Catbird Cataclysm: Equestria's End

The 784th Apple Family reunion was off to a rocky start. It wasn't just because Uncle Zester was drunk – Though he was – And it wasn't thanks to Great-Aunt Fuji dressing up like a racist caricature of a zebra, despite knowing full well that Zecora had been invited. Rather, it was the impending apocalypse that put a damper on festivities before they had a chance to get off the ground.

The Apple Family, despite all rumors to the contrary, weren't stupid. They knew when to fight, when to hide, and most importantly, when the end of the world was coming about. All the signs were right, according to those family members who were old enough to remember such things; The distant explosions, the green clouds, the fact that the zap apple harvest had taken a whole 3.24 minutes longer to complete this year than last. It all came together under the auspices of prophecy, ancient tales handed through the generations warning of the ultimate destruction of Equestria, and the planet of Equus as a whole. The sinners – Read, those who weren't part of the Apple Family – Would be exterminated, and the world would be gifted unto those who deserved it. The most important part, as far as Applejack was concerned, was the utter annihilation of all inferior crops. No longer would land be wasted for things like carrots and turnips, oranges and pears; Only apples would survive the coming cleansing, and as the family manned their makeshift barricade, they were prepared to defend their god-given destiny.

The farm's fence was reinforced by everything from scrap metal to furniture, to parts of an unfinished secondary barn that had been repurposed for just such an occasion. Behind it stood a hundred ponies armed with crossbows, spears, slingshots, anything and everything capable of holding off any attackers. Nopony had attacked yet, but the road toward the farm was strewn with dead bodies – It was only natural that the citizens of Ponyville would flock here, to somewhere they knew would be well-defended, but they hadn't anticipated the welcome they received. Not one of them was worthy of weathering the apocalypse with the family, not even the foals of their closest friends – To allow just one sinner into the fold would be to forsake the Great Apple's blessing, and so to bring destruction down upon their heads.

Behind the defensive perimeter, sitting on the porch of the Sweet Apple Homestead, an ancient crone sat in a rocking chair, watching the destruction before her with an impassive expression.

“'Tis a shame, but such is th' lot o' th' world,” Granny Smith muttered, taking a long drag from a bottle of apple schnapps.

Applejack didn't respond at first, just tipping her hat down to keep the increasingly greenish glare of the sun out of her eyes.

“Ah jes' wish mah friends could be here,” Her voice was as deep and slow as molasses, cracking slightly at the thought of the other elements, and the fate of Equestria as a whole. She wasn't as interested in the old traditions as the rest of her family, making connections with those whom the ancient clan traditionally shunned. Granny Smith just shook her head in response, her sagging jowls wobbling as she downed the last of her bottle and tossed it aside, landing in the bushes at the base of the stairs.

“Land's sakes, gran,” The orange mare shook her head, hopping down the stairs to grab it. Drinking, littering, was that all the ancient clan was good for these days? Glancing over at the defenses, she watched as the motley group of redneck militia passed bottles of cider between one another, part of the libation for the now-canceled party. Some were even sitting around, chowing down on pies and fritters that had been left out when the chaos first began. A few were even drunk, and staggering around like idiots, some still carrying their weapons in their careless grips.

“'Questria's dyin' an' we're sittin' here slaughterin' our neighbors. T'ain't right.”

Granny Smith turned to her granddaughter with a strange look in her eye, a sort of half-mad gleam that Applejack had rarely ever seen outside of zap apple season. When the elderly mare opened her mouth, her voice seemed to lose the gravelly creaking of her advanced age, and spoke with the fervor and conviction of a mare twenty or fifty years younger.

“Applejack,” She began, fixing the orange mare in a fiery gaze, “This 'ere's our destiny. We was promised this from th' beginnin', when yer great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather first discovered zap apples an' communed wit' th' Gods o' th' Harvest. Only th' Great Apple can save us from destruction – How can y'all doubt that the end is nigh when th' very air turns greener'n yer face after seein' yer brother whackin' off?”

Applejack groaned, but before her grandmother could continue her devout rant, there was a strange noise, a rumbling that shook through the ground and caused the ponies of the defense to cry out in shock. Applejack turned, scampering down the stairs and straining her head to see what in Celestia's Green Equestria was frightening them, hardened mares and stallions all?

