Applejack had been the first to be turned, the first to be taken into the new, immortal circle of friends Fluttershy had worked so hard to bring into being. In her own apple orchard, surrounded by her own element, she had still been taken, and forced to accept her new lifestyle.

Rainbow Dash had been next. Though she resisted fiercely, her own arrogance had been her downfall, leading her into a situation even she could not escape. Though some part of Fluttershy regretted being so forceful, she had done what was necessary, and now, the rainbow-maned pegasus was one of them.

Then, Rarity. Though her magic had helped her resist, and she evaded her pursuer for a time, she still succumbed to her fate, and took in a new part of herself, one that would make her a lovely bat pony.

All three of Fluttershy’s victims were secure in their transformation, and could not be brought back to the way they were before. It had been a long, exhausting night for Fluttershy, taking each mare and forcing them to accept her, making them see the wondrous prize she was bestowing them with…

Now, only two remained.

As the bat pony flew through the peaceful night sky of the everfree forest, thinking over her victories, she realized that she had never felt so proud. She had gone from a shy weakling, last to join any conflict, to an apex predator, eagerly stalking her prey. Why had she ever doubted herself? WHy had she ever hidden this side of herself from the others? They were her treasured friends, and they deserved this gift. They deserved to be together forever, and with this new power, this new bat pony form, they could be.

Having become a powerful flier with her new, leathery wings, it wasn’t long before Fluttershy had crossed the Everfree, returning to where her next victims would still be searching for her, back in Applejack’s dark, ruined orchard.

“You’ll join us soon… just you wait…”

Fluttershy glanced through the darkness from above the trees, her sharp, focused eyesight attuned perfectly to the night. It didn’t take her long to locate the last two friends she had yet to taint with her vile seed.

Amongst the twisted branches of sickly trees, a small patch of pink bounced through the trunks, humming a happy tune that sounded very familiar, a song to encourage ponies to not let their fears control them. How blissfully ignorant she seemed, unaware of the fall of her companions, and the plans Fluttershy had for Pinkie when she was in her clutches.

Only a short distance away, a burst of violet light searched the shadowy trees. The newly crowned princess Twilight Sparkle herself, lighting the orchard with her horn in silent concentration, systematically checked every hiding place, searching for her query in the forest of ruined apple trees.

Twilight’s horn glowed brighter than any unicorn’s, and her powerful alicorn wings folded neatly against her sides as she trotted confidently, sure of her control and purpose. Fluttershy knew she would have to tread carefully around her, as she seemed to know something about the ways of the bat pony. Perhaps she even had a spell of some sort to turn her back into the old, weak Fluttershy she used to be.

Fluttershy couldn't let that happen. To take on Twilight, she would need to be at the height of her power, with nopony left to interrupt or distract her. If she was unprepared, and was caught off guard by Twilight, she might have to give up on her dream, the utopia where she and her friends could live forever, and never know hardship.

“No… not yet…” Fluttershy whispered to herself, “I will need to wait for the others to finish their transformation before I can set my sights on her… Pinkie will have to be next…”

She directed her attention towards the bouncing, singing pink form. Yes… She would do nicely… for now.

The bat pony slowed her flight and descended. Finding a tree branch that could hold her weight, she let her tail wrap lightly around it, as she fell into her preferred hanging position. Returning her gaze to the pink pony just below, she waited, watching and waiting for the most perfect time to strike.

Holding a small flashlight with her strangely prehensile mane, Pinkie continued her search, unaware that her target was only following her instead. Waving her head to the left and right to cast some light on the shadowy forms around her, she continued her light-hearted humming, the melody continuing forever in a meaningless, joyful chorus. Fluttershy could only wonder who she was trying to comfort besides herself.

Fluttershy smirked as Pinkie trotted below her, helpless and unaware.

She would only get one chance to do this, as Pinkie would be changed forever afterward… so why get straight to business, when she could have a little fun? Pinkie always did like a good prank, having pulled so many on her friends over the years...

Now it was Fluttershy’s turn to prank back.

Plucking an apple from her tree, she ran her hooves over it’s firm, red surface, glistening slightly in the moonlight.

Taking a few moments to watch Pinkie’s movements and make sure her aim was perfect, she silently hurled the apple from her hoof.

The juicy red fruit flew through the air towards the pink pony below before hitting the pink, poofy mane just above her head. It impacted the bottom of the flashlight with a dull thud, launching it out of the mare’s grasp.

As her only light source was knocked away from her, Pinkie jumped and squealed in confusion and fear.

A few moments later, both the hunter and prey heard the flashlight land on a rock a few steps off the pathway, the functional end shattering against the stone surface.

The clearing was plunged into darkness.

Fluttershy's let her sharpened teeth form a devious smile. A perfect shot. She almost couldn't believe it had gone so well. Silently, she spread her wings, moving closer to her prey now that she had the cover of darkness, her night vision giving her a great advantage over her prey.

Pinkie trembled in fear. Realizing she was no longer alone in this orchard, and that somepony who might mean her harm was nearby, she was scared out of her mind. Not the good kind of scared, which she might feel on Nightmare Night, where it was all part of harmless fun and games. This was a truer fear, knowing that there was real danger for both her and her friends.

"F-Fluttershy? Was that you?" She asked, turning aimlessly about, and trying to spot any movement in the nearby trees, though it was now too dark for her to see much.

A soft wingbeat sounded from behind her.

Pinkie turned about rapidly, only to find nothing left to reveal what she had heard. Or had she heard it? Was it all just her imagination? Whatever had broken her flashlight seemed real enough... But was it still here? What could it be, anyway? Was it Fluttershy? A vampire fruit bat they might have missed? Was it Rainbow dash just playing a prank? Her mind wanted so much to believe that this was all just a ploy to get her scared, that nothing truly bad was happening...

Trying to calm herself, Pinkie started singing under her breath.

“Pinkie, you've gotta stand up tall… Learn to face your fears…”

Her singing was interrupted by another soft rustling of leaves, and the pink pony gasped, searching the darkness for the noise's source. Was this the same thing that had broken her flashlight? It sounded closer this time, like it was watching her, slowly advancing and planning its next strike.

The next thing the pink mare knew, she heard a sudden whoosh of air, as if some pony were throwing something...

Smack!

Out of nowhere, another apple pelted her in the side of the head, hard enough to dizzy her.

