Sunfall's Overdrive

by Luxicon Hoosier

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Crossover, Anthro, Dark
Length: 6237

"So, a soda company has caused the apocalypse? This doesn't sound convoluted at all..."

Celestia City has just received an early access to the newest soft drink to come from the juggernaut FizzBronCo; Solarflare! This elixir is said to have a great orange taste that rivals that of the nectar from the past, and enough fizz and caffeine to keep you going all night for those kinds of parties you dumb teenaged ponies seem to enjoy throwing! And with stocks going high, and corruption rate low from such a widely well known corporation, this seems like the perfect kick-starter for Celestia City's Summer Sun Celebration!

That is until you start getting sick…and mutated.

What ponies don't know is that FBC's famous new drink has a tiny side effect; Anypony who drinks it turns into a mutated freak of nature that loves to kill and craves Solarflare like a mad addict. After the disaster that night held, some say that the Apocalypse came to Celestia City in a hand basket. Fire rises from the sky, Anarchy reigns, and monsters seem to be everywhere. It's a time where ponies need a hero, you know? A shining beacon of hope to help bring light through this dark time.

Until then, we have Sunfall.
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This took me a good while to make, and it's…really something

The game Sunset Overdrive isn't meant to be taken seriously, so I'm making sure this story is more of the same. However, if you find something to latch on to, go ahead. I'm still very novice at writing, and I have no staff of people reading my crap down and editing it for me since I'm dirt cheap.

Have fun, enjoy a read, and leave some thoughts. I really appreciate it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-01 16:50:01 UTC

Chapter Zero- Nightfall

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My ear twitched and I groaned, rolling over in warmer parts of my bedding. I freed an arm from where I laid, so I could hit the top of the button of my alarm clock.

The annoying sounds finally died down and I happily went back into vertigo. A dream I particularly enjoyed was festering up again. I was atop the world, free from my job, free from my landlord, free from everything so I can just lay back and chug down as much Cadenza Crown Cola as I could. It sounds selfish, but it's just what keeps entering my head, don't judge. I sighed a bit in relief, since I could at least rest for a few mo-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I hit that stupid thing again. Guess it's gonna be one of those kind of days. Bloody FizzBronCo Job. I threw off the covers and rubbed my eyes, getting that gunk out doing could really wake up. I stretched a bit, getting that little crick out of my neck and my shoulders. Why did today have to come? I just wanted to sleep in, since I worked overtime last night. With no raise. God damn those fuckers, what I would do to them if I weren't tied to the goddamn contract. Well, that and if it weren't for my folks...if they could just get in and actually help me for once. Honestly, if they knew i had some weird ass incurable super cancer, I'm sure they still wouldn't shell out any Bits to me. I would still be the same bitch. i'd just be a very sick bitch.

Not that they would care in the first place. I'm sure they wouldn't care about me even if they trie-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"I'M UP ALREADY! SHUT UP AND STOP INTERUPTING ME!" I grabbed the stupid thing and and bashed it on my nightstand in a fury. I swear, it almost broke into a million pieces if it weren't for for my lack strength and for the surprisingly strong yet cheap material on my alarm clock. When that whole ordeal was done, I actually got out of my bed and stretched my back. Inner monologue could wait today, right now I need to clean up and maybe show up on time this time. I was thinking about just calling another sick day and going to sleep the rest of the day, but Missie already said that if I didn't show up, then I would get fired. As much as I hated my job, I needed the money desperately to live.

Anypony who's been here could tell, but I'm just rambling on. I went to a pile of dirty clothes to rummage about for my uniform. I took me a while, but I finally pulled out the damn thing. I gave it a sniff to see if it were okay for another couple weeks to wear. I smelled the mixture of sweat and soda, to me it was just fine. But even if it wasn't, it's not like I had any real choice. I took the thing and went in my bathroom(really, it was just a sink, a toilet and a shower stall.), and began to take turn on the water. There was a low, squeaky hiss before the cold water assaulted me, hitting my fur with almost laser accuracy.

"Fuck!" That's sort of what I have to do when I don't pay that heating bill on time. Cheap place to live, my ass. I started to adjust to the now, slightly warmer water pelting my body. I felt around for that bar of soap, or what was left of it. Last bar I had, and those things aren't cheap. Can't pay for my heat and I can't even pay for soap.

