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“Run, D’mitry, Run!” Snow shouted.

And so I ran. I wasn’t ‘running’ very fast though, because dragging Lieutenant Blaze behind me proved to be pretty difficult. He was a weighty sonuva bitch. I almost wanted to yell at him to “lose some weight, fatass!” but was too out of breath to do so. Ironic.

Regardless, we were moreso jogging through the woods. The sparse forest was growing a bit denser as we followed the direction we’d originally been heading. You know, the direction we'd been heading before Twi decided to lay out the dumbest plan I think we’d followed to date?

I just know Celestia was as mad as I was. We still hadn’t run into anyone else, so it was unclear who all made it out. We’d have to find out once we got to the hospital, I guess. Thankfully, Snow and I were kinda in the clear, with just a few nearby zombies posing soon-to-be threats. We could also hear distant gunfire echo through the woods sporadically, meaning someone was still standing.

Nurse Snow trotted alongside me, pulling the wooden cart Flitter was in. She tried to stick close so we could defend one another. I still had my hatchet tucked in my belt loop, and she still had her knife from before. Meanwhile, Flitter was defenseless in the cart, and Guard Blaze was defenseless against the forest floor as I dragged him along it.

I took a second to glance back at Flitter. She eyed me back nervously. I noticed a few holes in the front panel of the cart, where shrapnel from the grenade must have penetrated. I also noticed she was slightly bleeding from her side.

“Nurse,” I spoke between tired breaths, grabbing her attention. “She’s bleeding.”

“You’re bleeding. We need to keep moving.”

That reminded me that I was bleeding. I’d forgotten that my cheek was slowly leaking blood off my jaw and down my neck. Felt pretty yucky. My hands also felt painfully wet still, so I took a moment to look back at th-

Whooooa!

I almost lost my grip on Blaze’s forelegs, causing me to slow down. My bloody hands were growing wetter, making it harder to hang on. I could feel them oozing out blood on his front hooves, but there wasn’t even time to wipe ‘em clean right now. I noticed a zombie approaching from our front right side, trotting closer and closer until…

Slice!

Still attached to the yoke of the cart, Snow threw her head sideways, slicing the zombie stallion’s forehead open. The stallion staggered back a step. After her head swept past his, the blade end was facing him. She was still trotting forward, so she quickly leaned to the side to get enough distance to-

Stab!

The blade entered the side of the stallion’s head. Snow was forced to come to a quick halt to yank the knife back out of his head. Once she did, he immediately slumped to the ground. I kept dragging Lieutenant Blaze through the forest floor, not having to slow down for Snow to catch back up.

We were also running through a denser part of the forest now. This meant we were weaving a bit more to avoid trees and bushes, because if I had to run through one more fuckass bush, I’d probably just faint and let myself get eaten by whichever lucky zombie pony got to me first.

That brings up a point. I mighta mentioned it before, but why were these zombie ponies after me anyway? Not only me, but they seemed to want Discord and Spike as well. The fuck is that about? These zombies weren’t very picky, honestly.

Anyway, we kept jogging through the woods. Snow took out another zombie pony lunging at us, and so did I. I used my hatchet after letting go of Blaze’s hooves and causing him to splat face-first on the ground. I didn’t mean to, but it was kinda funny seeing him shake the dirt off his face as I re’holstered’ my hatchet and grabbed his front hooves again.

“Dick.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant Blaze.”

Could he really blame me at a time like this, though? I had to do what I had to do, or we’d both be food. I was only partially an asshole this time.

During our jog through the forest, we heard sporadic gunfire coming from the direction we were headed. It’d been a minute since we heard shots echo through the woods, so this was good. Even if we didn’t run into anyone, everybody probably remembered where we were going. The hospital probably wasn’t far away now, but it was hard to tell in this damn forest.

About a minute of jogging later, the dense forest suddenly faded into a field of grass. The plains. Ahh. It was a beautiful change of scenery. What was even beautifuller was seeing a group of ponies off in the distance, huddled in the middle of the field. From here, we could see the miniature skyscraper, as well as two larger ponies.

So, Discord, Celestia, and Luna. They had others next to them, but I couldn’t make any of them out yet.

Snow and I continued in the field, finally slowing our pace to more of a speedened-walk. So, like, not a fast walk. I was huffing and puffing like a motherfucker, so I was more fond of walking right now. After doing a quick scan to check for zombies coming out of the woods, I realized we were in the clear right now. I looked back at the group as we approached, frolicking through the field.

Well, I don’t know if Lieutenant Blaze would call it frolicking. I looked over my shoulder to see he still looked mad as fuck, his lower half still dragging along the dirt. It’s a good thing the ponies of this world have retractable genitals, cause I can’t imagine this run would feel very good on his penis.

I looked ba-

Ahem.

…

What?

Care to elaborate on the retractable genitals?

Oh, right! I forgot I hadn’t mentioned that. Ain’t it pretty self-explanatory, though?

It is. It seems like a pretty important point, though. Especially since you’ve explored mares yourself. I think a little explanation is in order here.

Okay, sure.

So yeah, ponies, and most of the other animals in this world, have retractable genitals. I thanked my lucky stars when I found this out from the princesses on my arrival. While I obviously wouldn’t have minded seeing mare pussies peaking out behind tails, it was nice to know I wouldn’t be scarred from seeing enormous stallion cocks flopping around.

