Pony Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt. “Fresh meat!” one of the warlords shouted loudly. “The breeder is open for use! Take her! Break her!” Dozens of men immediately surrounded me. The apocalypse orgy began in earnest. The first man grabbed me by the hair and forced me onto the hood of a burned-out car. He slammed his cock into my pussy and started fucking me hard, the metal creaking under us. Another man climbed onto the hood and shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands, making me stroke them while they watched.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

I have helped him as well, Alexis said. What is going on out there? I asked. Open your eyes and look. I turned and looked… Dear God… I should not have looked. I should not have allowed myself to see the carnage as heads exploded over and over while people screamed and tried to run. But there was no place to run because the screams were coming from everywhere—from this room and from above. The Omicrons had arrived. Alexis held a protective arm around me. Paul had transformed and had become a Hybrid, towering over the Neratomay at seven feet tall, slashing with claws that were deadly sharp.

Maliyah’s eyes are glowing sliver and we both know what that means. “She’s having a vision,” says Aspen as he arrives by her side. “This is terrible timing,” says Davina. “The rogues and Alastor must be regrouping up the mountain. The zombie creatures have been burnt to nothing. We are safe for now,” Aspen replies. “Aspen have you ever heard of horse shifters,” I ask. “Actually I have, but I thought they were long extinct. They existed in my grandfather’s time and were believed to have been killed off when my father was young, about 200 years old.”

he asked her and she nodded. "you? Mitchell?" "I'm good. She was mumbling to herself when I left, but at least she isn't going to harm herself, so that should be good enough for now." Jason said and I nodded. "alright. Jason, now that you're here, the trio is complete and we can actually plan for the apocalypse." "So there is an apocalypse?" Jason asked, and turned to Kylie, who shrugged. "I had a vision. He raised the dead from the village of ashes. They are his own revenant warriors. It's crazy."

" Sunny then told her brother James all about the pale white horse that she had seen in Verona. She explained that when you see the horse, you're in deep trouble, and then she went on about how she had seen the horse in Ocean City while riding a Ferris wheel. Sunny's voice trembled as she recounted the eerie details of her encounter with the horse, emphasizing its piercing red eyes and ghostly presence. James listened intently, his disbelief gradually turning into a sense of unease. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Sunny's unsettling experience.

-God, - Ivan joined his hands in prayer in front of his face, "what will become of the world when all the vampires discover this? -In a word? The apocalypse.

On May 5, 2023, at 16:37 everyone fell asleep. In which everyone becomes paranoid, thinking about conspiracy theories, not finding a cure, but until then and in a short time, thousands of people would fall into despair, they would all literally, would be afraid, create new viruses that would literally emerge diseases, aftereffects. The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever

My rules were simple. First, absolute obedience. Second, treat the dogs well. Anyone who dared abuse a dog got thrown out to the zombies. In less than a week, the base had already taken shape. Electric fencing went up along the walls. Searchlights were mounted on top. Generators roared day and night, and the whole place stayed brightly lit. We could even take hot showers. In the apocalypse, this place was heaven. That day, I was sitting on top of the wall, eating grapes and brushing Duke’s fur, when Leon came running up to report.