As her vision suddenly began fogging over, circling stars appearing near the edge of her sights, Pinkie let out a squeal of pain, her fears confirmed. Her mind raced a mile a minute, thinking what this must mean. Her dumbed-down senses accentuated her terror, driving her mind out of control.

With a high-pitched scream, she took off running in a randomly chosen direction, hoping to get as far away from this place as she could.

“Aaaaaaaaaaagh! Somepony help! Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, SOMEPONY HELP ME!”

As the shadows of nearby trees passed by her darkened, swirling vision, she raced onwards, narrowly avoiding collisions left and right, moving randomly in hopes of losing whomever might be following. The scenery came at her like a blur, a branch here, a rock there, but even as she avoided every obstacle, she had the strangest feeling in her gut that she wouldn’t be able to lose this mysterious presence, so she continued to call out, just praying that somepony might hear her and help her out of this horrible orchard.

As she ran, she made use of her pinkie sense, using more than just her sight to choose her path. A tail-twitch here, an ear-twitch there… each of them meant something different and unique, and she interpreted them on the fly, using their guidance to avoid everything from mud holes to low-hanging branches.

Rushing in a frenzied panic, leaves got stuck in her mane and tail, getting her hair tangled, morphing it from a light, puffy texture to a messy dead weight hanging from her neck. She hated the feeling of it flopping against her as she galloped, but she couldn't stop moving to address it. She had a much bigger problem on hoof.

The light of the moon filtered through the trees as they began to grow thinner, making her path just a little bit easier to make out, but the howling wind accompanied by the ghastly creaking of dead trees only served to make her fear more and more intense.

And all the while, Pinkie could feel her body working hard, her heartbeat pounding in her chest so hard, she felt like she could burst. Between her panicked screams for help from the nearby forest, she found herself taking longer and longer breaks so she could take long, gasping breaths.

Through the fog of exhaustion and panic, pinkie thought she heard the sound of wingbeats behind her.

No way! She thought, I have to keep going, or that shadowy vampire pony's gonna gobble me up!

She gasped in a deep breath, ready to let out another long, piercing scream, her final hopes riding on her friends finding her here.

"SOMEPONY HE-"

Then, suddenly, her voice was cut off as she suddenly felt a mighty force hit her back, forcing her to the ground and knocking the wind out of her.

Pinkie’s face buried itself into the dirt as she was forced down, grunting in pain. Whatever had hit her now held her against the ground, and she could feel something on her shoulders keeping her pinned down. It didn’t take her long to realize they were hooves. She tried to turn her head to look back at her assailant, but found herself forced in place against the dirty ground.

A malicious giggle split the cool night air, one that shocked her to the core. It was a voice she knew dearly, and had heard many times before. It was unmistakable, but yet, Pinkie could hardly believe it.

It was Fluttershy’s voice.

“Oh, now that was a fun little game, wasn’t it?” said the bat pony pinning her down. “I’ve never seen you so scared, Pinkie! And those screams? Hilarious!”

The batpony sneered down maliciously.

“But that's enough of that. It's time for the real fun to begin!”

Pinkie could only look back into Fluttershy's eyes, terrified. She tried to struggle, and escape the bat pony's grip, but this new Fluttershy was much stronger than the old one, not giving Pinkie any chance to get away.

Pinkie put a weak smile on her face, hoping this was all just some harmless prank.

"Oh, good one Fluttershy! This totally sets us even after that rubber snake prank. I bet even Rainbow dash would be proud!"

Conjuring up her cutest grin, she looked back at Fluttershy, but the menacing figure still showed no sign of mercy, even going so far as to laugh at Pinkie’s fears.

“Oh, but this game isn’t finished yet! It’s just beginning! You’re mine now, and you won’t be getting out of what I have planned.”

Fluttershy bared her fangs, letting them glint in the moonlight, as if she couldn’t wait to put them to good use.

Pinkie winced, just waiting for the fangs to fall on her, dig into her neck and drain her of blood. She didn’t have the wings of a pegasus, the magic of a unicorn, nor even the strength of a farmer pony like Applejack. She couldn’t escape now, and all of her hope began to fade away.

“Stop it right there!”

Pinkie’s captor froze.

Suddenly, the clearing was bathed in the warm glow of magically conjured light.

Fluttershy growled in frustration and pain. She was so close to making Pinkie hers! Who would have the audacity to deny her?

Striding powerfully towards the predator and prey, Twilight glared at the monstrous bat pony that was once her friend.

Fluttershy shuddered as the light shined over her. It was much weaker than the intense blast Rarity had caused, but it still hurt as it burned into her skin. Squinting her eyes against the brightness, she glared back at Twilight, angry about the interruption.

“Twilight… how annoying… I had hoped you wouldn’t be able to find me so soon, but you’re still too late. My work nears its completion, and there’s nothing you, or anyone from ponyville, can do to stop me.”

Twilight frowned, undeterred. It was hard to tell what she was thinking from her stern expression as she continued to slowly advance, her horn continuing to illuminate the area.

"I don't care what you say, I'm not going to just let you hurt Pinkie like this!" She said, narrowing her eyes to return Fluttershy's glare. Beneath the yellow bat Pony's hooves, Pinkie looked up at Twilight, her eyes pleading for help.

Fluttershy merely cackled in response.

“Oh, how riveting!" She taunted. "The alicorn princess can't stand the sight of a friend in pain, and comes rushing to her aid! Unfortunately, I'm not about to just let my prey go...”

Putting her teeth against Pinkie’s throat, Fluttershy bit down, letting a few droplets of blood seep from the punctured flesh. Pinkie squealed in pain for one moment, but quickly quieted herself, not wanting to show just how scared she truly was.

Holding her teeth there, so close to ripping apart Pinkie's fragile neck and inflicting a deadly wound, Fluttershy glared back at Twilight.

The alicorn herself was visibly struck by how suddenly Fluttershy had resorted to bloodshed, and how easily the action had been performed. She glared back at Fluttershy, more determined than ever to stop this new threat to her friends.

She took a step forward.

"Stop!" Fluttershy screeched, forcing Twilight halt her advance. Fluttershy only grinned, knowing just how much power she had over her foe.

"It would be a real shame if your dear friend Pinkie had to perish here..." The bat pony said with a sly smile. "And if you make any move closer, something… unfortunate may happen... "

Twilight let out a frustrated growl, realizing that this was no longer Fluttershy that she was dealing with. This new demon possessing her didn't have any qualms against hurting pinkie... She was even willing to go so low as to use Pinkie as a hostage. This was a foe that she couldn't defeat with magic, but would rather have to face with cunning and wit.