Well… most of the time. There were occasions where certain… uh… free-spirited?... ponies would “open up” (that is literally the professional terminology, by the way) and let their reproductive jewels bask in Celestia’s sunlight. There was also this one mare from out of town who had a medical condition where she couldn’t retract it. She would just wear skirts, shorts, or pants all the time.

I’d also learned from Trix that you could get a mare to unintentionally, partially open theirs up if you got them horny enough. That was an interesting night. Ahh. I liked that memory.

Wait, what were we talking about?

Who made it out of the forest?

Oh, right. So, I looked at the gro-

Wait a minute, we weren’t talking about this.

We are now. Backstory concluded.

But I didn’t even get to the-

Lightning Bolt.

AHH! No fun.

I brushed this off and continued speedened-walking behind Snow. We were getting closer to the group now, so I took another scan behind us to make sure there were no zom-

Whoa!

The girls. I mean murderers. I saw them exiting the forest off to our right side. They were jogging alongside Drift, who had a mean limp to his step. All 3 of them were followed by a unicorn, who I could immediately recognize as Trix.

I sighed with relief. It looks like most everybody made it back. I could make out more and more familiar faces as we approached the group, who were just as happy to see us approaching. This happiness morphed into worry when they saw the condition we were in.

“Fuck!” Twi exclaimed, rushing forward to meet us. “Are you guys okay?!”

I let go of Blaze’s hooves and heard him splat on the ground again. Holding in a laugh, I set my hands on my knees to catch my breath. Hauling that fatass really took it out of me. I mean… he wasn’t really a fatass, but still. Heavy motherfucker.

“Define ‘okay’,” I replied, bringing my hands out in front of me.

Twi’s eyes widened at seeing the blood covering my palms. My left hand had been particularly messed up, with a large teeth-mark-riddled gash running along the back of it. Blood was slowly oozing out of it, similar to my cheek, where blood was still trickling down. I noticed as my adrenaline was wearing off that this was starting to make me feel dizzy again.

“Sweet Celestia! You got bit again??”

"I couldn't help it!"

"Damn it," she cursed, turning to nurse Snow beside me. "Nurse, can you help him?"

I heard Lieutenant Blaze huff behind me before asking, “Are you serious?”

I turned around to face him. His hind legs were still bloody as hell, leaving a visible trail from where I’d dragged him.

“To be fair, Lieutenant Blaze... you said you can’t even feel ‘em, so, like, can’t you wait?”

smack

Snowheart’s hoof whacked the back of my leg. She had detached herself from the cart already, passing me to set up on Lieutenant Blaze’s side. As she got to work, Twi looked up from my side.

“Lieutenant Blaze?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s not a lieutenant…”

“He is now.”

“Why?”

“Cause he ain’t got no legs no more.”

Her confused expression was pretty funny.

“The fuck are you on about?”

“You wouldn’t get it.”

She shook her head. “Probably not.”

She was about to speak some more and set me up for treatment, I think, until the gir- I mean murderers arrived. When they got close to us, Abby collapsed to her knees. All of them were exhausted, breathing pretty heavy.

Haha. Weak mothafuckas.

Really? You were wheezing just a second ago.

Hey! Unfair! I was hauling Lieutenant Blaze’s fatass through the damn forest. He’d mentioned getting a medal for blowing his own legs up, so I think I should get a medal for dragging his ass to safety.

Anyway, Trix rushed in behind them. I could see Twi crane her head left and right, seemingly looking behind them before stepping forward a few steps.

“WHERE’S SPIKE?!” she cried, “I thought he ran off with you!!”

The girls had- I mean murde- you know what? Fuck it. I give up. The girls had to take a few seconds to catch their breaths. Trix looked pretty out of it too, but not as bad as them and Drift. Abby was also balling again, tears pouring down her face. She was one emotional bitch, huh? Damn. Drift wrapped his foreleg around her back as she had this little meltdown. Jen was about to comment, but she was struggling to catch her breath, so Trix took over for her.

“Twilight… I hate to tell you this, but…”

Oh. Shit.

“TELL ME WHAT?!”

“He’s… gone.”

Even the crickets stopped chirping.

I mean, they weren’t chirping to begin with, seeing as it was still afternoon, but yeah. The only noise in the field, besides Abby’s soft crying and everybody else catching their breath, was the breeze. This ominous quiet took over.

Twi was frozen in front of me. I couldn’t even see her facial expression, but I could tell by the back of her head alone that she was stunned. Don’t ask me how, either. I’m probably just a witch or something. I glanced around at the others, but I was struggling to see now. My vision was swooning. It felt like I was on a goddamn sailboat in the middle of the ocean. This was nauseating as fuck.

I looked back at Twi, who was looking down at the grass below her. She slowly shifted her gaze to Lieutenant Blaze beside her before turning to look up at me, that predicted look of shock on her face. I hadn’t expected it to be so… strong, though.

Or maybe I was just seeing things. I was struggling to keep her in my vision. I could see 2 Twi’s, then 3… then 2 again. Oh look, only 1 Tw- oop, never mind, there’s 3 of ‘em again.

Jesus.

My body was growing weak. I felt my muscles crying to give out now. Both my legs and arms were pissed at me for hauling Lieutenant Blaze all this way. I think I vaguely saw Twi’s shocked expression shift into worry, but now the 2, 3 or 4 of her were fuzzy as hell.

“D’mitry?”

Fucking shit.

When am I gonna stop passing the fuck ou

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Thud!