeth and blood.

This Heat was a lot more boring than last year. The threat level of horny mares doesn’t stack up well to super forms. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely did not want a repeat of last year, but this whole event just felt really underwhelming.

Speaking of super forms, how could Peter still use Violent Inferno after Lance killed him on Nightmare Night? Uh… he didn’t really know, but his transformation did feel a lot weaker than before.

‘But not THAT weak!’ Thought Peter as he used a stray frying pan to bash in a mare’s snout, spraying blood across the room.

“Hey, watch it!” Yelled David as he shielded his young foals from the violence, “I DO NOT want to explain to Dash why Azure and Lightning have blood stains on them.”

Peter dodged another mare, his leg jutting outward, causing the mare to trip and fall into the nearby oven. Peter locked the oven door, trapping the mare inside, “I’m trying my best here, but they won’t stop coming!” He replied as two more mares fell from the ceiling. He simply stepped to the side as they cracked their heads against the floor, knocking them out cold.

With David as a noncombatant, on top of needing to take care of two very young foals, he was a sitting duck. But Peter could fight as long as he needed to. He won’t leave a friend behind.

“Watch out!” Warned David, but it was too late. Peter felt a rope tie its way around his foreleg. A quick glance showed it was Applejack. She may be strong, but he’s a Joki Knight! He would know a thing or two about lassos.

Pulling the rope with all his strength, Applejack was launched in his direction. He moved right out of the way as she shot past him… and right into a cabinet full of plates. The sudden force weakened the reinforcements, and the entire structure collapsed onto the cowgirl, glass shards and sharp utensils alike.

Peter started sweating when a crimson pool inked out from the rubble.

“Oops.” Said an embarrassed Peter, “Hope Rarity doesn’t get too mad at me.”

Spark ran as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. He didn’t know what was going on. The Heat didn’t make ANY sense! Why would ponies turn on each other like this?!

He’s scared. He wants his dad… He wants his Mom..

Spark skid to a halt when he saw a pony in the dark. He couldn't tell who they were in this light, but as he turned around he heard them speak.

“Spark? Is that you?” He heard a very familiar voice call out.

He turned back instantly, face alight with relief, “Mom!”

From the shadows Twilight stepped forward, revealing her form. Her face was a bit red and something in her eyes looked wonky, but compared to the other mares he’s seen today she looks fine.

Twilight rubbed the top of his head, a sweat smile on her face, “Oh I’ve missed you, Spark. But I have something very important to ask… Do you know where your father is?”

Spark’s head popped up, “Dad? He’s this way! Follow me!”

As Spark ran off, Twilight followed with enthusiasm. She just HAS to see Lance.

Cody and Ditzy had found refuge in one of the side rooms. They had spent the past several minutes barricading the door with loose bits of furniture scattered around. He would’ve preferred to keep running, but the pregnancy had taken its toll on his wife, so they had to make do.

Ditzy was gasping heavily, exhausted from the brief workout that normally she could do without a sweat.

Cody leaned up against Ditzy, letting her relax into him, “It’s going to be okay. We’ll be safe here.”

She nuzzled his neck, “Cody… you could’ve left me behind. It’s you they want.” She muttered.

“I could never,” He comforted, “You saw how feral those mares were. What if they trampled you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you or the baby got hurt…”

Ditzy giggled and put a hoof on her bump, “I’m so happy our foal has such a strong sexy stallion to look up to.”

Cody blushed at the comment, but then jumped when he heard a bang against the door.

He jumped to his hooves, “Ditzy! Get behind me!” Cody yelled in panic.

The barricade proved useless when the door exploded. In the doorway stood a blue unicorn, horn glowing with malicious intent.

“Found one!” The intruder yelled, no doubt alerting any nearby mares.

Cody looked around for something, anything, to use as a weapon, but before he could grab a nearby chair leg he was pinned down by a yellow aura. The mare jumped on him not long after, drooling all over his face. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t move!

“Get off of him!” he heard Ditzy yell.

It was like the unicorn didn’t even hear her. She began to hover herself over Cody’s groin, much to his discomfort. Thankfully, before she could do anything, she was thrown off of him by none other than Ditzy.

The aura keeping Cody bound disappeared, and he rolled back onto all fours. He ducked as another mare had entered the room and tried to tackle him. This wasn’t good. They need to get out of here!