What she saw made her gasp.

Fluttershy didn't know which was more concerning – The green cloud floating where the city of Cloudsdale once was, or the twisted, half-melted spire of the Friendship Castle, smoke still pouring from a high window. In the end, she decided against going into town today. Shopping could wait, she still had plenty of food for herself and the animals, and anything else she might happen to need could easily be postponed until tomorrow, or the next day, or next week... However long it took until the damage was cleared away and everything rebuilt. If anypony needed her help, they'd come get her. After all, Twilight had Spike's dragonfire on her side. If he sent her a message, she'd rush right to it, but for now, she was content to huddle under her blanket, holding Angel's fuzzy little body close to her chest.

The bunny wasn't overly impressed with his owner's decision, wiggling and squirming in an attempt to escape, but it was useless against Fluttershy's fright-frozen muscles. If the sight of the burning town had frightened the mare, then the strange noises from just outside the cottage door absolutely terrified her. The animals were utterly silent, without so much as a tweeting bird or a snorting deer to break the unnatural quietude. The only audible sound, aside from the rapid pounding of her heart, was a low gurgling like boiling water in a covered pot.

“Fluttershy,” Came the voice from outside, “Come out and play with me.”

“N-n-no,” Was the stammering reply.

“Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down.”

Fluttershy huddled even deeper under the blanket, trembling at what the voice might mean; Gilda, meanwhile took another bite from her manticore drumstick, wiped the blood from her chin, and thrust her immense rod against the flimsy timber wall.

The griffoness's cock slammed into the wall with the force of a wrecking ball, sending splinters flying across the room. Fluttershy screamed as a hundred little knifepoints dug into her side, followed by the solid, painful thud of a broken beam against her midsection, but she managed to scramble under the bed before the whole thing caved in on her. The cottage didn't last long at all, crumbling to rumble in mere seconds. After the dust settled Fluttershy wriggled through the wreckage and clambered out, crawling through a hole in the collapsed roof , through which shone the green sunlight.

There was hardly a need to describe the beast before her, for indeed, her mind could barely comprehend it. Three legs, two arms, two wings – Make that third leg a penis, actually. Fluttershy was no stranger to ferocious beasts, living so close to the Everfree forest that she could watch the manticores trundling through the underbrush from her dining room window, but nothing could've prepared her for Gilda. The ground around the ruined cottage was strewn with the bodies of animals, dismembered manticores, birds plucked of their feathers, tiny bloodsplatters where small creatures had been crushed into the ground – And beyond, the Everfree itself was ablaze, plumes of smoke rising high in the sky.

Every last one of her animal friends was dead. Mr. Falcon's body lay at the base of a tree, while his severed wings hung in the upper branches. Mrs. Brisby and her little rodent family were nothing more than a smear of gore across the grass, with only a few shattered bones to indicate they ever existed at all. Even poor angel bunny...

But – What was that sound? Fluttershy's heart froze, then swelled as she turned her head to peer down a bunny burrow, so small that it was almost unnoticeable in the grass. Gilda hadn't noticed it before, being too preoccupied with massacring everything in sight to worry about a few tiny creatures escaping, but now, she stomped over to it, her massive feet leaving deep craters in the ground. Poking a clawed toe down the hole, she rooted around a little, eliciting terrified shrieks from the bunnies within, then flicked upward, breaking the roof and revealing a few dirty, terrified lapines. Fluttershy's eyes widened – She recognized these bunnies!

“Th-this is the only colony of Uisce Beatha bunnies in the world!” She shouted, as if she honestly thought she could deter the griffoness, “Don't h-hurt them, I beg you!”

Reaching into the burrow, there was a squeak as Gilda wrapped her claws around the head of one of the bunnies and pulled it out, chuckling as the little creature's feet flapped uselessly in the air. What was she about to do? Crush the poor thing? Bite it in half? The second one seemed likely, as she brought the creature up close to her beak. Fluttershy averted her eyes, unwilling to watch the death of such an innocent little creature, and in doing so, she noticed just how round and full Gilda's abdomen seemed – Instead of the usual washboard, the griffoness's midsection was bloated as if with octuplets, and as she pressed the bunny's mouth against her beak, her belly let out a gurgle – Then, she burped.