The two ponies glared into the other's eyes, each filled with fiery anger.

“Unless you want to watch your friend die right here, I suggest you back off, Twilight.”

The forest fell silent for a long minute, the only sound in the clearing being Pinkie's quiet sobs of defeat.

Twilight didn't move an inch, standing in her spot, unable to move, else she risk her friend's life.

As a grin slowly spread across Fluttershy's face, she knew that she had won this round.

Letting out a slow, menacing laugh, she grabbed Pinkie in her hooves, levitating off the ground with the mare in tow, flailing about helplessly. Hovering slowly away from Twilight, her face slowly faded from Twilight's view, morphing into the shadows of the dark orchard.

"You cannot win, Twilight." Fluttershy laughed as she flew off with her captive, leaving Twilight behind, unable to follow out of fear for Pinkie's safety.

"The last of your friends now falls under the curse of darkness, and you are alone now. With no friends at your side, I wonder just how long you can evade your fate..."

"But know, Twilight Sparkle, that no matter how long you run, you will not escape. We will catch you, and you will become one of us."

"Farewell... For now."

Fluttershy flew through the starry night sky, her bat wings flapping powerfully as she swooped and dived over the ruined apple trees. She clutched Pinkie tightly against her chest as the pink pony squealed and writhed, terrified as the scenery seemed to shrink beneath them.

She held her head high, proud of herself for out-matching Twilight in their confrontation. She had stood up to an alicorn and gotten her way in the end. Not many ponies could claim such a feat, and it made Fluttershy beam with pride. Nopony was completely all-powerful, and soon enough, with the help of the others she had converted, even Twilight would eventually fall.

For now, however, she could focus on Pinkie, and begin her transformation.

“Now then… where shall I do it?” the vampire pony growled under her breath. She didn’t want to stay in the orchard fearing that Twilight might find and interrupt her. She needed someplace secure, where she could hide away from the alicorn’s searching gaze. It would be hard to carry Pinkie far from the orchard, so it had to be somewhere close…

Looking down from her high vantage point, the bat pony’s eyes fell on the dimly lit windows of the Apple house. Surely Applejack’s family would still be awake, worried about the one member that had yet to return home. Little did they know she wouldn’t be returning tonight, for she was still in the orchard, transforming into a new mare…

Fluttershy knew she should avoid the farmhouse for now, or else they might find her with Pinkie.

But yet, she found herself eyeing the nearby barn.

The walls of the structure looked thick enough to muffle any noise she might make in the process of taking Pinkie, and would hide her from Twilight, if she continued her search. There might also be some rope lying around…

Smiling, Flutterbat quickly changed her course, flying towards the old barn with her captive in tow.

Looking down at her struggling, screaming victim, Fluttershy realized there was a very real danger in the Apples potentially still being awake. The barn would be close to the house, and if Pinkie was still screaming when they arrived, things could go very bad for her very quickly.

Keeping this in mind, Fluttershy lowered herself to the ground, dropping Pinkie face first onto the ground as soon as she reached a safe height, before landing beside her.

“Now then…” Fluttershy whispered as she stood over Pinkie’s terrified form. “Since I can’t risk you alarming poor, innocent little Applebloom with your incessant screaming…”

Thwack!

With a simple hoof to the back of the head, the pink pony fell limp at Fluttershy’s feet, knocked out. Satisfied that Pinkie wouldn’t make any more noise for the time being, Fluttershy hoisted her back over her shoulders, and carried her towards the barn.

Pinkie awoke in darkness.

Groggily coming to her senses, she groaned and made to stretch her legs.

It took a few moments before she realized that her voice had been muffled by a foreign object lodged in her mouth, and her no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to move her front legs.

By the time she began to recall what had happened leading up to this situation, her mind immediately began to race in panic. Unable to see anything around her, she pulled against whatever bound her and screamed into the foul-tasting rope gag that forced itself into her mouth.

"Ah, so you're awake then."

Hearing the voice of Fluttershy, Pinkie inhaled sharply, realizing that she had been knocked out. Just where was she now, and what did the bat pony do to her while she wasn’t awake?

Suddenly, she found her vision restored as she felt a hoof pull a scrap of fabric off her eyes.

The area she found herself in was familiar. It was Applejack’s barn.

The barn was spacious, with stalls for cattle, several work tables, some cluttered with materials and animal feed, while others were free. Family pictures hung along one wall, the oldest going back to when Granny Smith was still young. Along the others were rungs and posts, with various supplies, yokes, pitchforks, and other tools hanging within easy reach. And everywhere, stuffed into almost every nook and cranny were large numbers of shiny red fruit, picked directly from the nearby trees. Bags hung from the ceiling to hold them, and buckets in the corners overflowed with their tasty contents.

Pinkie grunted, realizing that her forehooves had been bound with rope, tying them around one of the cylindrical support beams that held up the entire structure. A quick test of the ropes by tugging at them revealed that it was quite sturdy, and she wouldn't be able to release herself.

Her hind legs were left completely unbound, however, allowing her to move her lower body around a bit. She was unsure why they had been left as such, but they enabled her to stand, so she wasn't quite so vulnerable.

And then, there was Fluttershy, who hovered in the air about a foot above her, looking down with a menacing smirk. Her wings flapped, keeping her airborne, as she tossed the makeshift blindfold she had just pulled off Pinkie to the side. Celestia only knew what she was planning exactly, but Pinkie knew one thing for sure. It wouldn’t be fun.

Unable to voice her protests due to the rope gagging her, Pinkie could only tremble in fear and let out muffled grunts as Fluttershy spoke.

"I was almost worried back there," she said as she landed gently by Pinkie's side, placing one of her forehooves on her back, "If it weren't for you, Twilight probably would have caught me."

Seeing her malicious smile, Pinkie somehow knew that Twilight wouldn't be able to save her now. Fluttershy must have lost her in the forest...

Knowing that her one hope was now gone, Pinkie felt a few tears run down her cheek, as Fluttershy ran a hoof along the back of her neck, feigning sympathy, though it was only to mock her prey.

“Oh there, there, Pinkie.” Fluttershy said, holding her smile as she looked down at her, “Everything will be alright. Tonight will hurt a little, but the gift you receive at the end will be worth it.”

The batpony continued to smile maliciously down, leaving pinkie to tremble in fear of what might come, what kind of horrible gift Fluttershy had prepared for her.

