Left 4 Ponies: The Sacrifice

by Swift The Fool

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Comedy, Adventure, Crossover, Anthro, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other
Length: 4553

Four Fanfic Readers fight their way through a zombie infested town. Chaos ensues.

First off, Dusky hates everything, mostly dolls though. Anyway, I ever tell you about that time when me and crimsonpit stared into each others eyes for about five hours? It was a intense time. It was so-

Four Fanfic Readers make their way through Manehatten, boomsticks and pointy sticks at the ready. However, whenever ponies who read fanfics group up to fight zombies, things will get crazy.

Contains anthro ponies, light gore, and chaos.

Published 2017-08-12 23:30:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-12 23:30:05 UTC

Left 4 Ponies

One might say that a zombie infested city that was picked clean of life would be dead silent, and except for the occasional twitch or shambling of an undead monster, all would be still.

However, Manehattan is not picked clean of life, and the zombies are not standing still, many are rushing towards the sounds of a siren. The sound of a carriage siren to exact. However, some of the zombified anthropomorphic ponies were not just simple runners, they had been mutated by combinations of the virus coursing through their veins and other factors, such as radiation or magic spells gone wrong, and lumbered, hopped, parkoured, and climbed towards the loud noise that had alerted them of the presence of life.

For some strange reason, the loud gunshots that echoed throughout the city that was devoid of life, but filled with the carcasses of dead carriages and vendors stands, and the shouts of: ''I need pills!'' And: ''I hate dolls! And stairs!'' Did not alert the infected former denizens to the four survivors presence before hoof.

The four ponies who were now the center of attention of the entire city were your average not so average joes. However, they all banned together for a common goal: Find a way out of Manehatten, and kill all sons of guns out there with very large guns. They also joined up because there was nothing better to do and alone there was nopony to annoy with stupid comments and talk of fart jokes.

The first of the survivor's was not actually a anthropomorphic pony, he was more of an Anonymous, although instead of a suit and no eyes, he wore robes of the darkest night and bore crimson red eyes that bore into your very soul. If it wasn't for the fact that zombies are brain dead morons who can't even use a phonebook, his piercing glare would have wiped out most of the infected already.

''Somebody toss me a melee! I'm out of shots!'' He shouted, and caught a machete tossed to him by the only mare of the group, he caught it in one slightly clawed hand, chopped a zombie who tired to jump him from behind like it was nothing ,and spun to gaze into the mares eyes, gripping her free hand tightly.

The mare wore high heels, not so high that they were ridiculous, but high enough that she tended to trip over her own hooves as she ran. She wore a simple blouse, and jeans that went down to her ankles. Her fur was pink, and her mane looked like that of a familiar once evil now converted to good apprentice of a twilight princess of friendship, and was also a very neon pink color. She also had a unicorn horn sticking out of her head.

Both of them stared deep into the others eyes, almost as if trying to will themselves to become one. They were staring so deep, their eyes were chibi sized and were shining like stars in the night sky. It was a heartwarming if a little sickening sight, until the third pony smacked both of them across their faces, snapping both of them out of their stupor.

''Hey! Will you two knock it off! We're in the middle of a freaking zombie bloody stupid apocalypse and now you two are making goo goo eyes at each other in the middle of an epic fight scene!? I hate everything!'' The third pony shouted in annoyance, firing a shot off from his pump action shotgun into a small crowd approaching from the east.

He was a light green Alicorn with a mares body, but the voice was definitely male, his mane was rather straight and a darker shade of green, and he wore a leather jacket and some suit pants. He looked extremely out of place. However, the shotgun he wielded was something no zombie should've messed with.

''Oh come on Dusky, me and crimson don't get many opportunity's to do this anymore since all those stupid zombies started eating everypony.'' The mare pouted, her lower lip sticking out.

crimsonpit nodded, before letting go of his mare and hacking his way through another group and chopping the head off a spitter. ''Come on! We gotta move! Swift Blade! Hurry up, I can hear a-''

''TANNNNNNNNNNNNNK!!!'' The final pony, a dark blue earthpony with a redish brown mane, and wearing a hoodie and jeans, shouted, before chucking a glass bottle filled with what looked like puke inside it at a wall, coating it in a disgusting cloud of green, causing all the infected around them to chase it, scratching and clawing at the wall as they tried to somehow kill the horrid goo.

