Fall of Equestria: Photography and Magic.

We begin with a man standing at the entrance of the Canterlot castle, home of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. He stood there at the staircase with everypony staring at him in fear and lose as he held a couple of leashes connecting to the two princess collars as they crawled on all fours. Covered in bruises and welts, their fur spotted with fresh wounds and their faces caked in bodily fluids they were forced to consume. It was then the man, covered in armor spoke up to the citizens in a deep and bellowing voice

“Your Princess has fallen. Every mare is now property. Those of you who willingly submit will have a much more pleasurable existence than those who need to be tamed. I, the king of the caribou, now takes this land for his own! Bow before King Dainn and you will be spared!"

As Dainn was giving his speech, Luna told herself this was the end of Equestria. Most of the Royal Guard have been brainwashed and her followers are now too afraid to stick up for Luna and her sister, not wanting to follow the same fate. Sadly they would meet the same fate and then some, as the Dainn and his caribou would force the country into a dark place; turning this once magical land of laughs, wonder and friendship into one of lust, pleasure and wanting. Of course not everypony wanted this to happen, even most of the stallions didn't want this to happen despite how tempting the promise of women was.
But before Dainn could even get the chance to bring out a guillotine to chop off the horns of the princesses of the moon and sun, Celestia shot a spell up into the air. A bright light shone above them and then divided into thousands upon thousands of small wisps traveling far from their location.

Celestia looked up to Dainn with a smirk on her face. "You will get yours soon, Dainn. I now have now sent a sign of assistance, witch in turn will come and defeat you and your army. Victory will shower upon us as defeat will rise below you! We will be freed!"

This was two years ago.

At this time, Celestia and Luna have been taken as King Dainns personal sex trophies and would only be used as sex toys to very few as an honor with the exception for Dainn of course. The entirety of Equestria has now been turned into a brothel country, a place of service. Politics have now become beyond corrupted, mares are now forced to obey every sexual desire from the males and even the authorities have too much power. Two years and no known help has come.

Until today.

Willamete, Colorado
Willamete Mall

A middle age man stood in the middle of a food court in Willamete mall, looking at the people inside as if nothing had happened. After years of being overrun with zombies, Frank West, famous photo journalist stood back in the same food court he had once fought in and people were actually eating and talking.

"Man, the last time I sat in this mall I was bashing a zombies head in. I kind of miss those days." He said to himself.

A survivor, a fighter, and a photographer. He had survived a zombie invasion and even told the world of his time trapped in the mall in wich the zombie were in. The cause, the people behind it and the reason had a mix of ridiculous and empathetic reasons wich got more than the local people to pay attention to it.
Today was his ten year anniversary of the Willamete incident and he was reminiscing his first exposure on real life undead, surprisingly not tanking his hunger as he got himself a burrito at a mexican food stand.
He might have aged a bit, but it didn't stop him from partying and catching other dangerous scoops such as the time he went to Fortune City in Nevada. There was another incident that was deemed classified, despite how ridiculous it sounded to authorities, but that's another time.

Right now, he is dealing with another danger.

Fans.

The moment he sat down and took a bite out of his food, everyone noticed him and raided his table and begged for autographs and questions answered.

While he did sign the many items such as pictures, books and cameras, he tried to dodge as many questions as he could that had to deal with how he felt killing certain psychos he met and how many civilians he saved. He almost had to hold back a punch because someone had to bring up a conspiracy that he staged all the zombies.

After almost half an hour of signing, he finally meet the one girl in line: the groupie.

She went up to him in glee in a fangirl glee, her giant tits bouncing showing just how much more fat she had than brains.
"Oh my god, Frank West! You're so cool! Like, every time I see you kill a zombie, I get turned on! Almost wet!"

She grinned, a sultry expression forming on her face. "I only have one question for you." She pulled up her tank top and flashed Frank her tits. "Can you sign my boobs?" The crowd and the line were wooing and cheering seeing her ask and do this. Frank smiled with his cocky grin and took out a sharpie as opposed to his pen. The marker inches away from the supple titties about to write 'To my hottest fan. Frank West.'

Only he disappeared in a flash of light that lasted five seconds for the people in the vicinity to become blinded. When they got their sight back, they looked around to notice that Frank was gone. His mall cops that witnessed this went around the mall along with Willamete cops to search for any sign of him. Nothing. So they had no choice but to call in the FBI and have them issue a missing persons report. It was of no help as most people would say that the flash of light blinded them pretty bad to the point they couldn't even make out a light shadow.