“Awwww… Such a sad look doesn't suit you." The bat pony continued, as Pinkie continued to mope in despair.

"Why don't we cheer you up with a fun party game!” she giggled, “I know just the one. Your favorite!”

Looking back, not sure what the bat pony meant, Pinkie saw Fluttershy walk to the center of the barn, the blindfold she had used earlier held in an extended hoof.

"You know how to play 'Pin the tail on the pony,' right?" Fluttershy sneered as she licked her lips, "It's just like that, except instead of a tail, I'll be putting something else on that juicy flank of yours."

Fluttershy’s fangs glinted, as if hungry for pinkie’s blood.

Pinkie's eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, her muffled protests growing louder. This was a horrible kind of party game, and she didn't want any part of it.

In the corner of her vision, Pinkie could see an open window in the side of the barn, and cried out as loud as the rope in her mouth allowed, hoping it would carry outside, to the farmhouse where the apples might hear. But yet, no help came, and Pinkie realized she would have no choice but to play in this corrupted version of her favorite social game.

"You might want to settle down, Pinkie," Fluttershy said as she began donning the blindfold. "You don't want to let me find you by the sound of your voice, do you?"

It didn’t take long for Pinkie to realize that Fluttershy was right, so she fought back the urge to cry out, biting down on the gag and using her hind hooves to quietly move around the support pillar, hoping that it might make it harder for Fluttershy to find her.

In the midst of her fearful attempts to postpone the inevitable, she couldn’t help but wonder what terrible plan her captor had in mind, and what exactly it had to do with her vulnerable pink flank.

Watching carefully, Pinkie stared back at Fluttershy as the scrap of fabric she was using as a blindfold covered her eyes, blinding the bat pony. Quickly tying it in a knot behind her head, her yellow hooves worked quickly before setting themselves back down on the floor.

Then, Fluttershy began to turn her body around, spinning in a circle as she counted the revolutions aloud.

"One... Two... Three..."

It was a scene Pinkie had seen many times before, with all sorts of ponies on the receiving end of the spinning. Her mind associated the movement with laughter, fun and games, an inseparable aspect of who she was, and how she lived.

Now however, the scene was silent, tension filling the air. This time when her favorite party game was played, Pinkie had a stake in it that she knew little about, and absolutely no chance of victory. No matter how long she might persist, Fluttershy would have to find her eventually, despite her blindfold. And once Fluttershy found her... Pinkie wasn't sure what would happen, but she knew it wouldn't be cake and ice cream.

Finishing her final turn to significantly dizzy herself, Fluttershy stopped, stabilizing herself with clumsy movements.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Pinkie was driving herself mad with fear. Fluttershy had made this out to be some game, but games were supposed to be fun ways for ponies to interact, ending with laughter and good times. This was much different. She had to be caught eventually, and whatever bad thing the bat pony had in mind would eventually come to pass. She was just being toyed with, her emotions only serving to further Fluttershy's amusement.

Why is this happening to me? Pinkie thought to herself, Of all the ponies in ponyville, why would it have to be the party pony that never wanted to do anything but make everyone smile? It’s not fair…

Her lip quivered as tears came to her eyes, all the while squirming, and doing what little she could to avoid the oncoming predator, and prolong this "game" for as long as she could.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy begun to stumble forwards, trying to use her innate sense of direction to walk towards the spot where Pinkie was bound, despite how disoriented she had become after spinning herself about. She was facing too far to the right to walk right into Pinkie, but she continued forward anyway, unaware of her surroundings due to her lost sense of sight.

Quietly, Pinkie shuffled herself out of the way as Fluttershy walked right past the support beam, and towards the opposite wall.

Pinkie remained silent, hoping beyond hope that it was possible to be saved. There wasn’t much she could do, but if Fluttershy were to be clumsy enough, perhaps there was the tiniest chance she could make a wrong move... If she hit that wall just right, one of Big Mac's yokes looked heavy enough that if it fell, it might knock her out... Or maybe, if she made enough noise, the Apple family would come to investigate...

But these were merely tiny hopes lingering on the back of her mind, amidst the waves and waves of despair, telling her that no matter what happened tonight, she wouldn't get off the hook so easily.

The bat pony continued to walk cautiously forward, until her nose gently bumped into the wall, forcing her to stop and reassess her location.

“Oops! You’re not over here~,” Fluttershy said with a taunting lilt in her voice before turning about, so she could search another part of the barn for her prey.

Remaining silent, Pinkie could only stay where she was, watching as the predator continued to search the room.

“Just where is that pink party pony?…” the bat pony muttered to herself, as she walked off in another direction, and ramming nose-first into another wall.

Hee hee hee! Fluttershy's so dizzy, she doesn't even know where she is now! This is almost as funny as when Gilda played this game, and went the completely wrong direction! Hee hee hee!

Somewhere deep inside Pinkie's mind, she found this whole situation amusing. This was the game she loved most for a reason, and Fluttershy was absolutely clueless! If other ponies were here now, she knew it would be a fond memory for everypony.

But yet, this wasn't a party. This wasn't Sugarcube Corner, and nopony else was here. And most importantly, this wasn't all fun and games. Pinkie had to stay focused, and not give away her location. She couldn't laugh now, not when so much was at stake...

Fluttershy growled as she smashed face-first into the wall. That had hurt. She wondered if she should just give up this charade and go after the pink pony, but she’d started the game, and she was determined to play it out until its end. On top of it all, she couldn’t stop thinking about the prize that awaited her, the pony she would lay claim to once she succeeded.

Continuing to stumble around the room, still dizzy, Fluttershy tried to be more cautious. She didn’t want to keep bumping into walls over and over. She carefully maneuvered through the barn, hoping she was getting close. That delicious pink flank could be right in front of her now, just waiting for her to step forward and…

As with the next step, her leg suddenly tripped, finding itself stepping into a tin container, and lodging itself inside. Tripping over, Fluttershy cursed under her breath as she realized she had just stepped into a bucket. As she stumbled, her legs trying to find new balance, she fell forward, her nose hitting another wall, and making a loud thud.

CLANG! SMASH! BONK!

Having struck the worst possible wall, Fluttershy heard a number of farm tools fall from above her, off their hanging rungs.

Noises of metal and plastic as piles of things collapse atop her. A rake, a garden hoe, a yoke… All of them fell from their place, landing on top of Fluttershy, covering her in a clutter of utensils.