Swift retched, and turned to his team, finding them all staring at him, one confused, one blankly, and one, Dusky, in annoyance.

''I was about to say I heard a smoker, and I was about to ask you to put away that katana and get ready to shoot something, but that works too I suppose.'' crimson sighed, before turning and leading the way towards the gas station they were headed towards.

''Whoops. Well, anyway...'' Swift shrugged, before following suit, with Dusky and Fluffy on his tail.

''I hate long walks...'' Dusky complained, as he lit up a Molotov and chucked it behind him, lighting up the zombies who had just finished with the boomer bile behind them.

The walk was unsettling, they saw only two zombies, which were quickly taken down by Swift and his katana.

''For Celestia's stupidly long beard that doesn't exist learn how to shoot a gun Swift.'' Dusky complained, his eyes still scanning the rooftops around them.

''I'll leave that up to you guys, sides, blades don't need reloading.'' Swift shot back with a small smile.

''Reloading!?'' Fluffy suddenly yelled, her hand ejecting the clip of her sniper rifle and inserting a fresh one into it, before cocking it with a satisfying click.

''Fluffy?'' crimson stared at her.

''Yes?''

Swift interrupted. ''Why the hell did you just reload when I know your clip was full?''

''How did you know that? Have you been following us!?'' Dusky jumped, his mane and tail twitching erratically. ''You son of a bitch I'll blow you into next week, and when we find you next week I'll force you to buy me a drink from one of the expensive vending machines that still work!

''Hey I ever tell y'all bout the time me and mah coltfriend crimson went out for a romantic dinner and we stared into each others eyes intensely for about three hours? It was so romantic Ah thought-''

''Fluffy, can this wait? Also, why did your voice turn into Applejack for a second?'' Dusky asked, trying to keep his smile from turning into a frown of annoyance.

''Okay.'' She responded with a cheerful smile, ignoring the second part of the question, her sniper rifle leaned back to rest on her shoulder, somehow colliding with the side of Swift's head, causing a yelp of pain to come from the stallion, before he ducked and inched several hoofsteps away from Fluffy.

''Watch it! What if that thing goes off by accident!'' Swift raised a hand in the air, shaking it at the pink mare.

''Oops, sorry Swift.''

''Ahem.'' crimson raised a claw, hand, something, into the air, and pointed behind them. ''I think your antics can wait. We have another problem.''

''And what might that be?'' Dusky asked, his hands gripping his shotgun tighter, and his hooves planting themselves firmly into the pavement.

''The smoker I heard earlier is right behind you.''

The others spun quickly, their weapons ready, and Fluffy letting out a little squeak of fear and excitement. However, nothing met the large horse eyes of the survivors.

Swift Blade's head slowly spun around, rotating at an almost ninety degrees until it met with crimson, and his glare said it all. ''Do you think your funny?''

''No,'' crimsonpit shook his head, before pointing upwards. ''But that smoker probably does.''

Before any of them could react, a long hideous tongue straight from a horror movie and probably would've gotten him picked on at school, shot out from the top of a building and latched onto good ol soon to be zombie burgers Fluffy, wrapping around her and yanking her off her hooves.

''What the faaaaaaaa-'' She screamed, as she was lifted higher off the ground ,the smoker pulling in his prize like a fisherstallion reeling in his first fish. However, unlike the hypothetical fisherstallion who didn't eat meat, the smoker was not going to let Fluffy go. It would eat her like the creator of this fanfiction eats steak dinner.

''Stop breaking the fourth wall!'' Dusky shouted to the air, his shotgun raised to blow the tongue in half and free Fluffy, however, crimson beat them all to it, moving quicker then anything had ever moved ever, except that one time Swift saw a free packet of hay fries that his friends were giving out.

