I told you to go right

Over the previous few days, Estrus had slowly been getting more intense for mares. I heard that stallions were getting pulled away from daily business by groups of mares. So far for me, it had only been a few daring pegasi chasing after me and Thunderlane, but not being able to catch us, but that was still getting tiring. And for the 19th time that week, Thunderlane and I flew through my front door and locked it behind us. Panting, I turned to the other guys that had barricaded themselves in with us. There was about eleven or ten of us, including Bush Whacker and Handsome Rogue, who'd come down for a visit. Of course, now it was less of a visit, more of...a...seasonal getaway. News of Rogue's charming demeanour and Bush's genuine awesome had spread around the town, but none of the mares knew where they were. So most of them were settling for other stallions and us, if they could catch us. "Fellas, you know what to do." I panted as I dropped the shopping on the floor. Mostly food.

"Well, gents," Whooves sighed, trotting over to a window. "You know what to do. Lock the windows and back door, light the fire, and get to shelving the food." Every stallion in the house went their separate ways, slamming windows shut upstairs and other places. Muttering, I went over to the table and looked at the paper. Except there was no paper. Frowning, I looked on the table, only to find a letter addressed to me. "Who dropped this off?" I asked.

"All the stallions in Equestria got an E-Mail, letter, and text about it." Rogue sighed. "It's pretty much just propaganda for this season. No idea why I received them; I have no full Equestrian citizenship, since I am, according to Doktor, half Changeling." I blinked.

"~~u fuking wot m8~~ Seriously?" I asked as I opened the letter. "I mean, I know you're not exactly from Equestria, and neither am I, but why are you half Changeling?" Rogue thought for a moment, tapping a hoof to his chin as he leaned against the fridge.

"Perhaps it has something to do with my...ah, how-to-say, 'talent' of disguising and espionage." he suggested. By then I had opened the letter, and discovered Rogue was correct.

STALLIONS! REMEMBER YOUR DUTIES!

"Yeah, you're right." I sighed. "About the 'propaganda' thing. It's correct. All it's doing is telling me to get raped and do nothing about it."

"I'm aware." Rogue groaned. Just then, Bush trotted in, clutching the letter.

"Oi, fellas, you seen this?" he asked angrily, slamming down the newspaper I was looking for. Rogue, intrigued, trotted over to Bush's side, and I went over too. A few of us came over to the red earth pony, crowding round. "This ain't any newspaper I ever bloody saw! Look!" I was shocked, and so was everybody else.

The front page of the newspaper was covered in a list of areas, and a map of Equestria. Each list had a page number, and on every page there was a map of every town in Equestria, clearly labelling houses in which the Equestrian census did not identify a stallion that was married or in a relationship. "This is a hit-list!" Rogue cried, about as angry as all of us. "Sniper, when did you get this paper? As in, how long had it been out?" Bush thought for a moment.

"When I got it, it was an old shipment, from 6 o' clock this mornin'." He looked at his watch. "It's 6 o'clock in the evenin' now, and only a few mares have come knockin'. Somethin's up." I nodded.

"They must be checking all your houses." I said. "This must be the last house they'd check, since there's a bunch of my regular housemates that're in relationships. If this thing is detailing every single house, then that must mean-" Suddenly, there was frantic knocking on the door, and male voices panicking and crying for help. I quickly went to the window, looking outside. It was dark out, but the front lawn was now full of just about every single stallion in Ponyville. A large crowd was spilled onto the road in front, and the street was eerily empty. Frowning, I went to the door, unlocked all of the recently installed 18 latches, and peeked out.

"What the hell're you all doing?" I shouted over the loud talking.

"Thunder, let us in!" said one stallion near the front in a panic. "They're searching homes for us, and rounding us up in the middle of town! It's like an old war movie!"

"Not even MARRIED stallions are safe!" another shouted from behind. I recognised him as Mr Cake. "I already have two kids, I don't want more!" The crowd shouted in agreement. I considered.

"Well, I guess you can come in." I said cautiously, before my whole house was flooded with about 200-300 stallions. They galloped upstairs, filled rooms, and took seats, trying to save themselves. They sat quietly around, doing nothing but whispering. "Why do I still live here...?" I muttered, closing the door. Just as I was about to close it, I noticed something down the street.

Every street light was going out, leaving the street in darkness.

"Any of you gents work for the power company?" I called out. A murmuring arose, with all of them saying no.

"That, ah, that job's reserved for mares." Cherry Fizzy said, raising a hoof. I'd come to start talking to him quite a bit more. Kind of like the bully from the Shawshank Redemption; Not as violent as he was, but wouldn't attack me at all. "'s a bit sexist, if ya ask me." I nodded.

"Well, all the street lights are turning off." I said. More mixed murmurs. "I think other houses are losing power, I'll have to take a look." Then, I cast a glance outside. Down the other side of the street, houses were losing power, lights going out in windows. I could see torches flicking on inside. However, the gun store remained lit up for a few moments, and I could see Black Powder in the doorway, looking over to me. He shrugged. The grey, aging stallion was approxiamtely my age, but like I say, 'approximately'. He never mentioned his age, but he seemed old and young at the same time, if that makes sense.

Probably not.

Anyway, I squinted over to lip-read what he was mouthing over to me.

Here's what I saw.

"The bears are raping in Jew houses. Turd of your tights! Cow!

Obviously, that made no sense, so I thought a bit more.

"The mares are breaking into houses. Turn off your lights! Now!"

So, yeah, I did that. "Gents!" I called. "Turn out every light in this house, as fast as possible, and prepare to follow me as quietly as possible!" The murmuring ceased, and lights began to go out. I moved to go and get Inferno and Ebony, who were the only two human friends I knew the locations of, and the only two that were in too important of a relationship to be raped. I found them in the kitchen. "Alright, here's the plan." I began. "My idea is that we can move the stallions about 5 or so at a time to the train station. Whenever I look over there, there's always a freight train sat on the other side of the rails, and it looks like it goes out of town towards Griffonia, and more specifically, Crowme. If we can get there, I'm fairly certain we can put all of these guys in the care of the male members of the clan."

"Uh, I dunno, Thunder." Inferno whistled through his teeth, scratching the back of his head sceptically. "You sure there's no mares there? Highly trained, professional assassin mares that stop at nothing, for that matter?"

"Certain." I replied. "I got the newsletter the other day from the clan that mentioned all mares in the group were not allowed in the main facility until Estrus was confirmed over. Of course, they don't know about this whole protest we've got going on, so that probably makes it fine. Sound good?"

Ebony nodded, and reluctantly, so did Inferno.

"Well, let's get moving."

Get them to the train's carriages, I'll stay and lock up." I whispered to Inferno as I pushed the last stallion out. "I don't make it, that's a shame. I'll just pretend I'm the only one in. Get going." The small stallion gave a mock salute, and galloped along with the last five stallions. When they were out of sight, I closed the back door and went into the empty house to make sure I had everything.

Boots, coat, hat, wings, sentience, gaming laptop, portable Wi-Fi, Gentle's Ambassador and a satchel to carry it all. Check. I placed it all by the door, and prepared to put my boots on in the dark, when...

Knock knock knock.

Shit.

I panicked.

"Helloooooo?" a mare I didn't recognise called from the other side of the door. "I know somepony's theeeeere! Open up, or we're coming iiiiiin!" I did the first thing that came to mind.

I grabbed my shit, and ran to the back door, holding everything inbetween my wings as I ran. Grabbing the keys on the way out, I turned once.

"No, fuck you!" I called, before slamming the back door and locking it. Then, I ran after Inferno to the train station.