As pinkie watched from only a few yards away, she had to press her muzzle up against the post she had been tied to to keep herself from bursting out in muffled laughter. This was priceless! She’d never gotten Fluttershy to play Pin the tail on the pony before, and she’s understood why the old fluttershy might be hesitant, so seeing the mare tripping over herself pushed her so close to her limit. She could feel her breathing quicken, and the breath from in her chest, ready to burst forth in a high pitched giggle, so close to escaping from her...

Then, in a strange, ironic twist of fate, Fluttershy lifted her head from within the pile of farm utensils just as another tin bucket fell from above, falling onto her head and covering her face with a loud clang.

Seeing this, Pinkie could no longer hold her tongue, as she let out an uncontrolled giggle at the sight.

Oh my gosh, that was perfect! I can’t believe that just happened! Hee hee hee! I mean, the first bucket was funny, but that second one was just the icing on the cake! I love pin the tail on the pony! I hope I’m next to play! I wanna see what it’s like to-

Then, as Fluttershy suddenly pulled the bucked off her head, and perked up her ears, locking onto her location, Pinkie remembered where she was, what was happening, and why she shouldn’t be laughing.

Oh no… What have I done...

The yellow bat pony shook herself free of the cluster that had fallen atop her before rushing to where she’d heard the sound of Pinkie’s laughter, placing her hooves down hard on Pinkie’s flank, speaking with venom.

“Aha! I’ve got you now!”

Pinkie grunted as she felt the hooves of the bat pony grab onto her backside in victory, knowing that she had lost this game, and would now pay the price for being unable to restrain herself. If only she wasn’t so prone to laughter…

Fluttershy rubbed a cheek against Pinkie’s flank, revelling in her success. Pinkie wanted to shy away, never knowing a pony to be so… assertive… with regards to her well-formed rump. It felt strange, and not the good kind of strange like when you come up with a new flavor for cupcakes. A new, awkward kind of strange that she didn’t like.

Not taking off her blindfold yet, Fluttershy licked her lips.

“Well...” she said slowly. “Now that I’ve found the pony… I guess I should place my marker where I think the tail goes...”

Anxious, Pinkie murmured through her gag forcefully, no longer trying to hide. Suddenly finding some weakness in the rope, she bit down, just hard enough to snap it between her teeth. With her mouth now free, Pinkie began to plead for mercy from her assailant.

“B-but you don’t even have a marker! Or a pin… so… w-what are you going to do to me?”

Pinkie shivered as she spoke those words, not knowing quite what Fluttershy had planned for her. She knew it couldn’t be good, but she couldn’t piece together just what that was.

“Please… please j-just let me go… I-I still like you, Fluttershy… Please remember all the good times we had… remember what our friendship means! This… this isn’t you!” she squeaked out in desperation, begging her attacker to see how wrong this was, and change the horrible path she was on.

However, Fluttershy never acknowledged Pinkie’s plea. Eagerly, grabbed Pinkie's flank with her hooves leaned in close, as if she were readying to pin a party tail on a poster.

When Fluttershy’s warm breath fell on Pinkie’s backside, a strange, unfamiliar feeling welled up from within her. A tingle unlike anything her Pinkie sense had ever given her emanated from back there, growing as Fluttershy inched her face closer and closer to her...

Then, Fluttershy’s lips silently met with Pinkie’s backside. Having aimed perfectly, Fluttershy lightly kissed the sensitive skin at the entrance to pinkie’s slit.

The pink flank shuddered in fear as those lips touched her delicate slit, such a light peck already making her mind reel with confusing feelings.

“F-fluttershy…?” Pinkie asked quietly, fearfully, “W-what are you doing? My tail is up there...”

Pinkie was the oldest of the bunch, but knew very little about sexual things. Her world was made of parties and innocence, never having experienced the pleasures of intimate company. She could do nothing but wait, wondering where this would lead as she breathed rapidly, afraid of the strange things Fluttershy was doing to her.

Fluttershy, however, knew exactly what she was doing.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pinkie,” she said, before moving in for another kiss. “This next bit will be fun for both of us…”

“N-next… bit…?” Pinkie squeaked out, “P-please… please don’t…” Her voice was a hushed whisper as her eyes went as wide as dinner plates, her wild fears reflected in them.

Fluttershy only giggled at Pinkie’s silly, naive fears, as she poked out her tongue, moving to gently lap at Pinkie’s entrance, starting at the bottom of her slit, and licking upwards over her folds, until she finally pulled away, having run over every inch of the sensitive skin. It was amazing to taste such a sweet pony pussy, even though she was still blindfolded, and couldn’t see it...

As Pinkie felt Fluttershy’s tongue lapping at her, the tingling sensations grew ever more intense, filling her up with a strange desire she didn’t know she had. Some part of her, deep down, enjoyed it, and craved more, even though her mind screamed at her that this was wrong, that she needed to escape.

Pinkie could hardly believe what was happening. What was Fluttershy trying to do to her? She had to resist! She couldn’t give in now, or Celestia knows what would happen!

All the while, she could hardly control herself as she let out protesting groans each time Fluttershy pulled away, and surprised squeals each time Fluttershy’s warm tongue touched her skin, saliva moistening her privates...

Hearing this, the bat-pony grinned, reveling in the sounds of Pinkie’s torment, the cries of forced pleasure that signaled her victory. There was nothing the pink pony beneath her could do to escape her fate. Fluttershy had won, and now she could take her time and enjoy her reward, before finishing off her poor, harmless prisoner, and making her one of the new, ever-growing brood. Pinkie’s ascension was imminent, and the bat pony intended to make what little time she had left memorable.

Pinkie cried out as she was toyed with, unable to hide her discomfort, nor her unwanted arousal. Her own fluids joined with Fluttershy’s saliva as the tongue continued to play with her nethers, and her inner thighs grew heated with desire for release.

Fluttershy grew more and more adventurous in her advances, pressing her lips over Pinkie’s slit and letting her tongue lightly part the walls. As her tongue began to touch more sensitive areas, the pink pony shivered, whimpering as sensations she had never known before became too much for her, coming too fast and intense to handle.

As Pinkie grew more and more agitated, Fluttershy focused her efforts more and more on the areas that seemed to affect her victim the most, her tongue rubbing up against them with malicious intent. Finding Pinkie’s clit, she touched it over and over, knowing well that it would drive the mare wild.

