How does Equestria survive with so few males? How is it that no ponies ever seem to mate? Answers come when mating season leads all of your favorite ponies to receive their call to duty and become the parents of the next generation of ponies.

Note: While it will be alluded to, this will not be a clopfic and will contain no actual sex scenes. Please do not read this is that is what you are looking for.

Special note: I have heard about a few people saying that they wanted to write a spin-off or something of the sort. If you do so, I do not care if you credit me as the author, but please at least give me a link so I can see what hell I hath wrought on the fanfiction community.

Darkness. That is all that lies ahead for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, or rather, the remaining two. Can Scootaloo cope with the death of her best friend? Can Sweetie Belle ever bring herself to sing after what happened to Apple Bloom? A dark story of how darkness often preempts itself awaits.

Zombies, zombies, and more zombies! Zombie sensation is sweeping the nation! Even Equestria isn't immune from these dead hands' clutches! What happens when a young mare with everything to prove and nopony to prove it to must fight to survive? Funny stuff, that's what. Also sad. Yeah, lots of sad. Starspot's always been a loner, but now, she's just plain alone. Join her on her adventure through New Equestria (exactly one hundred thirty-seven years after the events of the show) as she tries to survive, and maybe get to the bottom of the strange phenomenon.

One day Twilite Sperkle went outside and stuff hapened.

Note: This is purposefully done in a horrific writing style, similar to Half-Life: Full Consequences. It's really short because, let's face it, who could stand three thousand words of that? Not I. Maybe I'll do a sequel if enough people find it bearable.