His blade flashed, and Fluffy was freed, dropping quickly to the ground, and crimson was there to catch her. They stared at each other for a few moments, before Dusky shouted at them again.

''Guys! We talked about this!''

''Hey! Come back here you!'' Swift shouted at the retreating smoker, who was preparing another attack, but was shot by Fluffy, who had regained her composure and fired a shot from her hunting rifle that was so skilled it would have made anyone who tried to assassinate Donald Trump envious.

''Nopony makes my coltfriend worry!'' Fluffy shouted into the air, her rifle firing into the air like she was honoring some random dead pony, and of course, one of the shots almost hit Swift.

''Freaking aaaaaaah!'' Swift yelped, hopping around like a bunny.

''Fluffy...''

''Yes Dusky?''

''Watch where your shooting, one of those went through my mane...'' Sure enough, there was a bullet sized hole through Dusky's mane.

''Does nopony care about me?'' Swift muttered, his eyes shadowed with annoyance.

''Alright, that's that, into the gas station. I'm starving!'' crimson gestured towards the place they had been trying to reach for the whole fic so far.

They approached the glass double doors of the station, staring at the obstacle like they couldn't get past.

''Do you think the alarms still working on these things?'' Swift asked.

Shaking his head, Dusky shrugged, ''I wouldn't doubt it, any time we decide to go somewhere, it's always filled with zombies and loud bloody noises that aren't coming from our guns.

''Weapons here.'' crimson shouted,bending down and retrieving a Scar-H assault rifle. Sheathing his machete and tossing away his empty gun, he inspected the weapon, finding a full clip and the barrel to be free of debris.

Fluffy suddenly levitated a fly swatter from out of nowhere and spanked crimson's ass, causing him to yelp and hop forward away from the impact. His head turned, a furious blush on his face. ''What?''

''Nothing!'' Fluffy smiled guilty, hiding the glowing flyswatter behind her back.

''Then why is your horn glowing?'' crimson pointed out.

''Oi! We're wasting time, hordes gonna show up, let's move!'' Without anymore warning, Swift charged forward and smashed the glass with his elegant blade, freezing them all in their tracks.

No sound from the store.

They all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

''Oh thank Luna, I was worried for a second there that-'' The Alicorn was cut off by the sound he had come to hate. An alarm. Plus a hunter leaped out of the dark of the building and pinned him to the ground. ''Sonnaofbitch! Get this thing off of me!''

''I gotcha Dusky.'' The swordspony said like it was the most normal thing in the universe, before raising his sword and bringing it down on top of the former parkourist's head, chopping it clean off.

''Gotta admit, they have a good taste in hoodies.'' Swift grinned as he helped Dusky to his hooves, ''Here, take these.'' With a pat to the back and some pills for Dusky's health, before heading into the station like nothing happened.

Shaking his head, and downing the unknown pills which they had learned to assume were always good for them and would help them out when injured into his gullet, Dusky Novel followed with a grunt and a quick reload of shells into his shotgun.

The inside of the gas station was dark, forcing the ponies to turn on their flashlights. Thankfully, it was clear.

''Gaah!'' Shouted crimson, shoving a pair of undead mares away from him, and firing a burst into both of their bodies. ''The narrator lied!''

''Grabbing puke.'' Dusky announced to the room of uninfected ponies, causing them all to turn and stare at him.

''You had to announce that to us all?'' Fluffy asked, confusion in her tone. ''What if it wasn't boomer bile and was real puke? Or maybe liquid farts?'' Her smile grew and turned devilish.

''Fluffy, there' a time and place for everything.'' Dusky simply put.

The rest of the scrounging went in almost complete silence, except for the Fluffy, who got her hands on a pipe bomb and a adrenaline shot. What that was doing there nopony knew. Once they were done, they settled into what they called the safe room in the back.

''You ever think a tank could bust one of these doors down? Swift asked, voicing his thoughts aloud. It wasn't a very bright thought, but it was a conversation topic.