Then, unable to hold it in any longer, Pinkie felt her body twitch all over, as the heat in her loins reached the peak of its intensity. Feeling more fluids emerge from deep within her, she experienced her first orgasm, her face blushing a deep red as her cries echoed into the night.

“Oh… Did you like that, Pinkie ?” Fluttershy sneered as she leaned in close to her victim. “Was it as much fun as one of your party games?”

The bat pony cackled as pinkie gasped for breath, falling limp against the post she was tied to. Trotting up next to the mare with a wide, evil smile, she leaned in close and brushed her fangs tenderly over Pinkie’s neck,

“Don't worry. There's plenty more fun to be had tonight." she whispered, her sharpened teeth uncomfortably close to the pink mare’s ear. “And then, when you rise again, there will be even more ponies to have fun with, and bring into our growing brood…”

Pinkie Shivered in fear, still coming to grips with the strange, powerful desires that her brain was overloaded with.

"Y-you want to turn me...into a b-bat pony like y-you?"

Fluttershy grinned, thoroughly enjoying playing with Pinkie's fears.

"Yes," she murmured. "You, and all of the others... This gift of eternal life, and the pleasures of intimacy... all of it will be yours soon..."

"But I'm getting ahead of myself," Fluttershy said, drawing her head closer to Pinkie's neck.

"Your time is at hand, and I must drink your blood so we can proceed..."

Pinkie’s eyes widened as fear shone clearly in them, “Drink my… blood?”

Suddenly, Pinkie became aware just how close the sharp fangs were to the blood vessels in her neck. As the cold teeth touched her skin, she could feel the cold points as they came so close to puncturing her skin…

Suddenly feeling restless and panicked, Pinkie he pulled back her hooves, frantically trying to break to ropes that held her immobile and get the bat pony away from her, though she knew it was hopeless.

“No, Fluttershy! I don’t want you to drink my blood! I thought we were friends… and no friend would do such a mean thing as this!”

Yelling out in protest as she tried to escape, Pinkie shivered as the pressure building up between the fangs and her neck grew. Bound as she was, she couldn’t hope to stop this now, as much as she tried.

“Don’t worry, Pinkie,” Fluttershy said just before biting down, “We’re still friends. I’m just making sure that our friendship will last, and that nothing can stand between us when the dawn comes.”

As the fangs pierced her neck, Pinkie squealed loudly, piercing the silence with her pained exclamation. The pain wasn’t much, as it only felt like two needles had poked into her skin, but pinkie could feel her blood escaping, quickened by Fluttershy sucking on the wound and drawing it out. She suddenly felt cold and tired, like she was being sapped of all her life force, everything that made her the energetic pink pony she was. her head felt light, and it was hard to think.

Fluttershy could feel Pinkie’s resistance dissolving as she pierced the pink pony’s neck, knowing pinkie was losing her will to fight back. The sweet nectar of life, which she needed to further her ambitions, tasted so delectable on her tongue as she suckled the wound, wanting more and more…

The desire to drink it all, to suck pinkie’s body of all it’s fluids and leave her an empty, dead husk drew Fluttershy in, tempting her with the taste of what she could have if she wanted it… But Fluttershy knew she couldn’t do that to Pinkie. She had to be allowed to live, to transform and rise again. This drink was necessary only to fuel what was to come, and she had to show restraint.

Finally, after minutes of silent drinking, Fluttershy released her jaw’s grip on Pinkie’s neck, licking her lips as she savored the last mouthful she needed.

“Delicious...” she whispered, just loud enough for Pinkie to hear.

Pinkie was ashamed. She had been pierced, and now Fluttershy had her weakened, and trapped right where she wanted. There was no escape, and no hope for mercy. Her ears drooped as the realization hit, her eyes watering as she looked at the floor sorrowfully.

“S-so now what… what comes after this?…” she asked, sadly. “Am I going to be a bat pony like you now?”

Fluttershy shook her head.

“Not quite yet… There’s still something else we must do first. But don’t worry. You will have your own fangs and leathery wings soon enough…” She cackled, the sound reverberating off the walls of the old barn, echoing in the ears of her victim.

As Fluttershy laughed, Pinkie hardly looked up from her droopy position. Without hope, or any reason to struggle any longer, she was soundly defeated. Now she could only wait for Fluttershy to make the next move.

"Well then, my little pink mare..." The bat pony started, "I hope you're ready..."

Fluttershy could feel the blood of her victim swirling about inside her, magically giving her newfound arousal and desire. She could feel her new male anatomy twitch, and begin its growth from the small, harmless organ it usually was to the monster that had taken down mares, forever changing them. The loose-fitting skin tightened, as it grew larger, harder, and hotter, filled up with Fluttershy's lust.

It wasn't long before the beastly length was at the height of it's power, radiating its heat and stench of masculinity.

Three mares had already fallen before the might of Fluttershy's penis tonight.

Now, the fourth would share their fate.

Pinkie, so innocently unaware of just what was coming, sobbed into the floor of the barn.

When the predator that had cornered her looked down at her, it wasn't a look of pity, nor regret. But yet, Pinkie couldn't sense any more malice in that gaze, as the eyes looked back at her, staring deep into her soul.

All that was left in those eyes was a desire for her mare so strong, Celestia herself could not have denied her.

Her heart racing with fear, Pinkie felt Fluttershy lift her front hooves up onto her back, the bat pony looming above as she leaned in close, all too willing to share her lust with her new mare.

Too impatient to explain her new anatomy to her victim, Fluttershy instead opted to just show her, and without any subtlety, she pressed her groin against the pink rump below, letting the stiff member rub against the flesh, teasing herself against the mare's nethers.

Pinkie gasped.

"F-Fluttershy?! Y-you have a... a tallywhacker?!"

Fluttershy giggled as she rubbed against Pinkie, the light tone of her laughter cracking slightly as the sensitive dong was stimulated.

"A tallywhacker? Is that what you call it? How silly..." Fluttershy taunted. When her prey cowered, too embarrassed to respond, she smirked, knowing she'd hit a nerve.

"Why don't you just call it what it is?" she said as she continued to push herself against Pinkie. "Nopony else understands you when you're so ridiculous. Making sure everyone can keep up with you is part of being a good friend, right?"

Pinkie only looked away, shivering in fright as her mind raced, still trying to understand just what was happening, why Fluttershy was being so forceful, and why she had... that thing.

Growing impatient with Pinkie's silence again, Fluttershy growled.

"Go on, say it! What do I have?" she pressured, her fangs growing dangerously close to Pinkie's neck again.