All this time, the fan girl was sitting at a nearby bench sad and crying. A police officer went over to her to try and comfort her.

She responded in tears. "I just wanted a zombie killer to sign my boobs! Were could he have gone!?"

"Do you want it in cursive or...what the hell?"

Right when he was about to write on a girls pair of titties, he fell down on his ass on hard wood floor. He looks around to see that he was now in an empty hotel, devoid of any staff and customers. He picked himself up and walked to the counter and ringed the service bell, hoping that he could know what was going on. Frank starts waiting for a couple of minutes until he got impatient. "Man you would think a hotel I just happened to appear in would have decent service."

He walked behind the counter and went to the door to the employee lounge. Unfortunately, it was locked. He knocked the door do see if anyone was in there. "Hello? Anyone there?"

Nothing. He went behind the counter to look for some sort of key to open it. Though he did find the key, it was an old looking brass key. But it wasn't as old as he thought as it looked pretty new, not a hint of rust on it. "Huh. You would think with an old school place like this, the keys would at least look old."

He took the key and went back to the door and unlocked it. He went inside and sees that the lounge looked pretty normal with the exceptions of a missing coffee machine and the lack of a soda dispenser. The lights were on, but couldn't know if anybody was home. "Hello? Anyone there?"

Still, nothing. "Geez, is everyone on break?"

He starts looking around the place to check if there was any sign of life in this room. Nobody was here. He looked around some more and sees a shadow from what looks like an office window. It was dark, so all he could see was someone sitting there. He opens the door and speaks up. "Hey buddy, think you can tell me where this place is?"

He did not respond. Frank turned on the light to try and wake him up. "Wake up. I'm ask---woah!"

Now he knows the reason why he didn't respond. He was dead. His head was missing as well as his hands, blood dripping from both wounds. Though the wounds didn't look like they were cuts, but rips as he can see torn flesh from the neck and wrists covered in blood.
Frank came inside the office and moved the body to the side. It was easy since it was on a swivel chair. He saw a golden plate standing on the edge of the desk, revealing the name of who might have owned the place. "Chandler, huh? Must have been a rich man before going the way he did. But what did this? No bite marks, no cuts. What could possibly be so strong to just rips his hands and head off?"

He checks his pockets to find a few gold coins. He checked some more to find a small pouch filled with them. "Well however he went, this guy is minted. No wonder this guy was killed. But why leave the gold?"

Searching some more, he finds a key in his back pocket. But unlike the brass one, this one was just regular copper. He got out of the room and closed the door behind him. "A hotel building with the owners head ripped off while keeping gold in his pockets, and me just out of nowhere appearing in this place. What the hell is going on?"

He decides to get out of the hotel, but the doors wouldn't open. "Locked. But why?"

He takes out the key he found and used it on the door. He tossed the key aside and opened the doors seeing that it was the crack of dawn. What he saw was something he didn't expect: streets and sidewalks with dead bodies laying down, barricaded buildings and carts and other buildings and houses on fire and smoking. Seeing as many of the bodies were far away, Frank used his camera as a telescope to confirm his suspicions. "Dead, dead, more dead, and even more dead."

He steps forward and feels something crunch under his foot. He removes it too see a syringe. Before he could see what what it was that was supposed to be in it, he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around to see a giant hulking creature with brown fur and big antlers. He had some kind of small armor plating on one of his arms and had no pants, showing his large equine like penis. "Okay, gross. What the hell are you?"

He keeps on walking towards Frank as he asked this. "Look, just get away. I've had enough of a bad day, I don't need you to make it worse."

The sun had now risen above the city and gave more light than the street lamps to show that the creature had milky white eyes and blood drooling out of his mouth, moaning as it walked towards Frank. "What in the actual hell?"

As it came closer, Frank stepped forward and started punching it in the stomach a couple of times. He gave it an uppercut, then another one. He gave it two hooks to the face as a finishing touch. The creature was staring straight at him with it's blank eyes, moaning as if confused. "Ah, shit."

It now lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Franks shoulders. Frank tried to get him off by punching the arms as hard as he could but with little to no effect except for a couple of groans. The creature reached over to bite his face, but Frank held its snout to prevent him from reaching any further. It wasn't until he headbutted the creature that he let go, Frank falling to the ground. Seeing as how regular punches can't work, he looked for a weapon. Finding a nearby baton, he picks it up and prepares to attack the thing.

And right when the creature reached towards Frank, the photographer struck it on the head making him stagger back. Seeing how it actually worked, he hit him again on the head making it groan it pain. "Oh yeah, I'm getting my groove back!"

