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Trix stood off to my left, guarding her half of the stairs. I stood on the right, ready to slice and dice these motherfuckers. I couldn’t wait, honestly. The castle's front doors shook a moment longer before one loud burst erupted throughout the large reception hall.

CRASH!

The two tall doors popped open, little bits of wood flying out in front of them as the mob finally broke in. I watched the spearhead of it, composed of something like 5 ponies—stallions and mares. What was interesting to see was how they acted when they first broke in.

At first, it was what you’d expect: they charged blindly forward for a moment. Right after that, though, they slowed their pace a bit, swiveling their pale-colored heads left and right in search of… brains? I guess. You know, even though we were on the… 5th? day of this thing, I felt like I’d learned absolutely nothing about these zombie ponies. I bet I knew more about Pete’s dumbass outfit than the literal thing that started this mess.

Sheesh.

Anyway, it was fun observing them look for their prey. At least… until I remembered that we were the prey. Shit. It only took the spearhead of ponies a few more seconds to catch sight of us. They glared up at us from the bottom of the stairs and growled menacingly.

The growling, shadowed by the echoes of the new moans and groans throughout the tall lobby was a bit nerve-racking, to be honest. So… I decided not to listen to it anymore. I instead revved my chainsaw loudly.

RNNNNNNNNN!

RNNNNNNNNNNN!

“Mania-”

RNNNNNNNN!

Ahhhhhhh.

I fucking loved the sound of my new chainsaw. It was the fucking best. I wondered what it would sound like slicing through the flesh of these zombie ponies. I wouldn’t have to wait for long, as the spearhead began making their way upstairs.

I anxiously swept my chainsaw to my right side. The powerful beast shook in my hands, seemingly eager to tear through these ponies as well. In my peripheral vision, I noticed the subtle blue glow from Trixie’s spell. I wondered what kind of spells she would use against these sickly threats. She released a blue orb, which flew down the stairs and collided with the first victim.

A simple shove spell. Okay…

What was surprising was just how effective this became. The spearhead had made it up half the flight of stairs when she released it, which meant there were plenty of stairs for her victim to fall down. As he fell, he wiped out two more ponies behind him, and those ponies wiped out at least five more. It was like Trixie was bowling, and she damn near hit a strike. The rest of the spearhead continued though, making their way up to meet us.

It was time.

Trix fired a spell that caused the closest mare’s eyes to strobe with bright white light, leaving two ponies directly in front of us. Conveniently, both of them split, leaving one for me and one for Trix. As my stallion got close, I twisted my body.

RNNNNNNNNNNN!

The chainsaw growled violently in my hands as I used my whole body to swing it around, its blades racing around its nose. The blades connected with the stallion’s shoulder, pulsing a sudden resistance through my arms. The vibrations sent from the saw and into my arms were wicked.

I fought these wicked vibrations as the blades struck what felt like bone. Despite the resistance, these sharp ass blades could care less. The saw violently ripped through the stallion, red drops of blood jetting out of the new gash. They quickly painted everything in the vicinity, including me. One even hit my eyelid, causing me to close my eyes for a moment.

Before I opened them again, the saw finished its journey. The frantic blades cut through his shoulder bone and rib cage before tearing out of his chest. Drops of blood splattered out of it, coating both him and me in a messy red tint. The resistance from the blades meeting his body vanished, causing my arms to swing around as I released the trigger.

I opened my eyes again to see the stallion drop to the floor, his left foreleg barely hanging onto his body. However, he wasn’t finished. He squirmed around immediately, seemingly immune to the pain coursing through any of his uncut veins. Before he got the chance to get up, I regained my stability and lifted the saw over his head.

RNNNNNNNNNNNN!

I sent the blades of the saw down until they began ripping through the middle of his cranium. Once again, blood shot out, mostly showering the stallion’s back. Within a second, the stallion slumped down. Once the blades carved through his skull and reached his brain, it was all over. I released the saw’s trigger and pull-

…

Damn!

The saw lodged in his head as I attempted to pull it out. I yanked hard on the saw, which eventually dislodged it. Blood sprayed out and flew down on my boots as the blades disconnected. I took a second to observe just how much blood covered not only the floor, but my boots, my pants, some of my shirt, the blades, my hands, the stallion…

Damn!

I turned to see Trix also had blood painted on her right side and part of her cheek. She’d taken out her attacker before I had mine, allowing her to glance at my saw and look up at me with an unamused face. I shrugged before we had to get back to it.

That was one zombie. I peered over the next zombie mare and down the stairs, realizing we had many more to get through. This was gonna get messy as fuck.

I focused on the next attacker, who was a pale, tan zombie mare. Yeah… not for long.

She unexpectedly lunged over the first victim’s corpse to get to me, but I had a chainsaw, so… I win. I swung it around, holding down the trigger to make its reddened blades dance.