''Never seen one try, we haven't encountered one close enough to a safe room door to find out.'' Dusky shrugged, leaning back against the pile of boxes he sat against.

crimson was busy sorting out the supplies they had and those that were in the safe room, but he found time to add his side of the argument. ''They probably could, those things are one of the largest monsters I've seen in Equestria. Of course, the ones in the underworld are much larger and much worse, those would take down that door no problem.'' He laughed evilly to himself, and went back to what he was doing.

Fluffy was fiddling with a bottle of ketchup, trying in vain to open it. It had been the last one, and when she had seen it she had just had to have it. However, this bottle of ketchup was tougher than any zombie she had ever faced down. ''Darling.'' She grunted, twisting the cap of the ketchup. ''Did I ever tell you about the time my lovely coltfriend and I went out on a cruise and talked for hours on end. It was simply delightful, until we fell asleep.''

''Interesting...can we get back to the topic about the tanks?'' Swift flicked a hand, rubbing at his snout to get rid of an itch that had decided to rear its ugly invisible head and bother him.

''Heh, if you think those damn tanks are scary and, then you should have seen this doll I saw one time.'' Dusky began to rant about this doll he had encountered in a friends house once, and his rant lasted long into the night, boring most all but Fluffy till they all finally drifted off into sleep. Except Dusky, his rant continued.

''...And that's why I hate dolls.''

Those were the first words that the survivors heard as they woke, and it was then that they realized that Dusky had either been ranting all night, or he had woken up before any of them just so he could say that. None of them bothered to ask, and he didn't tell them.

''Alright friends, we don't have far to go, there's a radio station nearby, so we should be able to call for help there.'' crimsonpit stated, walking back and forth like a drill sergeant. ''So we need to gear up. Dusky! Your on close range with Swift, you'll need these pills, one of the medkits, and you'll want-'''

''Already ahead of you.'' Dusky grinned, strapping a medkit to his back, the pills in his pocket, a large magnum pistol into the other, and hefting a tactical shotgun over one shoulder. ''Hell yeah, I'm going auto shotty.''

''Swift. Keep that katana, however, your also taking these.'' The adrenaline shot, a medkit, and a AK-47 crashed into the blue stallion, knocking him to the ground with a yell and a thud.

crimson turned to Fluffy, and smiled, ''And Fluffy, you keep your medkit and hunting rifle, but also take these.'' He pointed at an extra pistol sitting on the table.

''Yay! I'll do my best!'' She exclaimed, before doing as instructed and posing like a badass. ''Hell yeah, lets do this motherfudgers!''

''Still Fluffy.'' Dusky grinned as he took his position at the front of the safe room's back door.

Almost as if the cue to hit the rock music had been cued, the bar barricading the safe room door was removed and a green hoof kicked the door open, the group rushing out like majestic angels ready to reap bloody hell upon the legions of the dead.

It was glorious. It also lasted only ten seconds before a charger came out of nowhere, slamming into Dusky, sending both of them crashing into a wall.

The other's turned to help, but that left room for another smoker to take the opportunity to wrap its warty tongue around crimsonpit, and when Swift turned to see what had just happened, he got hit in the face with boomer puke.

''Ah sick!'' He choked out, right before a horde of infected ponies engulfed him.

Fluffy did no better, she tried to shoot the charger holding Dusky, but the boomer coated her in bile before she could take a shot. A creepy little jockey, who once may have been either an adorable foal, or a midget, grabbed hold of her head a split second later, steering her towards a wall.

It was almost as if the infected had planned this, but they hadn't, they were far to stupid, it was simple bad luck plus the sound of Dusky's yelling had attracted them.

''Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Freaking ow!'' Dusky shouted, as the large genderless pony on steroids smashed him against the ground over and over again. ''This is all your fault guys! If we die, I'll kill you guys!''

''We get the point!'' Swift shouted, trying to rid himself of the zombies now beating him into the ground like a bug. He had managed to shoot a couple off of him, but there was to many for his tiny little handgun to handle.