Terrified, and unable to think clearly about the newfound revelation, Pinkie's mind went in circles. She knew exactly what Fluttershy wanted her to say, to admit, but to say it so bluntly, so harshly straightforward, while it was touching her backside in such a humiliating way... Pinkie didn't even want to think about what it was, and didn't want to admit to herself that she knew exactly what Fluttershy had, and therefore, what she was obviously planning...

"Y-you've got a... frosting shooter..." Pinkie managed to whimper.

With a loud smack, Fluttershy slapped Pinkie's generous flank with one of her forehooves. The mare yelped in surprise, then fell silent again.

"Oh come on, you know the real answer!" Fluttershy shouted as Pinkie yelped in surprise. "Tell me, what is it?"

"It's... a cream-filled eclair?"

Smack.

"Wrong! Try again."

"A... vegetarian sausage?"

Smack.

"Are you even trying? You know this one, Pinkie!"

As Pinkie continued to withhold the right answer, refusing to name the instrument of her demise, the strange feelings rose within her again, her sensitive marehood reacting to the phallus grinding against it. Her voice grew more and more unstable, as her thoughts drifted closer and closer to the conclusion that she didn't want to admit.

Finally, her mind began to fall into such depravity and desperation that she gave in, and said what Fluttershy wanted. Her face blushing red, she spoke up in a weak voice.

"It's... a p-p-penis..."

Fluttershy grinned. At last, her prey had acknowledged it for what it truly was. After so many years of living at her own pace, her mind in a world far away, she was brought back to the harsh reality of the world. There was no way Fluttershy would let her distance herself from this moment, for it was the height of intimacy and connection. Pinkie was her friend, and even if unwilling, her conversion had to be special, and personal.

"So, you do know what it is," She whispered back to pinkie. "I wonder then, if you know what it's for..."

Shaking and quivering Pinkie pressed her forehead against the post she was tied to, not knowing why Fluttershy was being so mean.

"It's for... making foals..."

Satisfied, Fluttershy pulled back her hips, letting her erection align with the love tunnel it had been teasing, poking it as she anticipated the entry.

"Correct, though this one is a bit different. Rest assured, there won't be any new foals, but it will make a new you."

Pinkie gasped, not knowing quite what to say. So this was how she would become a bat pony like Fluttershy, and this was what she had been planning all along.

Some part of Pinkie's subconscious wanted to think of some joke, something funny to lighten the mood so it wasn't so cold and oppressive, but nothing came to mind, her sense of humor coming up blank. This scene just seemed so unnervingly alien to her, and there wasn't a single funny thing about it.

That thing was going inside her... and it was going to make her forever changed.

Even as she had that thought, Fluttershy prepared for her first thrust, her passionate breaths hot against Pinkie's neck.

"P-please don't..."

But even as she began to form her words of protest, pinkie felt her assailant tighten her muscles, pushing roughly forward and forcing the thick, hardened member into her tight, virgin passage.

"Ngaaaaaah! Nooooooo~!" Pinkie screamed, feeling an overwhelming pain from within her. Her fears escalated as she squeezed her eyes shut, tears flowing freely while she cried out in agony.

This was her first time, and she hoped she would never have to do this ever again.

As Pinkie suffered through the first penetration, Fluttershy felt a small hint of remorse, a bit of pity for her friend. This had to continue, for the good of their friendship, but hearing such a cheerful, innocent pony bawling below her, she wondered for a moment if this was really the right thing to do...

But that thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind, as she felt the warm, tight pussy cling to her engorged cock, resisting it's entry to every end, but only managing to pleasure her. Fluttershy's shaft twitched insid, as she threw back her head, sighing happily as her mind was lost to the ecstasy.

"Ahhhh... You're lovely, Pinkie! You might be even tighter than Rarity~," Fluttershy teased, as her victim continued to squeal and shriek, just as loud as before.

"D-don't say that! This r-really hurts!" she protested, even though she knew by now that it was pointless.

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper," Fluttershy laughed. "It'll get better soon enough."

Wasting no time, Fluttershy pulled her hips back, getting herself ready for another push, another pleasurable dive into Pinkie's fun hole. As it entered, Pinkie gasped once again, though not in shock or surprise.

This pain… it’s too much! Pinkie thought, as her voice left her control. It was as if the pain stole the breath from her, forcing her to breathe heavily so she could hold on to her sanity.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy took each breath slowly, savoring the moment as she felt Pinkie’s insides converge on her massive spear of virility.

This pleasure… it’s not enough! Fluttershy thought, as she fought to hold herself back, her memories of her friendship just barely holding her back from assaulting her mare with her full fury.

I know I’m hurting you with only this much… but hurry and get used to it! I want more~!

Inch by inch, moment by moment, the movement was agonizing to both ponies, though for very different reasons, until Fluttershy's cock sat once again inside of Pinkie, as deep as it could reach.

"Aaaagh… nooooo~" Pinkie groaned, "F-Fluttershy… It feels weird… and it hurts!"

Fluttershy chuckled to herself, enjoying just how childish Pinkie's thoughts were. Just how little did she know about mating? From her responses, one would think she were just a little filly, barely learning what puberty was.

Pulling back while Pinkie could do nothing to stop her, Fluttershy started moving once again, this time with a slightly faster pace. As the friction grew more intense, and the warm, juicy fluids inside of pinkie covered her thick rod, Fluttershy let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Ahhh, what a great pussy… I could do this all night long."

As the motions grew swifter and more intense, so did Pinkie's pain, and the reactions of her sensitive nethers. So many feelings rushed to her brain at once, making her dazed and vulnerable. Every spot the cock touched, every stretch of her hole that it forced open, was aching painfully, and with a surge of other feelings she couldn't place.

"W-what is this? Ah! Fluttershy… w-why is this making me feel l-like… ugh!"

Though Pinkie was struggling to make any kind of phrase fit together, Fluttershy took in every word, the gasps, moans and screams a symphony of pleasure for her.

"Oh?" Fluttershy responded teasingly, "What's it feel like?"

"It's so… gah! S-so weird! I-it's like… like my pee-hole is twitching all over!"

"Oh, you're just starting to feel good!" Fluttershy exclaimed, excited that Pinkie was getting used to her rough treatment. Soon, she'd be ready to take everything she had.