This time, they connected with the side of the mare’s face, deep enough to cut through most of her head. It took them just a second to slice through the skull, lessening the resistance as it traveled through her face. The resistance returned for a brief moment before it sliced completely through.

I managed the sudden loss of resistance better this time, stopping the blades immediately. Meanwhile, her jaw was dislodged, causing it to grossly swing down like some broken animatronic. As it did, her eyes shut, and she slumped down. She hit the floor, unmoving.

Once again, blood had jetted out when the blades sliced through. Most of it splattered the floor and jutted out left and right… which meant that it probably hit…

Lol.

I turned to see Trix standing still, having just taken out another attacker. She stared straight, a highly annoyed look painted on her face. Also painted on the side of her face and body was a nice tint of red blood.

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, as I was covered in blood now as well. My arms were now almost more red than tan, and my hands were just red. I could also feel drops trickling off my jaw and down my cheek. Never mind my bloody clothes.

So… mouth stays closed for now. K.

The four ponies Trix and I had taken out just now were a part of the group not affected by her initial bowling strike. We had a few-second gap before the rest of the affected mob would get up here, allowing us to reorient ourselves.

Trix had charged up another spell, so she released it with the next runner-up. The blue orb flew forward and collided with the pale stallion, but he had already made it to the top of the stairs. This meant he only fell to the floor, rather than rolling down the steps.

Gutter ball.

The rest of the mob rushed over the top step, forcing us back a few paces. Blue light flashed in my peripheral vision as Trix shot another magic orb down at the floor in front of us. The orb dissolved into it, forming a small layer of ice between us and the mob.

The hooves of the new spearhead members touched down on it, causing most of them to slip and fall. It was pretty funny watching them moan and groan as they tried to come back to a stand, but two of them managed to get through unscathed. Just like the first couple of ponies, they both split up to get us.

Man, these were some generous ponies.

My new attacker was a stallion, a bit taller than the first. His coat of fur was already a pale maroon color, though. Now, it was about to get… marooner? Anyway, this stallion did have a thick neck on him.

My saw did not care.

I pulled the trigger and let rip. Although I had initially wanted to go through his head, the blades unintentionally sunk down to this thick neck of his. The red blades morphed into his red coat as they zipped through the skin of it.

I was starting to get used to the sudden resistance, but this stallion was moving a bit faster than the last two. Sawing a tree is probably one thing, but sawing a moving target? Not as simple as it seems, even with this beast.

Staggering back to avoid getting bit, I continued pressing the blades against his neck. They were sharp enough to cut through, despite the thickness, so they traveled across. The stallion went limp halfway through, and within just a second, they reached the other side.

As I was already staggering, the sudden loss of resistance caused the saw to fly to my left side. This weight shift also caused me to lose my footing and fall backward. I released the trigger as both the stallion and I fell to the floor.

Smack!

Oof! My saw smacked the ground pretty hard too, but it was fine.

The stallion also hit the ground, but…

Bleh!

My saw had cut his head off, which fell to the ground in front of his body…

…and right on my lap.

This wasn’t the worst part. Although his body had gone limp, his face had not. Despite being disconnected from his body, his eyes darted around until they spotted me. His jaw continued moving up and down above my crotch. I was pretty disgusted at first, but part of me also knew I was in danger of getting bit. On top of this, another stallion had managed to stand up and make his way past the ice floor to get to me.

I quickly detached my right hand from the fallen saw on my left side and flung it around the back of the stallion’s dislodged head. Grasping the right side of it, I picked up the grotesque body part and pulled it over my shoulder. With all the strength I could generate in my right arm, I flung it forward, nailing the advancing, non-decapitated stallion in the face.

Strike!

Or… spare? I don’t know. Either way, the flying head screwed him up and caused him to stagger, giving me time to stand back on my two feet. By the time I got into position with the saw, the stallion had uprighted and starting coming at me again.

RNNNNNNNNNN!

Now he wasn’t. Like the past mare, the saw cut through his head. However, I was getting distracted by all the brutal murders I was committing (self-defense of course, future judge) that I was having trouble remembering to tense up for the sudden loss of resistance when the saw was through with its victims. Therefore, after it disconnected, the saw nearly made me lose my balance again. The blades also flew out, nearly brushing the right side of Trix.

“Watch it!” she growled.

“Sorry babe!”

I regained my balance, just to be forced to back up a few paces with her again. The mob continued trotting forward, applying loads of pressure against us. Interestingly, Trixie’s little ice pool stayed intact, meaning most of the following zombie ponies also tripped and fell. This was outrageously beneficial, as it split the all-in-one raging mob into more manageable waves.

Trixie was a genius!

The next wave continued forward, ironically still splitting up to attack either one of us. I would have expected them to all focus on Trix, but for some reason, they were interested in my human ass too. Meat is meat, I guess.

The first mare in the next wave trotted forward, falling victim to my saw blades eviscerating her skull. This time, I had to immediately swing the saw the other way to take out another advancing attacker. This second mare leapt up, so the saw connected with her foreleg instead of her chest.