It barely took a second to inflate the little bunny to the breaking point, turning from a plump little creature to a near-perfect sphere the size of a beachball, covered in red stretch marks. It was clear from the way the bunny's bloated body gurgled and quivered that it wasn't long for this world, but instead of simply letting him pop, Gilda had a better idea. Gently placing the bunnyloon atop the entrance to the burrow, she pushed it down with the ball of her foot, and then, when it was as far down as possible, she slammed her heel down on its rounded back, causing the little creature to pop like an overly bloated zit and directing the explosion straight down. The little family didn't stand a chance against the noxious tide.

“They're extinct,” Gilda chuckled, letting out a smaller belch, “Emphasis on the stink.”

“You monster!” Fluttershy shrieked, her eyes burning with rage as she stared up at the foul beast. Gilda had to admit, she was impressed at how the yellow cunt stood up to her. She expected her to be a pushover, hell, she was pretty sure that a single drop of cum would be enough to melt her pathetic soul from the very face of Equestria, and yet, somehow, the pegasus had mustered up the courage to defy her.

It was cute, just like a chicken clucking before being slaughtered.

There was a power in that gaze, Gilda could feel it, a tingling sensation as if her eye sockets were itching, flowing back into her brain, seeping into her very soul... A sense like ice, all her thoughts grinding to a halt, as her body froze as solid as a statue. However, even Fluttershy's powerful Stare was unable to fully incapacitate the griffoness, and she quickly realized what was happening – A few more seconds, and she'd be utterly under the pegasus's control, forced to submit not only to a mere pony, but the weakest one of all!

It barely took a twitch to shatter the mare's mental chains, sending the pegasus reeling back with a pained cry. Broken veins crisscrossed her eyes, blood oozing from a tear duct... Who would've suspected mere thoughts could hurt so much?

Her memories... She clutched her head, screaming in agony as Gilda's glare pierced through to the very core of her being, burning away everything that was, everything that could've been. Her childhood began to twist and melt, memories of her parents fading, of flight camp – Oh, she remembered flight camp, but through the perspective of a horny young griffoness, whose massive cock tore the coach's asshole open so badly that he needed stitches! But it wasn't right, and she knew it. Just thinking about it caused the mare to weep in agony, struggling to keep hold of herself beneath the unstoppable assault. Pain of a wholly different sort pulsed in her mind, the bursting of synapses, thoughts melting into nothing more than vapor.

The Stare might cause one's body and mind to separate, at least momentarily, but Gilda's steely glare was enough to split them apart forever, leaving the mare trapped within her own mind. Her bowels felt hot and heavy, and she loosed them without meaning to, followed by her bladder, and into this fetid puddle she collapsed, muscles twitching, eyes fluttering like one in the throes of an epileptic fit.

Fluttershy was in Tartarus, that was the only way to describe it. Her thoughts and those belonging to Gilda clashed together, her kindness against the infinite cruelty of one who could only be described as a Goddess of Death; All that came out of the pegasus's mouth was a stream of foalish babble, gurgling through a mouthful of drool. Fluttershy existed – The mare's personality was still there, trapped within her own mind, while an impression of the griffoness's mind toyed with it, dragging it through the deaths of every one of her friends. Fluttershy felt Twilight's skull give way beneath the force of her cock, and listened to Pinkie Pie's last choking sobs.

Horror pulsed through her mind's eye at the speed of thought. Every second in this nightmare seemed to stretch on and on, dragging out for centuries, millennia – Her body just lay there, breathing so shallowly that Gilda honestly thought she was dead, while her mind remained locked in a cycle of torment stretching through eternity. After a few minutes – Hundreds of years, in Fluttershy's warped perception – Gilda took flight, her immense wings fanning the burning forest into ever-greater pillars of flame.