The thing opens his mouth to moan and this is were Frank found an opening. He shoved the baton right down its throat, but something unexpected happened. Right when half of it was stuck in its throat, electricity started forming around its body making it groan loudly in pain for less then half a minute. Right when that minute was up, the head blew up in pieces leaving behind skull fragments and brains along with two bloody antlers.

This surprised Frank. He went over to pick up the baton and found electricity sparking around the end of it. "Alright, now we're getting somewhere."

Moans and groans can be hear around him. Frank turns around to see a couple of creatures rise up with the same eyes as well as different wounds on their bodies. They were sort of different as most of them either had horns or wings while others didn't have either. They looked a bit smaller than the one he faced as well and more colorful which made them look weirder. More and more bodies started picking themselves off the ground and see Frank, going towards his direction.

He turned to run towards the Hotel, but it was already blocked by a pack of these zombified creatures. He thought he couldn't get away until he heard a voice calling out to him. "Hey mister, over here!"

He turns to see that a hand was waving towards him from inside another building and ran. He ran past many zombies raising even more questions, seeing even more multi colored horse looking zombies. He finally arrived and dived into the building. The doors slammed closed keeping the zombies out and banging on the door. Frank got up and dusted off his jacket. "Thanks a lot. I might have been zombie food if you hadn't saved me."

He also noticed that the room was dark. He took out his phone and used it as a flash light to find whoever it is that saved him. He couldn't see him. Or her. Or anybody. "Look, you saved my ass out there, can you at least show yourself."

His phone light finally hit someone that might have saved him. It was the same thing as the others. "Whoa, what it the hell!?"

He was about to attack him until the creature held up his hands. "Waah! Wait wait! Don't hit me!"

He stopped and looked at him in confusion. "Huh? You're not a zombie. I thought---"

He stood up to reveal how he looked. He was about 5'6, cream colored fur, a couple of teeth sticking out, brown hair and a skinny frame. He wore baggy blue pants and a white shirt with wings coming out of the back. "I'm not one of them, alright? "

"You're lucky that I didn't knock your block off, kid."

"The names Feather Weight, not kid."

The boy named feather weight went to an area of the room and flipped a switch to reveal that this was an abandoned fashion clothing store. Dresses, blouses and skirts were every were and the windows were boarded up with large planks of wood, as well as the door with on giant plank. There was even writing on the wall saying 'NOTHING MATTERS'.

Frank spoke up."Well whatever your name is, thanks. Now how do I get out of..." He looks through a crack on the barricaded windows, seeing more creatures eat a body on the floor. "....Whatever this place is. Am I still in Colorado?"

Feather Weight was sitting on the floor sharpening the spear with a wet stone. He looked up at Frank in confusion. "Colo-what now?"

Frank looked at Feather Weight in frustration. "Yeah, Colorado. You know, Jill's Sandwich, Willamette Mall? Colorado."

Feather weight got up and walked towards him. "I've never heard of those places. Been in this mess for quite a long time. Did the Caribou invade that place?"

"The what? Kid, I'm more concerned on how the hell zombies are here when I already exposed Phenotrans and how they make Zombrex. How the hell are there zombies!?" Frank was grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.

"Whoa! Chill! I don't know what you're talking about!"

Frank let go of him. "Look, if it makes you any happy, I'll tell you my name. The name is Frank West. Photojournalist and zombie killer." He sticks out his hand for him to shake.

Feather weight was a bit hesitant before shaking his hand. "Feather Weight. Uhm, survivor."

They part their hands away. Frank then took his picture. "One for the scrap books. If I'm gonna be here, might as well document everything to get the front page."

"What!? We are in a zombie filled city and you are worried about being famous!? What is wrong with you!?"

He didn't listen to him as he looks at the picture he took. "Huh, you blinked."

"Listen to me! We have to get out of here!"

Frank puts down his camera and look at him. "And that is what I plan to do after I get the big scoop. If I can figure out how and why this all happened, I could make some major dough. 'Frank West Survives Zombie Horses', I can see it now. Oh yeah, just were are we?"

Feather Weight calms himself down and talks to Frank. "You are not on whatever planet you came from. You are in Eques. You are in the country of Equestria. And you are in the city of Manehatten."

"Manhatten?"

"No, Manehatten."

Frank sat on a nearby chair and rubbed his head. Not only had he just been told that he was on an alien planet, but one with yet another zombie problem.

Feather Weight spoke to him. "Mister, are you alright?"

Frank West raised his head up with a sneer on his face.

"I'm doing just fantastic."