My little pony. Campus chaos

Welcome to the Crystal Lovechild residence. A lovely suburban home off the east end of the Equestrian City. With a well kept lawn and a beautiful rosé garden on the porch, the Lovechild house was a delectable place of which to live. Such a shame that the only occupant of the two story estate was only one woman instead of a family of three that the house was designed for.

"I don't see why this must be an argument. Burning Passion wins the boob off by far." Miss Crystal Lovechild, or some people would call her Chrysalis, paced about her living room with an expensive cell phone held to her ear. She wore nothing but a dark green towel around her waist, letting her long, pale green hair and large bosoms to air dry from her previous shower.

"Of course I'm not really sick! I just need a day to myself is all....what? No, I'm walking half naked around my house right now. Wouldn't you like to be here?! HA!" She laughed as she talked loudly into her smartphone. Her breast jiggling with ever delicate step she took on the hard wood floor.

"No, I couldn't! I told you I was on a date. His name is Alex. Of course he's my age!"

Crystal stopped pacing and stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room as the phone fell silent.

"He was twenty two."

Silence.

"Eighteen."

Silence, then a low grumble.

"Okay fine! He was seventeen! So sue me! It's not like he didn't enjoy it!"

More jabber from the phone as Crystal nodded her head.

"Oh come on Vira! Don't be such a prude. I like the young ones. They're just so adorable. Of course it's not pedophilia! I'm only twenty five! What are you gonna do? Put me on dateline?" Crystal began to saunter over to the fine leather couch in the middle of her living room, rocking her hips as she did so. With her free hand, she dropped the towel from around her waist, letting her nude body free in all its glory. The sun shined through the window onto her nude form, making her wet skin sparkle in the sunlight.

She let out a sigh of pleasure. She loved the feeling of cool air brushing against her body. It made her feel alive.

"What?" Crystal paused to try and listen closer to the person on the other side of the line. "Look out my window?"

Of course, with no worries of her body being seen, she pulled the silk rope to split the elegant red curtains of her living room window. Peering out side, she at first didn't notice anything. Then she noticed the smoke, then she noticed the flaming buildings off in the distance, then she noticed her neighbor, the old hag that has complained about Crystal's loud music and sex noises in the past was now being brutally devoured by her husband on the front porch.

"Uh....." Crystal was a little lost for words at the bloody sight. It definitely wasn't an every day occurrence that people get eaten by other people on their front porch.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." She hung up the phone and slumped down on the leather couch. The cold leather touching her bum sent a pleasurable tingle up her spine. "Better check the news." The large forty inch plasma screen above the wooden fire place flicked on after Crystal took the remote from a nearby glass coffee table. Switching to the news.

"Complete chaos has ensued in the Equestrian City. Many citizens are evacuating due to a strange epidemic that has broken out into the metropolitan area. People are advised to stay indoors- What the?" The woman reporter didn't notice an undead hobo coming from behind her. For some reason the camera guy said nothing as he filmed the reporter getting tackled by the bearded hobo zombie. The camera cut off after blood sprayed on the lens.

"We...uh....seem to be having technical difficulties, um.....we will now move to Sky Swirl for traffic."

The TV shut off. Crystal had seen enough. She grinned and crossed her legs causing the loveliest of friction in all the right places. Picking up her phone, she dialed a number. It rang, and rang and rang.

"Hello, Mum? Are you there? It's your favorite daughter, Chrisy. Yes I hate you too." She leaned forward, rubbing her slender thighs together as she did so. "I just wanted to call and let you know that you owe me twenty dollars. Remember that bet I made with you a few days before you sent me off to boarding school? The one about zombies? Well I totally fucking called it."

Very loud jabbering echoed out of the phone.

"Don't believe me? Turn to the news, and by the way, I'm going to survive this, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Cheers Mum, I hope a zombie bites your fake boobs off."

She hung up the phone, then dialed another number.

"Hello? Mrs. Harsh whinny? Yes. I'm home right now, not working in your shitty pharmaceuticals department. Do you want to know something? I have bigger boobs, sexier hips, and a much more attractive character then you, you're ugly, arrogant, and a total bitch and I quit. Hope you enjoy the end of the world!" She hung up and laughed out loud. It felt so good to finally let that rage out on her former boss, and it made Crystal feel even more happy about the situation. Her laughing fit soon died down as she laid a hand on her enlarged breasts to steady her breathing.

"I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy the rest of my me-time." She said to herself, stretching her arms high above her head and wiggling her toes. "Better stop by the department store later today, I bet everything will be a hundred percent off!"

"What the fuck is with all these people walking in the street!?" Fluttershy shouted as she swerved around another pedestrian in the middle of the intersection. Applebloom held tightly to Flutershy's slim waist, pushing he head into Flutershy's back to hold her body steady

"Excuse my language, Applebloom, but are you seeing this?" Whole clusters of of people limped aimlessly about the street. They kept trying to grab Fluttershy as she sped past them. The farther she rode into the city, the more people crowded the streets. Not only that, many abandoned cars and other debris were blocking the road too, making it harder and harder for Fluttershy to keep control of the bike. "What the hell?" She said to herself as she drove past the fifth burning building today. The mighty flames glowed, and reflected off Fluttershy's visor as she stared in awe at the massive fire for a split second.