Sweet Apple Acres burned. Huddling in the ruins of her family home, Applejack dared not peek out through the broken windows at the carnage beyond; The sound alone was enough. Her head was pounding, her heart racing, her mouth as dry as the dust of Appleoosa, and behind her, on the opposite side of a thin plankboard wall, her family was dying.

It had come so suddenly, the death that swept down upon them, so swiftly and fatally that some of the so-called defenders died with their bottles of whiskey and cider still clutched in their hooves. A brown mountain, ten feet tall and wider than five ponies combined, rushed down the hill with the speed and force of an avalanche, sweeping aside all in its way. Killing frightened ponies was easy for the defenders, but against this monster, a beast spawned in the very lowest depths of Tartarus, they didn't stand a chance, didn't even have a chance to break and run; The wind of death blew across the farm, and the beast smashed through the barricade; Applejack dived into the house at the very moment the nearby barn collapsed, knocking into the house and sending it toppling over like a domino; It was only the luck of the draw that left Applejack safe, and moreover, completely unharmed, huddled in a corner of the kitchen that somehow avoided the fate of the rest of the house. Applebloom had been upstairs, told to wait until the chaos ended and the adults came for her; Her weak cries had died down a while ago, as the twisted beams of the ruined house slowly squeezed the life out of the filly.

Out of the ruins Applejack climbed, weak and exhausted, maybe even dying – Every last inch of her body pounded with pain as she stumbled across the ground, past broken bodies on her way toward... Where, exactly? The horizon was orange with flame, contrasting against the sickly green sky. Eventually, she stumbled and fell sidelong, and didn't get up again. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend that she was already dead.

Blood lubricated her dry throat, giving every breath a gurgling quality. She didn't know how long she'd lain there, or how much time had passed since she first regained consciousness; Every once in a while she'd pass out, only to be woken up by the pain spiraling up and down her spine. Gilda was off doing something – She didn't know what, exactly. When the griffoness returned, it was with the feline leg of a manticore clutched in a claw, which she quickly stripped of flesh and tossed the bones aside, added to the pile of her family's remains.

She was still hungry – By Celestia's mane, Gilda was still hungry. Applejack's pain-crazed brain could barely conceive of anything other than this simple, terrible fact.

“Still alive?” The words were spoken too quietly for the mare to hear, but the tired chuckle that ensued made her wince in fear. Gilda wasn't exhausted, no, a creature like her had an unlimited store of energy, even after all the horrors she'd perpetrated since waking up this morning. The exhaustion was simply one of creativity, trying to figure out what end to give to this mare, this paragon of honesty, of family, of truth... She'd already taken away her family, and so thoroughly broken her that honesty was off the table. Really, the only thing left would be to take away those big legs of hers. Now there was a fine backside – It was a shame to let her die without reaming it at least once, but Gilda had an appointment to keep with an old friend, and so granted the mare this small modicum of mercy.

When Applejack came to, her hooves were already in the griffoness's mouth – The rest of her was laying on the ground. It was the sudden burst of pain as Gilda's beak sliced through her ankles that brought her back to reality, thrashing and screaming. Her damaged hearing turned the sound of her own scream into a mere whisper, yet she could still hear the bones crunching in the griffon's mouth as she turned her prized applebuckers into paste.

Gripping a leg in each hand, Gilda slowly pulled them apart, listening to the gristle tearing as the joints popped out of their sockets. Tendons snapped like high tension wire, blood vessels bursting and spraying their contents across the ground, adding to the sanguine-colored earth around her. With a final, sickening crack, the mare's hipbone snapped in two and her body dropped to the ground, leaving Gilda with a pair of severed legs to munch on. Pressing the drumsticks against her backside, she let out a dense fart, powerful enough to burn the fur from the legs and sear the flesh to a charcoal brown. Gilda hadn't eaten cooked meat in a long time, and frankly, the taste was disappointing.

Applejack's heart hadn't quite stopped beating yet, so, grabbing the dying mare by the scruff of the neck, she hefted her up over her head, letting the blood pour from her shattered pelvis all across the griffoness's head and shoulders. It was better than the showers back at the gym, that was for sure. Eventually, the mare's twitching subsided, as did the flow of blood, and Gilda dropped Applejack into her mouth. With a single gulp, the last survivor of the Apple family disappeared down the griffoness's gullet, never to be seen again.