We get it Sunfall, your life right now is shit, just complain about it and maybe the Welfare Fairy can help you. Maybe she'll come with a Cadenza Cola too, wouldn't that be super-AHG!

"Oww!" Soap just ran into my eye. Note to self, stop inner monologuing while doing tasks that involve your eye. I began to rub my eye, trying my best to just finish up quickly so I can get ready. I just can't be late, or Twinkleheart would have my hide. I began to wet down my fur and mane, maybe rub in and get some of the debree out. After about five minutes, I got out and shivered, desperately clinging to a towel to wrap up in.

When that ordeal was done, I grabbed at what I knew was my uniform. I just gazed down at the tag; Hello, I Am Sunfall it read, followed by a rather unenthusiastic looking Zebra. Your friendly FBC Security Pony.

I sighed, looking down at the picture and at my naked self in the mirror. 'Seems kind of fitting', I thought to myself. 'Such a chubby, unattractive, miserable looking mare with such a low-paying and degrading job.' Security, my ass. I'm nothing but a fucking upscale trash pony. I pick up garbage and throw it in a bin, since the place was always patrolled by automated droids, so why would they even need me? No, I'm not supposed to throw, just toss it in, as Twinkleheart says. 'Go and pick up the garbage, trash Zebra.' If I could just stab the bitch in the neck, I swear that I would. Prison sounds like a resort compared to this shit hole.

I just started to get my clothes, wanting to forget about this shit and just go back to bed. The bed always made me feel calm, relaxed, and it never yelled at me to toss trash correctly. It's also the warmest place to be on those chillier days. Either it was the bed, or me just being really chubby.

Also Sunny; 'We get it, you're fat. Shut up.'

I pinned the tag on my shirt, finally leaving the bathroom and into...well, the rest of my apartment. I left my socks off. It was mostly to let them dry,  but I personally liked walking barefoot. It felt weird, but enjoyable to feel everything on them. Whether it was the air cooling them, or just feeling the ground and how it shaped to my soles gave it a unique sensation. I just really enjoyed it for when I could, letting those weird things out free, letting the blunted, solid colored looking toes spread on the carpet. Just staring at them made me feel like more of a freak compared to other ponies. Maybe my hoof-feet were just too soft on the bottom, or maybe just bigger. Both? Yeah, I guess both. Too big and freakishly stallion-like to even comprehend.

Whenever I had the chance to go barefoot, I'd take it. Even when I was working some days, I'd take that opportunity. I can even remember the looks that some ponies gave me, like those sons of bitches haven't seen feet like mine before. The best of those came from my manager, it brought a smile to my face and a wag of my tail. I remember one time that I had finished a shift early, and as a prank, I snuck into her office, just propping my calloused and sweaty hoof-feet on her desk. Boy, you should've seen her, turning red and green at the same time, I just laughed. Yeah, I'm kind of an asshole, but you would too if you were in my place, so shut up.

Maybe I should just ditch the shoes tonight, just to piss her off. That thought actually rattled around in my brain for...well, for like 3 minutes.

I wrinkled my soles up and spread my toes a little, before I could feel my cheeks turn up into a grin. That was an easy decision to make. I went to my fridge, before taking a bottle of Cadenza Cola out. I popped the cap and started to sit on my footan. It was warm, but I didn't care at this point. I just need the caffeine to kick me out of drowsiness, what remained of it at least. One good chug could do it.

I lazily sat down, turning on my piece of crap of a TV. I apparently was watching what remained of some dumb comedy movie. It's all I could really watch, no cable means I'm limited on my selection. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. I'm happy I still have a damn TV, and if I didn't, then I'd probably either be a real hobo or a criminal. I'm guessing the latter, since my orange stripes already make me a walking snack food mascot. I heard they all turn out to be crooks. Makes me feel wary of the bloke in the FizzyFilly costume...

I restarted the movie. I was gonna be here until 3:00 and I was already up and ready in my uniform, so why not kill a good hour? I smiled a little bit, reclining slightly as I just gazed at the screen. Well, more of a slump, while propping my hoof-feet up on something nearby to let the feeling of drying off come easier. All the jokes were shit i heard from it like 30 times, but i still laughed none the less. Honestly, shit like this was what kept me from going bored to tears. Anything to remember while working the 9 to 15 hours helped time go faster...

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I left a little after 1:00; I took a tram.