"Fluttershy! Look out!!" Applebloom pointed ahead to a roadblock of cars ahead. An unsuspected pedestrian decided to jay walk in front of them.

"Shit!" Fluttershy jerked the handle bars sharply to the left causing the bike to turn on its side and skid across the pavement. She spun around in mid air as bike debris flew of the impact from steel to concrete and grabbed Applebloom in a ditch effort to protect her from the crash.

Thwack!!

Fluttershy hit the pavement, back first, with Applebloom's helmeted head squeezed tightly into her bosoms. The bike flipped over an abandoned car and slammed into a building. The front wheel flew off and bounced onto the sidewalk. The remains of Fluttershy's bike lay in smoldering, smoking, wreckage.

"Applebloom...?" Fluttershy whispered to her passenger. Applebloom was a little shaken up but seemed relatively uninjured. However, Fluttershy felt sharp pains in her spinal area.

"What the fuck, asshole?!!" She shouted, getting up and glaring at the man she just swerved around. "That could have killed her!" She pointed to Applebloom who was struggling to take her helmet off. When she did, her cherry hair fell to her shoulders and puffed up like an Afro after a few seconds. Fluttershy ripped her helmet off and threw it to the ground. She stomped over to the pedestrian, fuming with rage. The man didn't even move out of the way as Fluttershy gave a powerful left hook to his jaw that made an audible crack. The man spiraled to the pavement and cracked against it with a sickening crunch.

"Next time, use the cross walk! It's what it's there for, numbnuts!"

The man lay crumbled to the floor. His breath ragged , and skin pale. Dark red liquid dribbled from his crooked jaw. He let out a low gurgle and slowly started to lifted himself off the ground.

Fluttershy gave him a hard kick to the stomach before he could get go his feet. "Did I say you could get up!?".

Applebloom stood up and looked at the disheveled city around them. She let out a gasp as she noticed the large crowd of undead walking in their direction. Judging from their rotting, pale flesh, and bloody composure, Applebloom could at least depict that they weren't human. Four years of a high score record on House of The Dead at the arcade taught her that much.

"F-Fluttershy....." Applebloom quivered, reaching towards her without taking her sight off the oncoming horde of ferocious flesh eaters.

"Not now, Applebloom, I'm trying to-" Fluttershy paused with her boot up in mid-stomp as she looked around at the quickly surrounding undead. There was a moment of terrifying silence as the horde sluggishly walked to the two girls.

"Oh my stars!" Appleboom shrieked

"Applebloom! This way!"

Fluttershy scooped up Applebloom in her arms and ran into a nearby alleyway. The undead followed. Fluttershy's mind was currently on autopilot, the only thoughts in her head were:

Run! Run you idiot!

Fluttershy held Applebloom tight in her arms. Usually Applebloom didn't like being carried. She was a big girl now and she had her own legs to walk with, but she was too utterly horrified to protest. "What are those things!?" She squeaked, not daring to look back. But Applebloom already knew the answer to that question. Those countless hours of fun game time with her brother, playing left for dead, it has taught her that much.

They were zombies. Freaking zombies.

"God damn! There's so many of them!" Big Mac kicked an undead custodian away as it tried to feast on his succulent biceps. "They just keep coming!" Big Mac prayed high and low that her sisters were safe. He couldn't live with himself if something were to happen to them. Him and Caramel ran down the halls heading for the school parking lot since that was where they were supposed to evacuate in the event of an emergency.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!"

"Did you hear that? Some one is screaming!" Caramel yelped, looking around for the possible source.

"Caramel, everyone is screaming right now."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!!" The same scream, but this time it was a little louder.

"I know that scream!" Caramel shouted, stopping dead in his tracks, and turning into a hallway full of undead. "It's...me amour Rarity!" A few chords of a guitar played it the back ground.

"Did you hear that?" Big Mac asked looking up at the ceiling.

"The screaming?"

"No, the guitar chords."

"Big Mac, what ever you're smoking, it's working."

Big Mac just rolled his eyes as he followed Caramel into the hallway.

"A fair maiden is in trouble! We must save her!" Caramel declared as he sacked a few zombie punk rockers with the broken chair leg he found earlier. Mac followed behind, punching zombies with bandaged fist like some eighties CIA agent that just ran out of bullets.

"Stay away from me!" Rarity screamed. She was slumped down in a corner, her legs splayed apart as she held her arms in front of her face to defend against the crowding undead. One of the teenaged zombies lunged at her to be stopped after a bandaged fist socked him with tremendous force, cracking his jaw to where it hung by a thread.

Rarity shivered, her eyes were shut as she awaited brutal death that luckily never came.

"Are you alright, miss?" Big Mac said, giving her an open hand to help her up. He didn't even look at her lace panties.

