Author's Note

Hey! So, real quick...

I kinda got carried away writing the C̸̞̙̭̽̌̀̈́̽̕̕ȗ̵̧̨̢̻̩̞̘͙̉̋̊͂͘ŕ̷͖̦̍͝s̵̫̪̋̍͂̆̆͆̄é̶̡̧̺͖d̸͎͒̒̿̈̀ version of the previous chapter... meaning that I ended up writing 3 chapters worth of story. The next 2 will be out in the next couple of days. Separating the chapters seemed like a better idea than making you slug through an 11,000+ word chapter.

So, hope you enjoy! This is where the story starts getting good, in my opinion.

(C̸̞̙̭̽̌̀̈́̽̕̕ȗ̵̧̨̢̻̩̞̘͙̉̋̊͂͘ŕ̷͖̦̍͝s̵̫̪̋̍͂̆̆͆̄é̶̡̧̺͖d̸͎͒̒̿̈̀) Meet your Peter

We all sprinted along the path to the royal castle. The streets of Canterlot were a bit emptier than I'd expected. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe the boys had set up some kind of strategy to keep Canterlot clear of zombie ponies... or maybe they’d just been mowing them all down with their fancy little dick guns. Regardless, we didn't have much trouble taking out the few straggler zombie ponies we'd come across, especially with Trixie’s magic.

We turned the last corner and were granted a view of the royal castle soaring high. It was so close. We sped up, hoping the important princesses were still inside. However, no guards at the front doors, pony or human, wasn't a great sign.

We cautiously made our way inside the front doors. Once we knew the entrance area was clear, we rushed up the royal stairs. After running down the long hallway, we approached the closed doors of the throne room. Again, there were no guards. We became increasingly discouraged at the absence of them or any other security measures, but we continued on.

We waited outside the doors for a second, collecting ourselves, before Twi said, “I guess we just... go in…”

She exchanged a nervous glance with me before she and Dash slowly pushed open the tall doors. At the end of the hall sat the sister’s thrones. Sitting on them were Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. However…

Six of the fucking boys surrounded them.

Well... five boys, none of which were Pete. There was also one female who wasn't the bitch from the ridge. All six of them had rifles.

Even from this distance, I could see distraught faces painted on Celestia and Luna. I grew mad, wishing I had some kinda telepathic or, kinetic? powers to blow the humans' heads off. I sighed, knowing this would be a much less desirable encounter than I wanted to have.

"Sup, asshole," a feminine voice suddenly called from behind us.

I turned around to see Jen—the damn bitch from the ridge. She had her stupid pink glock in her hands. I angrily turned to the others.

“Y’all didn’t hit her?!”

Dash frowned. “Sorry, D. Our aim isn’t that good.”

“It isn’t,” Jen remarked, “Alright. You guys know the drill. Walk forward to your princesses.”

“Or what, bitch?” I scoffed.

She glared at me, already looking annoyed as fuck. "Just go. You don't want to find out."

“I would like to find out what the fuck is wrong with y’all.”

“You’ll learn that in a minute, asshole. Just step up to the damn thrones.”

I rolled my eyes before joining the others in walking down the hallway to the thrones. I kept my baby holstered on my side, itching to pull it out. We stopped not far from them, where ponies would usually stand to request shit like tax breaks from the important princesses. From this close, I could see leashes around Celestia and Luna's necks, which looked to be tied to something on the floor behind them.

One of the boys, who was standing between them, stepped to the edge of the few stairs leading up to the thrones. His rifle was slung behind his back, allowing him to set his hands in his jean pockets. He looked pretty similar to Pete, with a similar fit on. I ignored this, instead turning my attention to Celestia.

“Princess Celestia. I’ve been meaning to ask you... can I have a chainsaw?”

Celestia squinted her eyes in confusion, as did the boy.

“Hey,” the boy called, “You’ll sp-”

“Shut the fuck up. Well, Celestia? Please?”

“SILENCE!” the boy shouted.

Okay? I finished my question already. What a dumbass. I continued gazing at Celestia instead of the boy, which upset him more. Celestia sighed behind him.

“I can’t do that, D’mitry.”

“Why not?!”

She tilted her head toward the boy, eying between him and me. I scratched my head with my free hand, wondering what she was hinting at when the boy spoke up.

“Dumbass. It’s cause of us. You really have the audacity to ignore me and try to get weapons from your little princess here, right in front of us? What kinda stupid are you?”

I made them flinch by quickly reaching in my pocket, below my holster. I pulled out the 14” white horse dildo I’d been sent by Princess Celestia at the start and held it up.

“I’m fucking sick of using this! I NEED A REAL WEAPON!” I exclaimed, angrily throwing the dildo on the ground.