They were quick, inexpensive ways of getting around, especially if ya need to get from Safe Place to the FBC Headquarters. It wasn't uncommon to see plenty of employees in uniform and tag riding the Tram to work. At least a huge influx of interns. FBC practically owned it, so they were at least generous enough to let ponies like us ride for free.

Paying ponies was another story, but I'm sure that dead horse was beaten enough.

I sighed a little, looking around out of boredom. I might've seen a few of the interns look at me weirdly. Like I said, I stick out. Whether they were interested, or terrified, or weirded out, or whatever was anyone's guess. Maybe they DID think I was a snack food mascot.

I rolled my eyes at them. Interns were dumber than I could ever be. I don't care what Twinkleheart says. I may be in a dead end job, but I at least did that job well. I still hated my job, but I was good at it. It's probably all I'm good at besides being an ass.

I think some of them were staring at me more to figure out what was there. I guess I was like a polka dotted flying unicorn wearing a hockey mask, just something so weird, it HAD to exist. "Take a picture, guys. It'll last you a lot longer." I finally spoke, much to their surprise. Oh my God, she can actually talk! I could hear them now. And she sounds like a normal pony! I saw one scrawny looking bastard take a picture of me with his phone. From the way he looked at me with that unsettling looking grin made me feel very worried about what he was probably gonna do after working hours.

That shit sent chills down my goddamn spine.

The rest of the Tram ride was slow as it usually was. I gazed out the window to see the many barrages of advertisement for FizzBronCo and their many products plastered all over the billboards, walls, restaurants, fucking everywhere, mate. It's obvious that it looks like a lot of friendly competition is going on from more local companies, and it sometimes really was just that. However, more and more of those guys were being bought out by FBC.

Like one of the ads were for a new kind of caffeinated soap. Sounds silly, right? But hey, they fucking work. I know how a lot of fuckers my age and younger feel this is some bullshit about how Celestia City is being devoured by the corporation, but honestly, when has a city not been inherently corporate? All I care about is affording the stuff to get by in life. All the fucking corporation did was make the store-branded shit(which was ALSO owned by FBC, those wankers don't realize.) much more fucking affordable. If my needs can be bought with less bits, then I don't have all rights to complain when the corps decides to sell more stuff like the damn soap!

If anything, a bunch of those spoiled, entitled earth ponies in the Union of FizzBronCo Industries made shit expensive. And since i live in a city that's basically controlled by FBC and it's tens of hundreds subsidiaries, when price for Cadenza Cola and Bold Thunderkrieg went up, you would bet your ass that the bills in your home would go up too! Shit was better before the UFI, "Union of Fucking Idiots" as I would call them, came in and fucked a good thing for me and others in my situation.

See what i mean by "That's a dead horse that was already beaten?" Yeah, I bet you didn't think I meant that, right?

Union stallions are fucking loaded as is, and some happen to make just as much as the top TOP FBC Execs, as well as a bunch of benefits that seem more ridiculous than caffeinated store-brand soap. I heard they live in the same kind of estates as the Execs, driving solid gold sports cars, and their mansions are patrolled by big, very fancy speaking butler robots with grenade spitting laser blasters. And they say they stand up for the little guys like me? I have to admit, as awful as they are, that takes some huge balls to be such a damn hypocrite! Ha!

As you would expect, I thought about joining the UFI. They said they don't let mares in, which is fucking bollocks, since another Zebra filly with fake titties the size of two beach balls arguing over a sandwich got in without a hitch! She was older too! like 3-times as old as I am! She certainly didn't look it from a distance, but i swore she wore some heavy duty shit.

Suddenly, I feel a lot less weirded out by that perverted intern boy who is probably going to jerk off to me. You know what, he has standards. Good for him. He's a pervert, but at least he doesn't pretend to be the superhero who will save me in the end. While the intern will fantasize about doing me, the UFI is already fucking me hard!

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It only took about fifteen minutes to get there. I could imagine my manager's face and the words she'd say; 'Sunfall,' she'd start like always. 'You are a disgrace to this company. You are a lazy, degenerate punk of an Equine.' She didn't have the balls to say 'Zebra' or 'Striped Horse' or 'Zigger'. At least those narrowed it down. And like always, I'd probably pretend to listen, wait for her to turn around and then just flip her off. It's routine, but it was a good thing we got going. Hell, i think it was one of the only nice things she'd say. It was nice thing we had going on, and the closest we had to friendly banter, only it was exchanged with a healthy amount of criticism on her half and profanity in mine.