This didn’t have the same effect as ripping through her head, but it did prevent her from taking a bite out of my chest. What it didn’t prevent was her coming back down and getting ahold of my right leg with her teeth. Pain radiated through it as she quickly sunk them down into my skin.

As she gnawed down on it, I raised the chainsaw up from my right side and swung it down on her head. The blades happily ripped through the top of it, causing her to go limp. Her teeth eased off as I raised the chainsaw up to prevent sawing through my own leg. I backed up and shook her off, feeling the sting of her bite pulse through my leg.

Oh shit… I hope I’m still immune…

Either way, there was nothing I could do about it at the moment. Trix and I were still being forced back by the fast-attacking waves of zombie ponies. They didn’t even really gallop—they kinda trotted, which is like jogging for us humans. I wished these fuckers would just walk like the slow, dumb zombies one would expect. These eager ponies were actually pretty scary, given the fact they could fucking chase you.

Regardless, Trix and I continued fighting. With her magic and my badass chainsaw, we managed to hold them back, wave by wave. Orb after orb, dice after slice, we fought on.

I realized pretty quickly that keeping myself somewhat protected from the blood splatter was fucking impossible. By the time we had backed up nearly halfway down the hallway to the thrones, my whole body was coated red and dripping.

Trix had gotten covered as well, unable to avoid the blades showering everything around us with blood. Both of us dripped this nasty blood down on the similarly bloody hallway floor. It felt warm on me too, so I didn’t know what to think about it. I wanted to be grossed out, but I was also kinda… enthralled.

However, my thrills would soon come to an end. We were almost out of throne room to fight back in, so we would soon be cornered, overpowered by the extraordinary mob, eaten alive, and cut flesh for fl-

“D’mitry!” Trix called.

I turned around to see she’d turned back.

“Come on!!” she cried.

Oh… right.

The window. Duh. I forgot that literally both of the windows to either side of the throne had been blown open. I sliced one last zombie pony before turning around and following her to the one the others had escaped out of.

When we approached, I realized the window opened to a little grass alleyway spanning the side of the castle. The grass sat about two feet below the window, stretching six-or-so feet wide until coming to a stop at a concrete wall standing about as high as I was now.

While I couldn’t see over the wall, I could still see very far in the distance, noting the nearby mountain ranges. This wall was probably the only thing standing between us and a couple-mile-long drop.

I wasn’t a fan of these heights. Why would the princesses build a castle in such a dangerous place anyway? I wondered if they ever lost maintenance stallions because ‘oops, lawn cutter got away from him and he fell down the mountain to his death’. Perhaps her maintenance crew was all pegasus. That’d make sense, I guess. I don’t know.

Why the fuck am I even thinking about this now? There’s a damn horde of aggressive zombie ponies chasing us out of the window.

I slipped my legs out of the window and jumped down, taming the beast of a chainsaw in my hands. Once I was out, I helped Trix get down safely, like a gentleman. Once we were both out, we darted down the grass alleyway.

While we ran, I wondered how the hell this plan was actually working. How was the alley completely void of zombie ponies? There weren’t even corpses, which meant the others ran through scot-free. We eventually passed the whole castle, slinking our way on the street that led to its front doors.

Nothing. We both looked toward the front doors, but the whole mob had made it inside already. There were a few corpses on the street, but just a few. The others must have easily taken them out and continued.

Like, damn… it really was fucking working. We even had to slow down a bit to make sure the mob still had eyes on us.

As badly as I wanted to take off with Trix and get the hell out of here, we had to stick to the plan of distracting them. Blah blah blah. This was still the dumbest fucking thing I think we’d come up with.

If we get surrounded out here, Trix was capable of pulling off a forcefield spell she claimed would keep us both protected, but what if it didn’t work? That was our only backup, so what would we do then? Psshhht.

I glanced at Trixie, who looked pretty irritated right now. Her fur absolutely soaked in blood. I mean, I guess I was dripping in it too. Hell, we were both leaving a damn trail behind us. I so badly wanted to douse us with water or something. Surely this wasn’t healthy for us.

“You weren’t scratched or bit, were you?” I asked her.

“No.”

“Okay. Sorry for the mess. And sorry for almost nicking yo-”

“Just shut up.”

…

Damn… okay. I wasn’t expecting her to be mad at me. Maybe tensions were just high. I hope she wasn’t that mad at me. Maybe I could make it up to her or something. I didn’t want her to feel…

…

Well, damn. I guess I do still have feelings for Trixie. Just what I needed. I shook away this thought for now, best I could, to stick to the plan. We kept jogging/trotting down the path, making a turn to head for the jail.

Yeah, that’s the last part of the plan. Don’t worry about it—I’ll explain later. For now, we made our way towards it. Hopefully our plan wouldn’t get…

…

busted

…

Sorry