Small thing (unfinished and likely not to be without intense peer-pressure) asked for by an Anon.
Prompt given by Anon was a zombie apocalypse with the zombies replaced by mare's in heat who desire cuddles 





>You awaken to the unsettling feeling of dread passing through your entire body
>Likely because you’ve been woken up by the acrid smell of a smoke heavy environment
>You’re lying on a damp cobblestone road and the night sky above is the blackest of pitch
>No moon, no stars, just black
>You attempt to get up but find your movements hindered by the stabbing pain in your abdomen 
>You can see your suit has been torn away just right of your belly button
>Underneath lies your exposed and fairly bloody, but thankfully clotted wound
>It’s quite a large cut about the size of your middle finger and it hurts like fuck now you’re aware of it
>A very light drizzle picks up dampening your already sweaty body
>You look about and find the culprit for your wound
>There’s a jagged piece of broken axle coming of a nearby… Chariot?
>Well whatever it is it would seem when you initially got here you fell upon the axle and bounced away to your current resting place
>You attempt to get up once again but your abdominal muscles protest as you contract them, wound oozing blood as you constrict
>There’s an overturned wooden cart about a meter away
>You struggle your way there then use the carts frame as a leverage point to lift your body up
>Standing up straight is out of the question lest you fall unconscious from the pain
>As such you remain hunched over, leaning upon the comically miniaturised cart
>Now standing you gain a greater view of your surroundings
>The Cobblestone street you’re on is a crossroads in the centre of some massive, rome-esk?, city
>Well it was castley, but also modern looking
>Up and down each of your four possible paths looks about the same
>Buildings and stores boarded shut, shattered windows everywhere, some buildings had even begun to break and crumble in some places
>Many showed scorch marks and some still had active fires in them and one or two you could spot with winged chariots sticking out of the side
>The streets themselves were littered with carts and chariots, overturned, upside down, and some just ruined beyond recognition, flaming wrecks
>All this would explain the smoke and the dread
>Down all the streets are flaming barrel fires, providing a minimal, yet satisfying orange glow to see by
>Combining it with the misty downpour you’d say you’ve just entered a horror movie in which you will not survive
>You break off a section of the carts wheel and spoke to give yourself a crutch to walk with
>The crutch was a bit small, but it would do
>Speaking of, why was everything so comically small?
>Well, the buildings were still large, but the vehicles and such were messed up
>Lightning arcs across the sky, followed by the rumbling promise of a torrential down pour to soon be upon you
>You begin to hobble forward 
>Fuck this is no good, you need help and fast
>It’s hard to walk when movement sends spasms of pain to your brain
>You stop when you hear something moving from down a small dark alley
“Hey, whoever’s there come out!”
>A meek voice replies from the darkness
>”...Okay”
>A small pony moves out from the shadows to join you in the partial illumination
>From that illumination you can make out a purple coat and a star on its butt
>You can also see is has an almost expressionless face, the only thing present was a small and unsettling smile
>And it’s a bloody unicorn! Must drink it’s blood to gain immortality 
>”Who are you?”
>You’re confused
“What? Where am I?”
>”Hah, that’s a silly question, you’re in Canterlot of course”
“Camelot?”
>”Now answer my question, who are you?”
“I-I’m Anonymous... I hope”
>A light breeze flaps your shirt about
>The pony inhales deeply as the wind blows over her
>”It’s lovely to meet you Anonymous… You smell, huggable, but you’re injured. Here let me take a look, I’ve read a book on this kind of thing!”
>The pony begins a slow advance toward you
>You smell huggable?
>”I’ve read that the only cure is…”
>The pony slows her approach as her eyes become cloudy and glaze over
>”SNUGGLES!”
>The little hose begins a full on gallop towards you, dead eyes giving away her murderous intent
>But in this condition there was no way you could stop your inevitable death
>Time slows to a standstill as your life flashes before your eyes
>At least the parts you remember
>Parts like, waking up on a wet road amid a destroyed city
>And other bits like being killed by an angry horse
>Is that all you remember?
>Was this your entire life? did you do good?
>Your impending death has given you some time to register the fact you hadn’t asked the pony how or why it was talking
>But these were all just the musings of a dying man, with very little blood left
>Before the pony makes her final leap to you the sun appears
>Or you’re as blinded as you would have been had the sun actually appeared
>Flood lights from balconies on two high rise buildings flanking you have turned on and are blasting your retinas into ash
>”GO! GO! GO!”