Gilda let out a belch as the mare splashed down in her stomach, but held in the fart that was stirred up by her motion. Much as she hated letting it go to waste, she needed to save some gas for later.

The blue streak came blazing in from Canterlot at the tip of a supersonic rainbow. Honestly, Gilda was disappointed. She expected Rainbow Dash to confront her much earlier. Though, it was fitting that she'd be the last one of her friends to die. All those years of friendship, from their meeting on the first day of flight school, all the way to their ultimate falling out... She was the only pony – No, the only living being who ever earned Gilda's esteem, let alone her friendship. They had all that, and the blue bitch threw it all away for some pathetic ponies.

The mare was going too fast to stop, streaking past Gilda and disappearing into the distance, bleeding velocity with every passing second. At last, she spun around and returned to the burning ruins of Ponyville, and over to the farm. Rainbow Dash was dressed in the armor of a Canterlot guard, no doubt hastily outfitted for a scouting mission to Ponyville. Her expression, to the degree that Gilda could see it through her gas mask, was a mix of rage and horror, and when she got close enough to speak, her voice burned with fury.

“G-Gilda, how could you- You-”

“How could I what?” The griffoness chuckled, crushing a skull beneath her sludge-caked footpaw, “Murder your friends? Destroy that godsforsaken eyesore you ponies call Cloudsdale?”

“Yes! I always knew you were a bitch, but we were friends! I- I never thought you could be capable of something like this!”

“You were always dense, Dash. You know you're gonna die, right?”

“I-I'll die if it means saving the rest of Equestria from you! Get ready, 'cause the entire Equestrian army is about to bring the thunder!”

“I'll bring the thunder on them,” Gilda smirked, revealing a set of blood-stained teeth, “And I'll crush the throat of that bitch you call a princess.”

Before Dash could open her mouth to respond, the griffoness continued, “Tell you what, Dash, I'll offer you a bargain. Nothing satisfies me anymore – I'm too big, too powerful to be sated by normal pleasures. I can fuck a mare to death without thinking about it, and go through a dozen before I even cum. If you can fuck me – I mean, really, truly, fuck me, then I'll consider sparing your pathetic species. How does that sound?”

It didn't sound good at all. Rainbow wasn't exactly a nymphomaniac, and Gilda's cock was almost as wide as her entire body. What choice did she have? If she didn't do this, Equestria would die just like Cloudsdale and Ponyville had died. If she, Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty, was given a chance, just a chance, to spare the lives of her entire species, she had to take it, even if it meant dying on Gilda's massive rod.

With a stiff nod, Rainbow Dash agreed to the deal, and before she could so much as move, Gilda's claws were on her, ripping off her shirt and tearing her compression shorts to shreds. Being a lifelong athlete, her ass was flat and frankly, rather uninteresting. Gilda much preferred those of her friends – Even Rarity's flank was more appealing, and it was mostly melted at this point. But, alas, this was the last living piece of ass in Ponyville, and she'd be damned if she didn't give it a good reaming.

There was no way Rainbow's pussy could take the griffoness's beastly cock, but that was fine. Her powers transcended reality itself. The pegasus could only gasp as a wave of mutagenic magic rushed through her loins, causing her pelvis to crack and expand, her pussy bloating up between her legs, going from a mere slit of a pair of fat, drooping lips, oozing clear fluid across the ground. A tingling rose through her groin as her new pussy revved up into breeding mode, the flabby lips twitching at the thought of such a magnificent cock penetrating them. Running a finger through Rainbow's slit, Gilda tasted her vaginal fluid and hummed in enjoyment, while Rainbow could only groan in unwelcome pleasure.

Her cock slid in easily, just as Gilda knew it would. The head was the size of a medicine ball, but Rainbow's pussy accepted it easily, along with the first few feet of her shaft. It didn't stop at her uterus, no, reality itself had turned against poor Rainbow, and her organs pushed aside to give the monstrous rapist more space to penetrate. In her regular state, Gilda's rod would've quite literally split her in half, but now, every inch brought a mixture of pleasure and pain, her insides burning with the fires of love and hate. She felt like a fleshlight, her hooves and wings wiggling uselessly as four solid feet of flesh filled her insides, prodding at the back of her throat. All she could taste was cum, so thick and salty that her tongue curled up and gums blackened from the desiccating power.