Rarity opened her dark blue eyes and looked up at her hunky savior. It was like something out of a fantasy she always had. A knight in shinning armor has bested the wretched beasts to save her and is now offering his hand in aid. She gladly accepted his strong hand, her gaze never leaving his deep green eyes.

"You saved me..." Rarity sighed, completely awestruck by how handsome Big Mac was. How in the hell has she never noticed him before? Too caught up in her own world of rich high class friends to even glance at the little people perhaps? Regardless, Rarity was completly entranced by her savior's gaze to even notice he was gently shaking her shoulders to get her attention. His big hands felt so warm.

"Miss, are you okay?" Big Mac tried to get her attention, but to no avail. She couldn't stop staring into his eyes. The poor girl was probably traumatized.

"I can't believe it! We just save the prettiest and most popular girl in school! We're so gonna score!" Rarity finally snapped out of her enamoured trance by Caramel's obscene outburst. Her frail body began to shiver and quake at the realization of this new reality. People were dying by the second in the most horrific way, bieng eaten alive. There was a high chance that almost everyone she knows and holds dear could be dead and have become one of them.

This was shit. Serious shit. And Rarity couldn't take it.

She colapsed into Mac's stable arms and broke into trembling sobs. Her mascara began to run and stain Big Mac's white undershirt. Mac of course being a gentleman and knowing a girl need, embraced her, hugging away alll her fears and worries with his welcoming muscles and body heat.

"It's okay." He whispered into her ear. "They can't hurt you no more."

It was so soothing for Rarity to have some one say that now.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Caramel said, pointing over to the next cluster of the undead science class.

Big Mac grimaced at the sight. He'll never get used to looking at them. Their horrible expressions of anguish and death. "Rarity, would you like to come with us? We're going to the court yard to find my sister." Rarity thought for a split second.
processing. Answer.........Yes! By all that is holy yes!!!!

Of course Rarity couldn't say that out loud, she was a proper lady after all.

"Of course I'll accompany you, I must thank you for saving my..."

"Thank me later! Lets go!" Big Mac grabbed Rarity by the hand, and led her to the opposite direction from the zombies with Caramel following behind.

Rarity never felt so strange before. What weird feelings it is to like a boy who isn't rich and handsome, and rather just handsome. He barely said a few words, and already his touch sends shivers down her spine.

Is this....love at first sight?

"Where is Principle Celestia!?" Twilight squeaked as she barged into the abandoned office, followed by the chainsaw wielding Pinkie pie.

"Maybe she grew a pair of fluffy white wings and a horn and flew out the window!" Pinkie smiled as Twilight gave her the stare of what-have-you-been-smoking.

The office itself was completly ransacked. Just moments ago it was clean and organized, now it looked as if a tornado blew through it. Chairs knocked over, Celestia's grand oak desk was turned over, and blood....everywhere. The desk phone lay on the floor, still plugged in. It didn't really matter since Twilight had a cellphone, but she picked up the desk phone and dialed a number.

"C'mon....c'mon..." She mumbled as the dial tone rang for what seemed like an eternity.

"Hello?" An adolescent voice asked from the other side of the line

"Spike! Oh thank heavens you're okay!" Twilight could have cried for how relieved she was to hear his voice. "Spike! You need to..."

"What?" Spike said. "I can't hear you. Speak up."

"Spike listen to me! You have to..."

"Hello!? Hello!? Twilight? Is that you!"

"Yes it's me spike, but you need to know-"

"Hold on I'm going through a tunnel...your breaking up..."

"Spike how could you possibly...."

"Ha ha! This is a voicemail! Leave a message!"

Beep.

The phone slid out of Twilight's open hand and cracked on the floor. Her mouth was agape as a tear rolled down her cheek. Spike had pulled a prank at the worst moment possible, and he did it without meaning to.

"Did he pull that voicemail prank? I love that prank! I always laugh when I get one of those." Pinkie cheered.

Twilight felt her chest was burning a little. A feeling that was slightly alien to her. The feeling, no...the undying urge to punch some one. A feeling of rage that has truly never peaked within Twilight's soul. Thankfully...it didn't bubble over, not now.

If spike couldn't answer, maybe her parents will! The desk phone was broken, so Twilight used her near death cell phon, and speed dialed her house. Followed by more of that accursed eternal dial tone.

"Twilight!?" The phone picked up.

"Mom!" Twilight was relived to hear her mother's voice, her real voice.

"Honey, come to the house!"

"Mom?"

"Come to the house Twilight, bring spike! Quickly!" The phone hung up, and Twilight was left with another objective to her mental plan.

She turned to Pinkie pie, who was helping herself to the taffy jar in Principle Celestia's file cabinet.

"Pinkie, would you like to come with me to my mom and dad's place? I got to find my brother."

"Of course!" Pinkie beamed with a mouth full of taffy, and the bloodied chainsaw at her side. "Gotta help my friends!"

There's that word again. What a nice word for an asshat of a world this land has become.