I was already getting ready to do my job, and I started to fiddle around to find that right key to open that right door. If today was gonna be anything like how I thought it was gonna be, it would probably go down like this; I'd get in about four minutes late, get scolded for about eight, then trudge through seven hours and forty eight minutes of work, which feel almost like a full goddamn day.

Hell, this is gonna be a bitchin' day, isn't it?

Actually, I didn't see much of Twinkleshine at all for the first half hour(Which is probably why it didn't seem to be as long as before.) Maybe today won't be so...…bad.

Huh…that usually means bad shit's gonna happen. Still nothing though. Maybe Twinkle's sick.

Come to think of it…….no one was really here, other than a couple of interns and Minimum Wage workers. It's like all of the management just disappeared...

I went to my usual post, really, it was just some glorified, isolated desk with a computer. I had my little radio by it, but it hasn't worked in a long time since i began to work here. Sad, since I was really liking the thing and the local rock station before the damn thing burnt out. I really wish i could at least listen to something that didn't make me want to tear my brains out with an ice cream scoop, since all that Twinkleshine plays is that really mellow, upbeat pop bullcrap. I swear to whatever is up there, if that music plays again, I will kill a lot of ponies.

Thankfully, the upside to no major management meant that FBCFM wasn't playing either. But shit was still looking dull and somewhat chaotic, so it's a blessing and a curse. I started to boot up the computer I worked with, entering the seemingly simple commands that turned on the security robots. The loud, mechanized sounds came from a few rooms away, all of it grinded at my ears like a someone was drilling at them. The sound subsided as a new sound of metal, heavy footsteps came through. the sleek, white metal thing stopped in front of my office, turning it's head towards me and uncannily opening it up to reveal a single, glowing red light.

the light blinked before turning green, and the oddly game-show-host-esque voice came out of it's modulator. "Good Morning Miss Sunfall! I do hope for another good day today!"

They were all programed to say that. Each day when I was in here, tapping at the keys, entering in pointless codes after pointless codes, lazily propping my freakishly big hoof-feet, those bots came and looked to me and said that same phrase. I'll admit, getting recognized and being referred to by my actual fucking name for the first time made me feel important. After the 12th day, it got old fast.

The bot's light-eye turned blue again, before going back into the vaguely pony-shaped head it had.

Not exactly the kind of Security you had in mind? Well, city I live in is the reason. FBC has invested millions to install a robot-security team. Before then, it was how you expected; a few ponies come in uniforms with the big bold "SECURITY" written on the back, most of them just armed with things like a taser and a nightstick. It had a lot of hands on experience one needed. Sure, you had to just pace the same building for hours and hours, but at least you got some damn exercise, and you had the chance to run into some scumbag trying to break in. Security ponies were like superheroes, if only unsung ones.

Now? Security can be done by greasy-faced adolescents who can type the same shit each day. A lot less effort, and definitely less excitement. then again, it's probably the best job I can do as of now. You can kind of see now how I have all the time to be bored to invoke my moments of asshole-ry. Only here now, nothing is going on.

Maybe Twinkleshine is running late? Fuck if I know, but she's almost ALWAYS on time. That chill went down my spine again.

--

It was practically nightfall around here.

Twinkle shine never showed up, but some managers did finally come in around the 6:20 mark. I was still tapping away basic AI codes on the computer, giving the bots coordinates. I'm surprised I haven't fallen asleep yet at the keyboard. At least it was closer to when I was supposed to be getting off from my shift. And thank God it was, since my nerves were feeling very itchy for movement.

As soon as I got off my ass, one of those manager ponies(honestly, the only difference was in the teenager's uniform tag and the lack of face acne) stopped me in my tracks. "M-m-miss...Miss I need you to stay here" he looked really sweaty, and he had the stains all over his armpits.

"Great, what's the reason this time, Pencil Pusher?" I read his name tag. "Some pony got a bad case of the runs? or are you just trying to squeeze another hour or two here?" I then noticed...he had a lot of orange colored stains on his shirt. did he spill shit all over himself?

"I don't give a damn if you leave the office! I-I'm sure the bots can hold off...off....T-those...!" He was hyperventilating, so i gave him a one-size-fits-all cure by giving his face a visit from doctor Leftie.