“D’mitry!” Celestia shouted, “You bastard! I told you that was my favorite!”

The boy glanced down at the dildo, clearly a bit bamboozled. He shook his head. “Dick move, bro.”

"Dude," the dumb bitch behind us joined, "you've literally got a damn hatchet hanging in your belt loop."

I turned around and threw her the finger. "Nobody ASKED yo-"

“SILENCE!” the boy yelled again. He, smug as ever, raised his right index finger and held it out in front of him like he had a swath of authority over all of us. “You will speak when you’re spoken to.”

“Bruh. I don't give a fuck," I replied.

Smack!

Twi's hoof smacked the back of my leg before she hissed, "Knock it off!"

The boy sucked his teeth angrily. The one girl, to the right side of the throne, walked up beside him and said, "Peter, why don’t we just handle business, right here-”

The boy raised his finger again, clearly agitated at her. “Shut up.”

“Peter? Really?” I asked, “Well, ain't that fucking original?”

“Shut. UP!”

“What does she mean by handling business?” I asked.

He groaned dramatically as he set his hands back into his pockets. “Listen, Pony Lover. Let me explain what we’re doing here right now.”

“Oh, thank fuck. It’s about time. Please do.”

“So… we’ve been told that… you,” he said, pointing at Twi. “...are one smart pony. Therefore, I figure you’ve got a bit of an idea how we got here.”

“Uhh yeah?” Twi said, pointing her hoof at Celestia and Luna. “They brought you in. How else would you get here?”

“Fair point."

What a fucking idiot.

"Anyway, that’s correct. Your ever-so-kind princesses here nabbed us from Earth and brought us here.”

I glanced disappointingly at Princess Celestia. I knew they’d brought ‘em in, but my questions were bubbling. I interrupted Peter before he got the chance to continue.

“Really, Celestia?”

She huffed. “D’mitry, we had our reasons.”

“What reasons?!”

“Perhaps the sudden zombie apocalypse raging throughout Equestria? I mean, really, is that not enough to justify our decision? We panicked. We know about some of the inventions of your world, as you know, so we thought about bringing in some more humans and guns with the magic we had left in order to help stop this thing before it got out of hoof. But-”

Peter raised his annoying fucking finger again to stop her.

“But,” he continued, “she hadn’t expected us to… oh, I don’t know… not wanna fight her fight? Like I was saying, she nabbed us from Earth, expecting us to throw ourselves on the frontline of this bullshit. Not only are we still trying to come to terms with being pulled into a brand spanking new universe, but now she gives us all guns and orders us to help them defend their land? I don’t know what kinda wisdom she was using there, but it’s safe to say that none of us were very happy, or motivated, to take her up on that offer. So, things happened, and boom, my brother Pete led our own little revolution.”

“You dumbass," I scoffed, "If you don’t wanna be here, then why don’t y’all just piss off?”

“We WANTED to!” Peter hissed, taking his hand out of his pocket and pointing back at Celestia. “But your little bitch of a princess here says she doesn’t have enough fucking magic to do it.”

My eyes widened.

“Yeah!” Peter exclaimed, “We’re fucking STUCK here! Now you get why we do what we do? We just wanna go HOME!”

“Bruh. This place ain’t that fucking bad, even now. Y’all need to chill out. Maybe you can help us find a way to bring magic back before... oh, I don’t know... taking everypony hostage and blasting them for the hell of it?”

Peter growled, but I continued.

“I mean, think about it, how the fuck are y’all gonna get out of here if you go against everybody able to help you? You think you can just bully your way out of here? Really?”

“We’ve got a better chance of bullying our way out of here than taking on the zombie ponies out there and dying for no reason.”

A thought struck my head. I remembered getting sent back to Earth when Pete shot me. There was a way to get back… but how would I explain this to them? My mind ran in circles trying to figure out how. I decided for a direct approach.

“You know…” I said, “...there is a way to get out of here… I learned.”

“Okay? And what is that?”

“If you die, you go back.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Nice try, asshole.”

“I’m serious! Pete shot me at the gate, and I passed out. I mean, I didn’t die, I don’t think, but I got sent back! To Atlanta!”

Peter looked like he was growing interested, but it quickly faded. “Bullshit. We’re not gonna kill ourselves, dumbass.”

“You fucking mongoloid. I swear,” I scoffed, shaking my head. I glanced between the boys standing on either side of the thrones. “Speaking of Pete, where is he anyway?”

Peter sighed. “We don’t know. No thanks to YOUR bitch ass for SHOOTING HIM!”

His tone grew angry, as did his body language. Now both hands were out of his pockets, curled up in fists by his side. I raised my hands defensively.

