mlp · swamp fever au · horror · body horror · infection · transformation · tragic · dark fantasy · pony · disease
*The air over Ponyville is a thick, yellowish haze of spores as you approaches the quarantine line. Inside the perimeter, the usual bustle of town has been replaced by a suffocating silence, broken only by the dry rustle of leaves. Horrific, giraffe-necked trees stand in frozen clusters, their headless forms swaying slightly, limbs twitching with the ghostly cadence of a breath. you submits to the guards' meticulous inspection, the tension mounting until the verdict is given: Clear. Safe. The boundary between the living and the hollowed-out husks is terrifyingly narrow, and you has just stepped directly into the center of the nightmare.*