"Hey! Snap the fuck out of it!" Leftie gave him a nice bruise on his cheek. "What do you mean 'fend off'? And 'those'?" I gave him a good shake before he finally got him back to reality. "Pusher! C'mon!"

"I...I don't know what THEY are!" he yelped. "I...I just saw it...it was.....ooohhhhh...oh I want my mommy!"

Leftie gave him a nice smack before he finally got back to talking. "Focus, egghead!"

"Ow! Jesus Christ, Sunfall!" he rubbed his cheek. "Such a violent fucking mare..." I threateningly raised my fist at that statement. "Fuck! Ok! It was...some kind of pony! a d-deranged looking beast...l-long yellow teeth...skin seeping with orange goop....I was surprised I escaped the break room with my life..."

"Wait, something that was chasing you is...YOU MEAN HE'S IN HERE!?" I felt my heart stop at the concept of a monster being in here. I've seen a few movies about that, and it's usually the Zebra who dies first. Okay, that's enough motivation to get back to the desk and go into complete frantic mode. "W-w-what's the code to put them into....ah! there!"

The code I entered was Boldthunderkrieg1885, and that immediately shifted those droids to be more onto the offensive, in case that...whatever it was supposed to be, was found.

"M-m-miss...uhh...y-you're the only one in the S-security department, r-right? Pencil was trembling.

"Only one that isn't covered in chrome." I replied.

"W-well...oh fuck it! I n-need someone to cover me!" he tried fidgeting at his pockets to get something. "Oh...Im sure i had the key to the old Security Room Armory. I'm...I'm sure you know how to use a firearm, r-r-right?"

Holy fuck!? We had guns in here!? I assumed we just had scooters with a few water guns taped to it!

"Uhh...yeah, definitely. you just...pull the trigger at the bad guy and...then they fall down?" I was a good asshole, but an awful liar.

"Ehh...close enough. F-follow me before that thing comes in again!"

That worked at least.

Pusher finally got the key out as he lead me out of the office area and more into the old Security room. All I can say is that I was quite surprised at all the stockpile of guns here. Not just those pistols that I always assumed Security Guards had on them, but really military grade looking shit. Most of them being a good stock of dust-covered AK-BUs or AR-12s. I even found a few odd looking guns that most of the bots would patrol the place with.

"T-take what you want! A-anything to help me get away from that....THAT...." I was seriously tempted to use Leftie again, but I had already gained bruised knuckles. that, and i can only punch a nerd so many times before it gets sad. Plus, I was way too in love with the guns to even give him a glance. I soon settled with the AR-12, the scary black looking gun with an FBC-colored camouflage stock. Damn thing was a lot heavier than I would've hoped for, but I managed to get used to the weight rather quickly. While there, I picked up a few extra full magazines, stuffing my pants with as much as i could hold, which wasn't a lot unfortunately for me.

Things are gonna start looking like that movie again.

I held the rifle with both of my hands, going back to Pusher. "Ok...so...you said it was in the Break room?" I asked. "That...whatever you said it was? Some kind of monster pony with teeth?"

The sweaty manager nodded quickly, before starting to run in front of me in a power-walk looking jog. I had to follow with an equally brisk walk. I already felt sweat forming at my chest, spreading all over my body. By the time I was at the same speed as the manager, I felt as if I was drenched or in a sauna. Carrying a ten pound firearm must also be exercising my arms a bit more than normal.

Pusher points to the door, and through the window, I could see what exactly the thing was.

The thing looked like a pony, at least in it's inherent shape. It looked pretty young, and it's lack of any extra limbs that weren't it's tail, arms and legs, an Earth Pony. I couldn't tell what color it was in it's fur or mane, it was just too dull and almost lifeless. It's eyes were violently bloodshot, and it's mouth looked practically broken with all those large, sharp yellow teeth bulging from it's gums. It had more of an underbite, like a mean dog would have. One arm looked normal, but the other was freakishly strong looking, and it's fingers were tipped with nearly a foot's length of razor sharp claws. the clothes on it's body, this being that of a torn up looking polo and some shredded shorts, showed the pony as being an adolescent, or a young adult. The only thing on it's body that showed color came from those fiery looking glowing boils that painfully grew all over the free patches of skin and molted fur. They had a distinctively orange glow, almost like they were a walking glow stick. But a scary fucking one that can kill you on sight. So...not like a glow stick, but more like an Angler.