“Bruh, what else was I supposed to do? He wanted to take me prisoner.”

“You should have accepted! I mean, he still probably would have done what we’re about to do now, but it would have made this whole process a hell of a lot easier.”

“Wait, wait…” Twi spoke up, nervousness filling her voice. “What are you about to do?”

The boy glared at me for a second before reaching behind his back and pulling out a Desert Eagle.

“Jesus, bro,” I commented, “overcompensating for something?”

“Shut up, Pony Lover,” he scoffed, turning his gaze back to Twi. “What we’re about to do is kill your little human friend here. After that, we can discuss our new relationship.”

I glanced down at Twi, who had a mortified look on her face as she rushed up to my side and hugged my leg.

“NO!” she screamed, “DON’T KILL HIM! We can come up with something else! You don’t have to kill him!”

“It’s too late, purple pony. He’s too much of a threat. He got Davis and his boys killed at the station, Clark and his friend at the railroad tracks, and Henry and Demarcus at the gate. We can’t risk having him around anymore.”

Peter started raising his Desert Eagle, but was interrupted by Celestia. "Peter, wai-"

He raised his. annoying. fucking. finger. again... causing her to pause.

"It's too late," he repeated, raising the gun again and pointing it down the sta-

CRASH!

I fell backward unknowingly until I saw Dash’s body strewn out on top of mine. She’d ‘Get down Mr. President!’d me to the ground, and held her forelegs over my shoulders. Her eyes were full of fear as she gazed down on me. Peter spoke from behind her.

“Somebody get this rainbow bitch off of him.”

Jen, as well as another boy from the thrones, came forward and grabbed Dash by the shoulders before lugging her off of me, kicking and screaming. Another boy came down from the throne and pulled Twi back, setting his rifle against the back of her head. Tears fell down her cheek as she averted her gaze from me to Peter.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. Just lock him up! Is killing him really all you guys want?!”

“Partially,” Peter answered, “After he’s gone, we’ve got some ground rules to set for the rest of you. We don’t want to kill anymore of you, so I suggest y’all stop acting out. Just let your friend here die. By his account, he gets sent back to Earth anyway. Right, Pony Lover?”

He smiled wickedly as I sat up and angrily glared back.

“Hmm,” he continued, “Doesn’t look like you believe your little story either.”

“I DO! But unlike you, I WANT to be here.”

“That’s too bad. You had the chance to do so at the start, but instead, you chose to attack Pete at the castle. So… it’s time for you to go.”

Peter raised the eagle again, but was interrupted by the girl from before.

“Hang on, Peter. What if he’s telling the truth?”

Peter lowered the eagle, a look of annoyance growing on his face as he turned to her. “Then why don’t you test it out for yourself?”

The girl, who was holding what looked like an M4 carbine from the military, hesitantly glanced at it before shaking her head. “I… I don’t want to.”

“Fucks sake. You know what? Give it here,” he said, reaching out his free left hand.

The girl was surprised, but after a second, she hesitantly handed over the rifle. He glanced between the rest of his boys before saying, “Operation Pussy. Go.”

What???

One of the boys to the left of him let his weapon hang beside him as a wave of confusion flooded his face. “What? Now?!”

“Yes!”

The other boys had already raised their guns, aiming them at the girl next to Peter. I noticed the boy who was helping Jen restrain Dash had dropped her and was pointing his rifle at Jen now. The girls looked flabbergasted.

“What are you doing?!” the girl next to Peter shouted.

To my right, Jen still had her pink glock, but she didn’t dare raise it.

“Sorry, girls,” Peter said, “but you’re going to join your new pony friends here.”

The girls looked absolutely shocked as the boys by the throne started shoving the one girl down the stairs. She started putting up a fight, but without her rifle, she was defenseless. The boys on the throne swiftly overpowered her. While she fought back, Jen shouted out.

“WHAT THE FUCK, PETER?! What is this? We’ve been fucking helping you!”

“Mmm... cool story. But y’all have been getting on our fucking nerves lately. Plus, we’ve been here damn near a week now. We need… some stress relievers.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“You’re sex slaves now. Sorry.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

The two argued some more as Jen was led beside me, her gun stripped from her as she was pushed down to her knees. She and the other girl were violently upset at them, but I mean, why wouldn’t they be? The other girl was similarly pushed down to her knees on the other side of Jen. They eventually got her to stop kicking and screaming.

I glanced over at Twi, who looked scared and confused. We exchanged an awkward glance as Peter eventually shut Jen up as well.

“Alright. Enough dicking around... for now. Goodnight, Pony Lover.”

He raised the Desert Eagle toward my head once more.