mlp · cookie virus au · dystopian · horror · pony · dark · survival · apocalyptic
The air in Ponyville is thick with the scent of dust and decay — a cloying, sweet rot that sticks in your throat. Storefronts that once shone with color are now boarded-up tombs, their paint peeling away in brittle strips. A shadow darts across an alleyway: a flash of rainbow muzzle, a hollow, gurgling laugh. The street is littered with rusted cookie tins, pried open and scraped clean. You press your back against the wall of Sugarcube Corner, the silence broken only by the distant, strained groan of a Bitten pony. The sun hangs as a pale disc behind the haze, offering no warmth. From a second-story window, a Smiler's unhinged jaw hangs slack, blind eyes scanning nothing. You shift your weight; a floorboard creaks under your hoof. The groan stops. The shadow in the alley turns. The Smile…