>You hear the sounds of scuffling and something abseiling when suddenly two other small ponies, stallions you believe, land on the ground beside you
>They’re dressed in adorable riot gear, just also radical looking
>The purple unicorn shrieks back from the light before going in for another attack   
>But while she’d been shielding her eyes the bucks had already attached a harness around your knees (you were clearly taller than they’d been expecting and couldn’t get it any higher) and had run off into the misty darkness
>”Pull! PULL!”
>Just before the purple pony impacts you you’re lurched into the air, immediately flipping upside down due to poor harness planning
>Your vision darkens as you’re hoisted up further, body forced out straight by gravity, leaving your wound screaming in agony
>Your consciousness fades as the darkness embraces you
>”...is he going to be alright?...”
>”....We need to get him to The Doc, and fast!...”
>......”It’s too far away we’ll never make it”...
>...
>


>The smell of blood weighs heavily in the air
>The room you've come too in looks like an impromptu operating theater
>There are patches of dried blood splashed across the white, grimy tile floor
>A dull fluorescent light buzzes above you
>To the side are bundles of bloody cloth, probably your blood
>You were lying on an operating table and looking down you can see your wound has been artfully stitched back together, with some kind of solid, but flexible green slime covering it
>The slime looked brighter directly around your cut
>There was also a very cooling sensation coming from it, maybe it was some fancy painkiller
>You sit yourself up
*Hrk*
>Ah fuck, that’s still a little sore
>Flipping your legs over the table you launch yourself up
>And then stumble a little in pain
>But you can stand up straight now
>You are also completely naked
>In a very cold room
“I was in the pool!”
>You spy the bloody rags again and realise they’re actually your torn up shirt, used as rags during your surgery 
>No sign of your pants or underwear
>There’s a small, wet, but seemingly clean, face cloth on the small utility bench next to your table
>With nothing else available to you it will have to do
>You grab it and use it to help cover your junk assisted by one of your hands
>This look really lets your ass breath
>You can find nothing else in the room of value so may as well explore this new world you’ve found yourself in; last time you ever use that damned mass relay, or was is Molecular relay?
>You stalk out the door and enter a dark hallway
>Some of the wallboards directly across from your room have fallen off revealing the battering storm raging just outside
>The gaps light up blindingly
*KaBOOM*
>God damn the lightning is right above you
>The wind gusts through the hallway, causing the two small torches on the wall to flickr casting wild shadows about
>There’s no one in the hallway with you and all the other doors in the hall have been boarded up
>Some have been smashed through with pillows and blankets strewn about the entrances
>Lightning flashes again, illuminating the drenched and muddy street below
>You think you can make out a buck down there staggering about in the dark
>You quickly crouch down to peer through the broken wall, getting a full view of the street
>The sky flashes again
>The bucks stumbled over in the mud and is struggling to get up
>Oh god, he’s clearly terrified, the poor thing
>Another flash
>You can’t see the buck, but notice drag marks leading away from where the buck was
>When the light fades you guess the location of where the buck could be by following the trail
>Lightning strikes again and the thunder continues to roar above you
>To your horror the last thing you see is a mud covered mare dragging a flailing buck down an alleyway out of your view
>If not for the storm you're sure you would have heard the most heart chilling screams in your life
>Best to forget about that
>You slowly haul yourself back up and turn back around
>AH FUCK
>Behind you stands a pony, except it's most definitely not
>More like a bug, a bud in a lab coat
>Annoyingly the bloody thing had snuck right up to you, and from what you just saw this is a dangerous world, you need to have your guard up at all times
>But it doesn't look like this one’s going to put up much of a fight
>He’s already fainted on the floor beside you
>Guess it’s true when they say it’s more scared of you than you are of it
>With your one free arm you hoist the creature over your shoulder
>Ow. While not very heavy he still puts quite a bit of extra stress on your injury
>You head out the direction you assume the bug had come from; the doorway with the most light
>It leads to a room of four teary eyed stallions and a few other bug ponies
>The bugs appeared to be on watch at the doors and windows in the room
>The four stallions were laying down around a crude fire
>They all had their sleeping rolls out so it’s probably late