The blue mare had recovered, and she was absolutely pissed, “What’s your problem, you bimbo?!”

Cody felt some grab at his back leg and trip him. Looking back he saw the second mare, a pale orange one, crawling her way up onto his back and pinning him. He tried to gently kick her off him without hurting her too bad. He knew they weren’t in their right mind.

A chill ran down his spine when he heard Ditzy scream out in pain. Snapping his head over to where he heard the scream, the sight made his blood run cold.

Ditzy was on the ground crying. Above her stood the blue unicorn… and her horn was impaled right into her stomach… right where their baby was…

Something in Cody snapped. With a roll Cody threw the orange mare off of himself. He didn’t care about where she was at the moment, he NEEDED to get her off of Ditzy.

As he bolted over to the unicorn, he picked up a broken chair leg from the long obliterated barricade and jammed the splintered end right into her neck.

Cody didn’t care if the mares weren’t in their right mind anymore. He didn’t care if he promised to never go back to his old ways. NO ONE hurts his family.

The mare fell to the ground desperately grabbing at her punctured throat, clinging to a false hope that if she holds tight enough she won’t die. Whimpering on the floor, blood pooled around her as crimson bubbles and snot foamed around her mouth. As the mare’s twitches slowed to a cold stop, for just a second the fog in her eyes cleared, regaining her senses in her last moments, before the spark in her eyes faded, and she lay lifeless.

Cody walked back to the orange mare, who was still dazed on her side, and jumped on the back of her head. With a meaty crack her head split open, staining him and the floor a familiar red.

Quickly running back to Ditzy, he hugged her. Both trembled in each other’s grasp.

“It’s going to be okay… it’s going to be okay… it’s going to be okay.” Was all he could think to say to comfort Ditsy… and himself.

Multiple hoof steps could be heard approaching. Cody reluctantly let Ditzy go and pulled out the chair leg from the corpse's throat.

As more and more mares poured into the room, he brandished his makeshift weapon. He would kill all of them if he had to.

“No one EVER touches my family!” Cody roared, “If you want me! COME GET ME!!!”

I dusted off my hooves and reverted back to my base form. To my left was an unconscious Grace, who’s upper body was embedded into the wall. I didn’t want to fight her, but she’s one of the few I can’t ignore.

[For all the shit she talks, she’s not even close to Graze!]
<I wonder why that is.>
[Bitches ain’t shit, duh.]

Now to go find Spark. He shouldn’t be that far away. The fight was only like, what, 40 seconds?

Trotting off into the direction I told him to run off to, I eventually saw two shadows, one small and one not as small. Shit! He’s not alone!

Flying as fast to Spark as I could, I entered Holy Dawn and prepared to deck the bitch who cornered my son. Only to stop my hoof inches away from her… TWILIGHT?!

“Dad! It’s okay! It’s just Mom!” Spark barked out in a panic. Whoops, scared the little guy.

“Twilight… What are you doing here..?” I squeaked out. Wasn’t she supposed to be in heat? She looks a lot more lucid than the other mares he’s seen today.

<Don’t let your guard down, Lance. I don’t like the feeling of this.>

“Oh… it’s nothing much…” Twilight said. Then her horn flashed, “ I just wanted some alone time with my favorite stallion~”

After regaining my vision, I saw Spark was nowhere to be found. What did she do?!

I dodged when Twilight suddenly jumped at me, “Where’s Spark?!”

“I teleported him back home… Now make love to me!” Twilight said as she grabbed me with her magic. Flexing myself I was able to break out of her hold.

[Lance! Come on! Twilight’s our wife!]
{No! Not like this! I’m not fucking her when she can’t think straight!}
<How thoughtful of you. But how are we going to subdue her?>
[Yeah, smartass! We can’t fuck her, and we sure as hell aren’t beating on her, so what the fuck do we do?!]
{I don’t know!}

For the next 5 minutes I jumped around Twilight as she tried to force herself on me. Meanwhile I wracked my brain for any ideas on how to knock her out without hurting her. Wait… that could work.

[The mind link? I forgot we even had that!]
{Yeah, me too. Can you guys use that to go into her mind and turn her off?}
<We can try.>

‘I’m sorry for doing this, Twilight.’ As soon as I felt Break and Dawn leave my mind, Twilight screamed and fell to the ground clutching her head. Each time she screamed, I winced. After thrashing for a bit she slumped over, and I felt my consciences return.