Her stomach creaked and gurgled as it began to expand, untold gallons of rank jizz pouring in; Lesser ponies died from such things, but the Element of Loyalty could survive just about anything, even being forcibly transformed into a cum-filled cocksock. Squeezing her eyes shut, Rainbow tried to ignore the beast's rhythmic thrusting, filling her mind with something, anything else – Twenty percent cooler, she was twenty percent cooler. The words repeated like a mantra, and she could almost ignore the painful swelling of her belly as a sudden burst of pre flowed into it.

Rainbow's belly was the size of a beachball, the flesh turning a deep, angry red as stretchmarks streaked across the surface. Cum oozed through her grit teeth, from her tearducts and nose, mingling with blood. She was in absolute agony, but by Celestia's teats, she was actually doing it! Her body creaked and groaned, threatening to splatter apart with every passing second. It felt like there was a small st

“That's the end of the pre,” Gilda chuckled, and Rainbow's heart twisted in her chest. Now began the real fucking – Gone was the steady thrusting, now, Gilda slammed the mare's head into the ground with such force that her forehead cracked open, sending a burst of pain through Rainbow's skull. Her overstretched pussy could take the griffon's rod when she was being relatively gentle, but her loose flaps were growing increasingly raw with every thrust, until blood began running down the griffoness's cock in thick streams. Pain was beginning to overshadow the pleasure, dragging Rainbow back into reality. Escape was impossible – She was going to die on Gilda's cock. The only thing that kept her from giving up completely was the thought that maybe, just maybe, Equestria would be spared by her sacrifice.

Her belly was more like a waterbed than anything, with her blue fur spread out across the surface so that the color of her coat was almost invisible against the bright red flesh. Gilda's immense weight bore down upon her, shoving the mare into her own belly as if being shoved into a mattress; It was so tight, every thrust sent ominous creaks throughout the surface. The agony was unbelievable, and Rainbow couldn't stop from screaming herself hoarse, her voice cracking as new agonies ran through her; Her pussy finally began to tear beneath Gilda's rough lovemaking, while cum began burbling through her nostrils, down her tearducts, even from her burst eardrums. She didn't feel like a pony anymore; Was she even a pony, or just a condom? Perhaps her entire life, from childhood through flight school, everything she accomplished, everything she was – Was all just a dream, and she was nothing more than a pony-shaped condom for the destroyer of the species.

“Darn, Dashie, I figured you'd have burst a while ago! You're one of the biggest blimps I've ever seen!” Gilda's claws dug into Rainbow's flanks, splitting the flesh and eliciting streams of blood, “Maybe I'll let you go and spend the rest of your life like this, just a big, useless blimp, watching your world burn.”

“Actually, nah, I think I'll just kill you and slaughter Equestria.”

Gilda's words cut through her condom's mental haze, and for just a moment, a semblance of intelligent returned to Rainbow Dash's eyes as she realized how badly she had failed. Then, because it was the total of what remained, she gave in to it, went along with it as her belly erupted outward like a rupturing water balloon. Her belly button lurched, then exploded, sending forth a spray of blood and cum, mixing into a pink paste that covered the ground and choked the life out of the few remaining tufts of grass. The hole expanded across her belly, splitting it into two parts and letting the entire contents of her body – Cum, blood, bones, organs – Flow forth across the ground.

In a way, she was lucky – The mare's life left almost as soon as her body burst open, with her final sight being the first drops of cum flowing from her ruptured torso, unlike some, whose torments stretched on forever. The farmyard, already drenched in blood, was flooded under another deluge as Rainbow's very life poured out across it, soaking into the ground and spreading untold pollution throughout the soil. Nothing would ever grow here again, not in a century, nor a thousand centuries. In a final twist of cosmic irony, the resting place of the Apple family would always remain barren.