''It was an honor!'' crimson shouted, ''And Fluffy?''

''Yeah?'' The unicorn shouted as the was spun in circles by the tiny being riding the back of her head.

''I will always lov-''

Several extremely loud things happened next, and they involved the jockey suddenly being way shorter than it already was, the charger's stomach suddenly very visible, the smoker and boomer exploding, and the zombies being mowed down by machine gun fire.

When the smoke cleared, a new band of shining heroes stood there, tall and noble.

''You idiots really need to work on your skill.'' The first, a white furred unicorn wearing what looked like a leather school girls outfit chuckled, reloading her m16 assault rifle.

The second, a green Pegasus wearing a simple skirt and tee smiled. ''Hey guys.'' She waved, the baseball bat in her hands dripping with the blood of a very annoying and now very dead jockey.

The third, a dark blue bat pony wearing a robe shook his head in annoyance, but remained silent.

The final one, a chipper orange Pegasus wearing jeans and a tee jumped with joy, accidently firing off her shotgun, resulting in Swift being caught in the blast.

''Gaaah! Haven't I suffered enough!?''

''Nope.'' The bat pony said, his eyes devilish, and filled with mischief.

''Celestia damn why are you guys here anyway? This is a four pony thing.'' Dusky glared, his suspicion growing.

''Cameos.'' The white one said, brushing some locks of her brown mane out of her face.

''Alright, you did that, and you saved us, now begone!'' crimson shouted, waving a hand.

''Alright, see you guys later!'' The orange one exclaimed, before the group hopped a pile of rubble and disappeared from view.

''Well that was weird.'' Fluffy said with burp. ''Excuse me.''

''Yes, anyway, let's heal up and continue on.'' crimson nodded to himself.

The ponies took turns healing up with their medkits, keeping guard over each other until they were all prepared again. The they were off like speeding bullets, wreaking havoc through the hordes and crushing undead dreams as they went. Until...

''Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!'' Swift Blade screamed like a little filly, as he fired his AK at the approaching zombies. However, his aim was so bad not a single bullet hit the infected rushing him.

''Your sad friend.'' Dusky laughed, as his shotgun plowed down the approaching horrors.

''Shut up.''

''Move move move!'' crimson suddenly shouted, chucking a pipe bomb to get the infected in front of them to change directions.

''What's the sudden rush for?'' Shouted Dusky, smacking away a zombie like it was an annoying fly, before blasting it with a sudden quick draw from his magnum. Dusky felt like a badass.

''Because I can hear a TAAAAAAAANNNNNNNK!'' Shouted crimson, as the large beefy figure of a mutated zombie pony crested the horizon of several cars, picking them up and throwing them aside or at the four ponies.

''Oh crap.'' Dusky whimpered, before turning and running for his life.

The four ponies ran down the streets, screaming like little foals as large chunks of concrete and cars landed around them, urging them to run faster. Swift took this opportunity to inject himself with adrenaline, and he sped ahead of the others.

''Seeya suckers!''

''Hey! You can't leave us!'' crimsonpit shouted, firing his rifle behind him, and shaking his fist claw thing at the speeding stallion.

''I'm not leaving you! I'm just saving myself and assuming y'all will be fine! Byeeeeee!'' Shouted the stallion as he began to leave the group in his dust, that is, until he collided face first with a fence.

The ponies quickly caught up to him, and passed him with smug grins as they hopped over the broken fence gates leading into the radio station.

Smiling cheerfully, Dusky waved lightly as he passed. ''Have fun buddy.''

They slammed the door behind them of the main entrance behind them, sighing with relief.

Fluffy glanced back and forth, ''You think he'll be okay?''

''Yeah.'' crimson nodded. ''He's a tough one. He'll survive.''

A spilt second later, Swift Blade crashed through a window, groaning in pain as he stood up, using his katana as a cane. ''I hate everything...''

''Hey! that's my line!'' Dusky complained.

''Uh...what happened to the tank?''

The others turned their heads slowly to gaze at Fluffy, and Everypony's pupils dilated.