<It’s done, Lance. She should be out until tomorrow.>
[That has to count as some sort of war crime.]
{Thanks, you two. That couldn’t have been easy to do.}
[Nah it was piss easy. We’re just that fucking annoying.]

After picking up Twilight and putting her on my back, I ran back to the lounge. Spark must be terrified right now, so I have to fly back to my house as fast as I can before something happens to him.

3 minutes later I found myself back in the lounge. Frederic was there, just fine. Many of the mares from earlier were unconscious and stacked near the wall, and a shivering Aaron could be seen hiding on the opposite side of the room, glaring daggers at me.

Frederic turned to me, “Hey Lance, I got the entrance sealed up tight. There shouldn’t be any more surprise mares today.” Upon noticing Twilight on my back, he deadpanned, “Did you deck her too, Lance?”

I scratched the back of my head, “Nah, I just let Break and Dawn run around in her head for a bit.” At that bit of info, Frederic cringed, “By the way, I'm sorry for punching Luna earlier, but you of all ponies should know how dangerous an alicorn is.”

Frederic sighed, “It’s fine, Lance… It was only minor damage.” A look of unease showed itself on his face, “We should try to round up the last of the mares, eh?”

This is going to suck, “Lead the way…”

Over the past several hours we gathered the rest of our friends and knocked out any stray mares along the way.

Seth and Zorrow somehow remained unmolested. After a brief rundown of what happened, we decided that the east wing was best left alone for tonight. According to them, Celestia and Vinetion were ‘planting sunflowers’, and no one wanted to get between that.

Drax, unfortunately, had been caught fairly early into the chase. By the time we found him he’d nearly been sucked dry, but after dealing with the mares and giving him some water he recovered fine.

Aaron… Well, he got the thick of it. After I tossed him in the mares passed him around harder than a dollar bill. His sacrifice did help me and Spark get away, so I don’t feel that bad about it.

Peter had been found holding exhausted nearby piles of debris and unconscious mares. The whole time he fought them off while David shielded his kids. Peter did get a bit rough with it. Many of the mares had broken bones and injuries that wouldn’t fully heal. The biggest surprise was finding Applejack with lacerations across her body, but she should be back to full health soon… except for her face, there’s no fixing that.

Alexander just escaped the whole bunker itself. Somewhere in the chaos he must’ve shot a portal outside and booked it. He was found 3 days later ranting about black holes or something

Cody was just… holy shit. When we found him he was muttering “It’s going to be okay” to a crying Ditzy. The entire room itself was caked in gore. When we found out about Ditzy’s stomach wound she was instantly rushed to a hospital. Unfortunately, her baby did not survive.

After counting up the bodies the best we could, we concluded that at least 47 mares had been killed by Cody alone, with Peter having injured at least 80 others.

Upon hearing the news, Grey Byte was distraught to learn that his wife, Colgate, was one of the mares Cody killed, and that his other wife, Berry Punch, had her neck broken by Peter, rendering her comatose. That sucks.

After taking care of everything at the bunker, I rushed back home to check up on Spark. Luckily he was just fine. He had spent the whole time playing with Fawn. Huh, so that’s where she ran off to.

Hours later after the kids had fallen asleep I found myself holding a bottle of alcohol, real alcohol. Today had been awful, and I didn’t want to think about everyone’s reaction to the casualties tomorrow. I didn’t want to think about the many ponies that would be crippled for the rest of their life. I didn’t want to think about the god knows how many kids Cody orphaned again.

I took a swig of my drink, the liquid burning as it went down.

How could something like the Heat exist in a nice place like Equestria?

I heard the door opening, but I didn’t bother looking.

“Lance…” Said Frederic behind me, “How are you holding up?”

“Not good…” I muttered. I took another sip, “I just… I don’t get why the Heat exists… It’s done nothing good for anyone…”

Frederic put a hoof on my shoulder and let out a deep breath, “Lance. Sometimes it’s not our place to understand the nature of things.”

I growled, “Screw nature. Just because it’s ‘natural’, doesn’t mean we have to put up with it.”

Frederic removed his hoof and turned to leave, “You’ll understand one day Lance.” When he was at the door, I could almost swear he was… smiling? ”You're all tools to the whims of something you can’t comprehend.”

With that, he shut the door, leaving me alone in the dark.

…

Melodramatic much?