The Doom That Came To Ponyville.

Twilight Sparkle understood the concept of a living hell. It was a overused term that was thrown around lazily to show how a place was awful beyond words. Of course, this was silly, as nopony in generations had seen Discord rampaging around, and the end result, Twilight had thought, was the only time the term could be accurate.

Looking at the world outside her library, Twilight realized, with growing horror, that she was wrong.

Sweetie Bell looked at the plate before her, and prodded the apple pie on the plate with a levitated fork. The yellow pie crust gave way to a shimmering, colorless goo that was clearly not apples, much like the shimmering not-colored vegetation that now dominated the area around Sweet Apple Acres.

Looking up at the gathered ponies, she knew something odd was going on in town. Her sister and Applejack, while always close friends, sat next to each other at the end of the table Big Mac usually sat at, while Apple Bloom was wearing a badly made black robe that strangely resembled a several towels held together with tape. Neither adults were eating there platefuls of food, prefering to stare into each other's eyes in a manner that reminded Sweetie Bell strongly of cattle, while Apple Bloom was mumbling something about coming darkness and tendrils of evil.

Sweetie Bell was a understanding pony, but she was almost prepared to tell Apple Bloom that the game she was playing had gotten a little out of control, especially after they got the book out of the library and started reading it. Well, to be exact, Apple Bloom began reading it. Sweetie Bell was somewhat unnerved by it, as it didn't look like it was made of wood or paper, for that matter, and she saw that the letters moved when she wasn't looking at it. Apple Bloom said she could read it perfectly, and she even read a few things in it for Scootaloo.

It didn't sound like anything she ever heard. It didn't sound like what she knew about Zecora's native language, either. It sounded more...gurgly.

Taking a quick glance at her older sister, she spared a look at Apple Jack and took a swift bite of the not-apple pie.

She then realized that she could see everything.

Canterlot was extremely quiet, given it's size.

In fact, there was no noise at all.

This was because everypony was dead.

However, this actually meant little to the ponies walking down the streets, who hardly noticed that there hooves passed through the cold, colorful blobs laying on the ground, or that the food they consumed simply fell to the ground when it passed by there lips. In fact, the only pony who knew was sitting on a throne in Canterlot Castle, surrounded by his forefathers, and he was too busy laughing insanely to notice a still-living Azure Star all but rubbing her hindquarters in his face or to notice that his thoughts were not his own.

In fact, one of the few things on the minds of ponies was the newest hit play that hit the stage, the Queen In Yellow.

Rainbow Dash was in Cloudsdale, alone.

Pinkie Pie was safe, of course, and Twilight was cooped up in the treehouse. But the Apple family home was a blasted heath now, and Ponyville wasn't safe either, not since that goat-horned creature started to walk around openly. Canterlot was covered in a grey mist that obscured sight and the Everfree's trees were swaying, like they were alive.

Fluttershy went down to get her animals, and that was a day ago.

She saw things in that mist.

Shub-Niggurath giggled to herself.

She believed she had the right to, anyway.

As it was, she decided to cut it loose and enjoy her stay to her fullest, which involved forgetting about even pretending to be something she wasn't and reign like a god. At the moment, she was resting in the middle of Ponyville Square on a pile of stacked mattresses and pillows, amusing herself with the townsfolk. A few even came up to her wearing black cloaks and began prostraiting themselves before her when she first arrived, which she thought was nice of them, but she quickly forced them to abandon there robes and bring more beds and soft objects to add on top of the increasingly large orgy-station.

Indeed, with the younger ponies asleep and most of the adults in Ponyville, for a lack of a better word, sexing each other, it was quite fun.Really, it reminded her of her early days, when she was just a few million years old, with her primitive cults and first minions. They were so eager to please, and please they did!  Even then, she was happily surprised when a small army of animals responded to her mental call.

She's never seen a bear do that to a goat, never mind when the yellow pegusus pony she dimly remembered to be a associate of the one pony she stayed with the day before brought out the whips and chains. The bunny covered in peanut butter was one she would have to remember.

Really, now, Equestria was turning out be be a education.

Meanwhile, at the Crystal Empire, a half-dozen of the queen's most trusted servants stood behind a springboard on the right of the bed, covered in oil and shrunken to the size of a forhoof with the power of unicorn magic, all secretly wondering if democracy could work out.

To the left, Shining Armor looked at his madly grinning wife laying on the bed, sighed, and put on the pickle costume.

Far away from Ponyville, there lies a farm bare of anything besides rocks.

Which fit's it's owners well, being a rock farm.

As it turns out, the avatar of the most important being in the universe was finishing cleaning up after one of the biggest parties it had experienced in it's life, which was saying something.

However, even with her mind fogged with thoughts of birthdays and mothers, a strange thought started in it's tail and up to it's brain, which caused it to smile.