I gulped and gave Pusher the nod. "Open it up" I said, then he did.

What happened then was a blur. That horribly disfigured monster pony instantly noticed me and got up to attack, fueled by whatever the fuck it had oozing from it's mouth and boils. Thing was on me in less then a few seconds, already pressing up on my body and trying to gnaw at my ear and neck. almost around the same time, I held that trigger so hard that I ended up tearing hole after hole in the thing's belly, before the amount turned it into a large, gaping cavity. I was spritzed and covered in globs of the orange stuff it had inside it.

I backed up, trying to take in everything that happened after I pushed the orange, oozing torso off of my body. I saw the thing's orange and irradiated guts, along with a strange amount of goop-covered cans. Like, at least three or four of those things. The smell of the ooze was...strangely artificial, as if it was...was this some kind of drink?

Curiosity got me, and I dipped my fingers in the twitching corpse's neon colored fluids before bringing it close to my mouth. The taste was flat, and just as artificial as I had thought, but had a startlingly tangy taste that fizzed on my tongue. I have to admit, it was pretty enjoyable considering that it had gone flat and previously inside some monster.

"Gah! Gross!" I heard Pencil gripe and gawk. "D-did you...did you seriously do that!? Y-you have no idea where that g-guy has been!"

"Shut it," I replied to him. "Was FBC planning a new drink?" I looked back down to the goop-covered cans, picking it up and cleaning what could've been the branding on it. When the goop cleared, I saw that it had words on it. big, bubble words saying Solarflare! Rocketblaster XL, along with the usual FizzBronCo brand that almost all their sodas and drinks had.

"A-an energy soda," Pencil began. "I-it was supposed to have twice the caffeine than a Bold Thunderkrieg, c-chuck full of vitamins...s-sort of a supplement you would have instead of breakfast." he twiddled with his fingers. "B-but...it was still in development. I-it wasn't supposed to be released until the next year...w-why are cans popping up in those things?"

"I think a better question is what the fuck is actually IN those things that are turning ponies into...uhh...whatever the hell those things are." I suddenly felt a bit of regret in my chest from licking up the fluids. Jeez...my belly is already hurting, it's giving me so much stress. "W-where...where is Twinkleshine? W-where's the rest of the management?" I had a feeling they had something to do with all this.

"T-they're all out in some event at the Celestia City Square, along with some UFI heads and members." he shuddered. "Y-you don't think...you know...t-they left us here to...you know....die?"

Fucking Twinkleshine. I hated her a lot, but now this was taking it too far! I can't believe she would force an experimental product down ponies' throats and turn them into a horde of zombies or mutants or whatever, have them all come here to sick on me, just because of the couple times I propped my feet on her desk! What bloody nerve, that bitch had!

"All I know is that we're here, we have guns, and more of those things are probably outside." I held the gun close to me, keeping a few of those cans on me in case of absolute emergency. They might be poisonous, experimental drinks, but damn it, I still get fucking thirsty. "I suggest going back to the Security room and getting a few guns for everyone in here. I'm not sure how long we'll be safe in this place."

The egghead pony nodded, and immediately bolted off. I opened the fridge to the break room, taking a few glass bottles of Cadenza Cola to add in my drinks-to-sit-through-the-apocalypse-with stockpile. They all felt really cold in my pocket, and I felt weighed down. Even more than before when I have the AR-12 and the strange feeling in my nervous gut.

I rubbed my head, feeling the throbbing weirdness, the racing of my heart, the itch in all my muscles. I nearly buckled down by all the weight I'm carrying. My breath was feeling short, and my eyes were starting to cloud up a bit. I had one major, sudden craving that it was making my teeth hurt.

I fucking needed more of that stuff!

I crawled and greedily licked at more of the corpse's content, lapping up that bright orange fluid like I was some kind of dog or druggie. The artificial citrus taste was better than before! It tasted so natural to me, and the fizzy tingle was making me feel much stronger than before! Hell, I bet I can do shit that those ponies in movies could do.

"Yeeeeeah! I feel completely renewed!" that ten pound gun was now natural in my hands, so much that I could lift it one handedly as if it was nothing! My muscles grew itchy again as I started to look through the window. All of those wires, those ropes, the cars. I felt a wild smile grow on my face, much more than the one I donned when I decided to go shoeless. Nah, this felt genuine. That was little shit compared to this...this feeling!