Gilda was soaked from head to foot in her own cum. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and licked a circle around her beak, smacking her beak in satisfaction at the powerful, salty flavor. She took a step back to survey the damage. Nothing remained of Rainbow Dash but a few cum-soaked scraps of flesh, which swiftly disappeared amid the sea of boiling sperm. A fitting end to the bitch, as far as she was concerned.

She looked around at the blasted landscape, the ruined town, the burning forest. The sight of such destruction brought a tear to her eye, and white one to her cock. It was incredible that one creature could cause so much destruction, but then again, that creature just happened to be the only truly awesome thing to ever come out of Griffonstone. Pony dweebs didn't stand a chance.

There was still one thing left to do, however. Grunting, Gilda clenched her fists, working up her bowels into a steady roar. The pressure grew within her belly, churning it up into a ball of flaming gas, stretching, creaking, until she couldn't possibly contain it anymore, and then, with a single flex of her mighty asshole, the earth shook.

The gas flowed across Equestria like a cleansing wind, disintegrating everything in its path, from Canterlot to the sands of Saddle Arabia. Celestia, working from a bunker since the beginning of the crisis, never knew what hit her as the very mountain she dwelt within turned into so much stardust; The legions of troops mustering to fight back against the beast were no mater, dying in parade formation and blowing across the barren plain left behind by Gilda's stench. Even the spiraling towers of the Crystal Empire dissolved into nothing more than mist, replaced by green air and cracked brown soil.

Families died together, those who were aware of the events in Ponyville and those in the dark, from highest society to the lowliest peasant. Homeless ponies died alongside the wealthy. All Prince Blueblood's gold couldn't stop his very soul from being blasted from existence, nor the barn wherein Braeburn and Soarin' were enjoying a tryst. Being so close to the outhouse, they didn't think anything of the smell until their eyes were melting and their flesh fusing together from the extreme heat. Even after the barn itself fell to dust, a lump of blackened carbon stood on the prairie like a statue of Siamese twins.

The buffalo went extinct in the first minute of the blast, the yaks in the first hour; Prince Rutherford staggered through his palace, cloaked in flame as his fabulous hair ignited. Even in the dragonlands, where the inhabitants were used to extreme temperatures, death had arrived. It came slowly at first, a dense smog creeping over the volcanic landscape, engulfing all those who failed to run. Relaxing in a magma pool, Garble didn't realize what was happening until his scales began to curl, and suddenly, that near-invulnerability of his draconic body became a curse. It took him minutes, rather than seconds to die.

The longest to live, by far, was Ember, whose staff managed to protect her from the smog, but not from the heat. While her subjects suffocated and melted around her, she remained alive. The temperature seemed pleasant at first, a mere tingle above the usual oppressive heat, but it quickly grew unbearable even for her. That brilliant blue coat slowly turned brown as she was baked alive in her scales. Her screams echoed across the dead kingdom for hours, before at last, in the utmost extreme of agony, her claws faltered, and the staff dropped from her grasp.

The Everfree Forest had become a desolate wasteland, the Whitetail Wood, a desert. Even near Appleoosa, where the desert was already as dry as a bone, death crept into the cracks, vaporizing springs and turning cacti into shriveled twigs, which collapsed atop the carbonized remains of scorpions. Not a single tree survived; Even the Tree of Harmony, hidden safely within its grotto, began to crack and twist as the griffoness's gas reached it. Boughs broke off, spreading shards of crystal across the ground, and then, at last, the entire thing came crashing down, putting a permanent end to that which the ponies of Equestria had fought for for millennia.

Soon, even Griffonstone was erased from the face of the planet, leaving Gilda as the last survivor of the species. Death itself engulfed the world, blotting out the sun and turning the atmosphere into a greenish-black miasma, spreading deeper and deeper into space with every passing second, until the moon dissolved and the sun itself began to flicker.

The sound was that of a lightbulb burning out, and the dead world was cast in eternal darkness. At last, Gilda, the last living thing on a barren rock formerly known as Equestria, was free. No more dweebs telling her what to do, no more losers refusing to take her cock up their ass; She could enjoy her own company for the rest of eternity. Taking one last long drag of fartgas, Gilda sighed, then parked her ass atop some rubble and started jacking off.