The tank burst through the doors, completely demolishing them, it gave a mighty roar. The ponies screamed as one, holding each other for protection. The tank took three threatening steps into the room, and dropped dead instantly.

''Whaaaaat?'' Fluffy was the first to speak.

crimson shook his head, ''No time to question it, to the recording room!'' He pointed a hand dramatically towards a nearby door, ignoring Swift's:

''I chucked a Molotov at it and chopped it up lots...''

They rushed into the room, and found a new threat to their journeys end. The room, not to mention the rest of the building, was out of power.

''Celestia damn it.'' Dusky muttered, stomping a hoof on the ground in annoyance.

''Well, guess we gotta find the generator and some gas or something to fuel-'' Dusky cut Swift off with a shove and a huff.

''No. No. I will not be tormented by this anymore. Let's end this!'' Dusky Novel's horn glowed, his wings flared, and suddenly the station was filled with light, and the machinery powered up.

''Oh.'' Said Fluffy.

crimson took the lead, and began using the radio to call for help, signaling Canterlot that there was still survivors in the city and that before they decided to drop a magic missile on it they should first send in a helicopter. Also some ketchup (Since Fluffy still hadn't been able to open the one she had found.) and some food for them all.

''Alright, that's that taken care of, Dusky?'' crimson pulled up a chair and leaned back into it, putting his feet or hooves or claws or...something up.

''Yeah?''

''I'm hungry.''

''So?''

''Get me some souls to munch on, and maybe some salad.''

Dusky visibly burst a blood vessel. ''Hell no, get your own damn souls before I send yours to Tartarus!''

Fluffy jumped in with a happy grin. ''Tarter sauce? Cause I remember this time where-''

''Fluffy, later.'' Swift mumbled.

''Kay.''

''Get you butt in the kitchen and make me something to eat!'' crimsonpit ordered, pointing a finger claw at Dusky.

''There is no kitchen!''

''Find one!''

Swift suddenly clamped a hand over both of their muzzles, and shushed them. ''Anypony else here that?''

Fluffy's eyes narrowed, and she returned into badass mode. ''A horde, they must hear the sounds of the chopper on the way.''

''In that case, we gotta get to the roof!'' crimson exclaimed, before rushing out the door.

The others followed close behind, however, something caught Swift's eye before he chased after them. They advanced through the halls, until they came up to a problem.

''That's a lot of undead freaks...'' Fluffy muttered. ''Scary...''

Dusky stepped forward, and crimson right behind him, but before they could open fire, a rather loud explosion rocked the room, and suddenly the zombies were all gone, reduced to blood and body parts strewn around the hallway. The others turned, to find Swift holding a grenade launcher.

''Boom chaka laka baby.''

The following battle with the undead was fierce, and lasted about twenty chapters, but for the sake of not wasting your time, we'll skip to the end and tell of the heroic tale of death and glory.

''Dusky! You can't do this!'' Fluffy shouted, her hunting rifle out of ammo, and was trying to rid herself of the spitter trying to spit all over her nice shoes.

''I have to! You guys go on, get on the chopper! I'll cover you!'' Dusky Novel shouted back, his shotgun on its last few rounds.

''Don't worry Dusky!'' crimson shouted, ''We'll remember you!!!'' Before the others jumped on to the waiting helicopter.

Swift waved to Dusky. ''We'll always love you man!'' Before Dusky was engulfed by the hordes and lost from sight.

The chopper pulled away from the rooftop, and began it's journey towards Canterlot, it's mission complete. However, without the green Alicorn their victory didn't feel as great as it would have.

''Hey guys.''

''Dusky!?'' The three remaining ponies turned to see a very creepy very pissed Alicorn doll staring at them from the other seat.

''Yeah, I'm a doll now.''

The others began to laugh.

Dusky sighed, ''I hate my life.''

Author's Note

And thats the end. Or is it? If you guys want another one, let me know by liking this story and commenting below.

Left 4 Ponies 2 may become a thing.