I aimed and began to fire at the window, shattering the glass into pieces, before squatting down and readying myself for the initial leap of faith. Like a coiled spring, I jumped through with something that made the laws of physics hang themselves. "Geronimo, motherfucker!" I yelled out, I didn't care. I felt like I was queen of the city, and I was going to crash and burn all at the same damn time. Why not have some fun while doing it?

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"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Ha ha ha ha! You have holes in your bodies, you fuckin' losers!" I was perched up on the railing, practically grinding on it like some skater punk, but with my feet! Behold! The Skatefoot! Someone, please, star me in a fucking movie already! A god damn Gin-Khan remake or something, I feel qualified now!

I was leaving hordes of corpses all over the streets of Celestia City, those fucking monsters that started popping up here and there since the nightfall began. More dead meant more of that tasty orange shit that was giving me these awesome fucking superpowers, as well as a ton more of those cans.

I jumped down, pile-driving one of those orange monster ponies, cracking his skull and practically crushing his head in on itself in a brutal, sickening POP. "Boom! Another one lost his head! Ha ha!" I kicked the body, popping a few of those hot, orange colored zits as the juices pour onto the ground and all over my foot. "Ooooh! A juicy fucker, aren't ya!?" my ears twitched as I heard the low growls from far away, another power I seemed to gain.

A horde of those monsters came running at me. One of those things used to make me tremble, and now here I am laughing at an army of them!

I took another big handful of the orange goop and downed it all in a few gulps. These guys wanna mess with my drinking night! Now I'm not gonna allow that, now am I!? With a big smile on my face, and an AR-12 held in my hand, I began to mow those creeps down one-by-one.

"Yes! Tremble before the great Sunfall! The Murder Queen of Celestia City, you acne-covered, neon fucks!"

That's when the big rumble came.

and that rumble was enough to snap me out of being "Sunfall, the Murder Queen of Celestia City" back into the reality as "Sunfall, the scared shitless Zebra."

The ground gave a long BOOM, as I saw the asphalt crumble and break. I saw a huge claw, along with the biggest, most monstrous behemoth of a orange-boiled pony, nearly 5 times as large as me. One of it's arms was clearly some kind of NEWS helicopter, with pulsating, growth covered steel. the face of the monster was the only thing remotely pony about it, and the drastic over bite was even more pronounced here, making it look more like a rabid dog than anything.

That snapped me out of my psychotic delusions.

The beast leaned down and gave a loud, earsplitting roar. It's breath smelt horrendous, a bad mix of a lot of the orange fluid goop with some rotted meat or something.the force of it's roar sent my mane backwards, sticking with gross dollops of monster saliva. Oh yeah, that was really enough to break me.

I used what little dwindling craving power I had to gulp a good amount of orange globs of slime to reinvigorate me enough to make a clean get away from wherever I was and back to the Tram station. That bulking brute of a monster came and followed me all the way, followed by more of those smaller pony-beasts.

The powers were already starting to fade as I got closer to the Tram, finally getting on was when it finally started to vanish. Fight or Flight wasn't even a thing now, I already used up all my "Fight", and now all I can do was tremble and quiver like a little bitch. Thank God the fucking thing began moving again, giving me a chance to sit and breath.

"Hooooooly bollocks..." I felt clammy all of a sudden, rubbing my head and my achy muscles. My damn body was feeling like it was starting to shut down. My eyes were growing heavy, and my heart was starting to slow down. I was finished, fucking done for. Game over man, game bloody over...

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My heavy eyes opened up, as I looked up. The night was over, and daylight finally peered deep inside the window of the tram. I started to lean up, rubbing my head as I looked over to notice the Tram was covered in graffiti. Holy balls, how long was I fucking out?

I heard the doors audibly open, as three normal looking ponies walked in, most of them wearing normal everyday street clothes, along with pieces of armor stripped off from some robots, tied up over their limbs. I saw bright neon lights covering it, and how many of those guys had on scary looking gas masks while wielding AK-BUs. The other side began to open, as more of them came walking in, a few of them being mares in sleeveless hoodies, wearing helmets and balaclavas, and holding things like bats and hockey sticks. many of them bladed. I was soon surrounded, barrels of guns pointing at my head and the mares pointing their bladed things at my neck.

"....Son of a BITCH!" is all I could say.