Pinkie's eyes streamed with tears as she covered her face in shame. This was pleasure? No, it couldn't be. The pain was still there, right? Besides, why would she ever feel good when something this big, this monstrous, was pummeling her weakest spot, and forcing itself inside of her? This couldn't possibly be pleasurable. Fluttershy had to be wrong!

But yet, as Fluttershy's enthusiasm drove her to increase the pace of her thrusts, and the feelings grew more and more intense, overshadowing the pain by far, It grew to a point where Pinkie could no longer deny it.

Her body was betraying her. Even in this horrible situation, where she was bound helplessly, and assaulted by one of her best friends, who wanted to reshape her innocent body into a cruel, monstrous one…

Somehow, she was feeling good.

Not the same good she felt when she was hanging out at a party, with smiling faces all around, and full of her favorite pastries, nor good like she felt when she made a new friend. This good was overwhelming, a feeling that spread out through her entire body, leaving her unable to think, unable to breathe, and unable to do anything but let the pleasure surge through her.

Crying out as Fluttershy pounded her from behind, Pinkie no longer had control over her senses.

Seeing Pinkie writhe in the new pleasure, stop her protests, and give in, Something tugged at the back of Fluttershy's heart. Was it regret? No way. Nothing could hold back her desires now, as she held Pinkie between her hooves, and shook her frame with powerful thrusts of her hips, pistoning her long, throbbing dick into the waiting hole.

"Finally~! No holding back now!" Fluttershy cried, letting her lust control her movements, no longer aware of the barn, nor any of her surroundings. The only thing she thought of, the only thing she cared about, was bringing herself steadily closer to climax.

Slapping loudly against Pinkie's buttocks, Fluttershy's hips moved with vigor. Sinking deep, then pulling back, Pinkie's love juices dripped from the space where they were connected, making obscene noises as the moisture granted Fluttershy even more speed.

Pinkie was limp, falling into her bindings as she was penetrated relentlessly. Drool fell from her mouth, as her tongue lolled out, and her heavy breathing continued, interrupted constantly by her screams, her one last protest she could make as Fluttershy took her completely.

Fluttershy panted in ecstasy, her own pleasure overtaking her sense of reason. She could feel Pinkie's pussy molding to the shape of her erection, squeezing it as she pushed back and forth, in and out, and grinded against the flesh of her victim.

It's coming. I can't hold out any more!

"Gah! Pinkie~!" Fluttershy gasped, as her voice grew higher and higher in pitch, "You're mine now! I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum inside! You ready?"

Pinkie could hear the words, but still couldn't think straight. The intense thrusting inside of her made it hard to think, and she couldn't spare more than a passing thought as she felt Fluttershy plow her.

Fluttershy looked down in triumph, watching Pinkie's overwhelmed face as she felt Her seed flow closer and closer…

Then, in one moment, it all exploded out shooting deep into Pinkie, and tainting her with it's vile presence.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Fluttershy screamed, as she buried her cock inside of Pinkie, and spurt after spurt flowed out of her, draining her store of fluid into the pink mare's fragile, unprepared womb.

Pinkie felt the white, hot seed flow into her, and knew that if she ever had any chance of escape, it was gone now. Inside of her, she could feel it spreading, so thick and slimy, it oozed inside of her, filling all space, and sticking to her walls, clinging on so it wouldn't spill out.

But there was just too much. No matter how thick or sticky it was, it flowed in with every shot, forcing most of the spurts before it to drip out of the opening, forming a pool of the floor of white, disgusting fluid, a tiny hint of red the only remnant of Pinkie's long-gone virginity.

It felt like forever before the flow began to slow, and even longer before the overwhelming tides of sperm stopped, leaving Pinkie to wallow in a pile of miserable, tainted lust.

As gasps of pure pleasure escaped Fluttershy's lips, her orgasm finally subsiding, Pinkie's consciousness faded.

What now? What could she possibly do after this horrible night? IS there anything that could make her happy ever again?

Fluttershy finally pulled her cock out of Pinkie, as her hole gaped, still oozing out the remains of Fluttershy's pleasure.

"And that's all. You're going to be a bat pony now. Aren't you happy?" Fluttershy said, looking down at her weak friend with a smile.

"F-fluttershy..." Pinkie muttered, as her vision wavered, growing fuzzier by the second.

Fluttershy looked back, a small gleam of the friend Pinkie once knew shining in her eyes.

"Once this is all over, and we're all together again… let's have a party together. I know I've hurt you, Pinkie, but you'll see soon. It's all for the best."

"I'm sure you'll be smiling again soon."

Yes… that's right. Pinkie though, as her senses faded to nothingness.

I just… have to smile.

The moon shone brightly over the twisted, foggy orchard.

Tonight had seen so many emotions come to rise, so many ponies fall before the bat pony curse, and so much pleasure and pain felt by ponies both tainted, and pure.

As a lone Bat pony flew, a pink earth pony in her clutches, The horizon was tinted pink, hinting at the coming sunrise.

Soon, this night would be over, and with it, everything would change between this circle of six pony friends.

As the wretched, polluted trees stretched across the sky, Fluttershy softly landed in the middle of a quiet, hidden area. With a dull thud, her most recent victim fell to the ground, still in the midst of her transformation's final stages.

"So… We're all here now."

Fluttershy smiled, as she heard the familiar voice from the tree above her.

"All except one..." She replied. "But after turning the four of you in only one night, I know it'll only be a matter of time."

"Well, Ah'm sure y'all know what yer doin'."

With a flash, a rainbow blur shot through the clearing, faster than the eye could see.

"Oh yeah! Twi doesn't have a prayer now that I've got these babies! I can't wait to see her face when Flutters-"

"Though a bit crude, I must admit I share your enthusiasm, rainbow. Just thinking of it makes me want to design some frilly lingerie to match."

Fluttershy grinned.

She wasn't alone in her mission anymore. Her friends were by her side once again. As soon as Pinkie was ready, they would begin the hunt for Twilight, the last of her friends, and perhaps, the sweetest victory yet to come.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, and it's warmth fell upon Equestria, the orchard was lively, and five bat ponies plotted their conquest.

Author's Note

Fuck this story, ya'know? I uploaded it forever ago, then the partner I was writing it with just kinda bailed on it.

I don't even care anymore, so I cobbled together what we had written of this chapter, tied it together with #prowritingskillz2016 and published it completely unedited. Feel free to post your spelling and grammar fixes. They will go ignored for the most part.

Might do a final "Flutterbat Enters the Twilight Zone" chapter sometime, if only to end it all, and call it finished.