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// Apocalypse Day 4 of 7: Sacrifice 
// Story: Anon 69 News 
// by Amilition 
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"AAAHHHH! WE'RE DOOMED!

Shut it twerp and keep moving!

"Hey! Stop running and let us have fun!"

"The big ones mine!"

"I will break your legs if you touch him! He's mine!"

"Anonymous! Down this alleyway!"

What! That's insane! Do you even watch movies!

"Would you rather that or the mass of mares in front of us."

Wha. . . oh dear god! Into the alleyway! Go, go, go!

"After them!"

"I want my mommy!"

No you don't Twiggles! Trust me!

"Anonymous!"

What!

"We are uh. . . kinda stuck."

For fucks sake.

"Well not really. You see that window? Two ponies can make it up but somepony has to stay behind to push the other two up."

Ok, I got an idea-

"They're they are!"

Shit.





So now you have escaped and found your self in a group of stallions. There a little rough around the edges but you know they will help you through this in a breeze. At least that's what you think.

And studies show that 10/10 world ending catastrophes are solved with singing about friendship.

From Anon 69 Public Radio, I'm Anonymous and this is Anon 69 News.

Now you think your safe because you got your self surrounded by 'strong independent stallions.' No mare would possible think of approaching your group.

Wrong! You don't know how freaky mares can get. A group of mares might want a giant orgy or a single mare might want a bukkake from you all. If you don't know what that is, good. Don't learn that shit. 

So now you and your guy friends are in a corner and are trapped against the mares or mare. Now you come to the last solution. A sacrifice. Yes. Now one of your own group members now must sacrifice their own dignity because of your fuck up. . . or somepony elses. Anyways, the point is, now you must decide who it must be.

Now you must be thinking, "I'll do it. I'll sacrifice myself and I'll be remembered as a hero." Don't. One, because you will sign yourself to a deal of a existential hell. . . or tartarus in this case. Two, your stallion mates will most likely forget about you in a hour or two. Only sacrifice your self if your really sure about it and there is no other alternatives.

Now don't fret. There is a process to this. Now since time is short, sticks and eeny miny moe wont work. So you have to resort to pushing a random stallion in front of you and saying, "don't molest us please! He's a better lay then all of us!" Now on a average mare or mares, this will most definitely work. Now if the mare or mares are smart, your screwed. They would figure out having multiple stallions would be better than one. 

So now that stallion you threw at the beast is getting violated, take this chance to run. Run as fast as you can and don't turn back because if you do, it might scar you.

Now that you've escaped, pat yourself on the back for surviving that mess. Now find a safe place and stay tuned for the next episode.

This has been Anonymous From Anon 69 News. Good luck survivor.





"Please not like this!"

"I have a wife! I'm a faithful stallion!"

"Oooh, a married stallion. I like it."

"I have so much to do-ack! Anonymous? Why are you picking me up?"

I have a plan.

"What do you mean-omf! Careful on the neck!"

Shut it!

"I don't understand- hey what are you- aaahhh!"

"Anon, why are you throwing us? What about-"

I'll hold em off. 

"But- whoa wait- aaahhh!"

"Hey! You let the meat go!"

That's fine ladies. I can last you a while.

"Fine with me."

"Jump him!"

Sounds of struggling and cloths ripping.

"He. . . he sacrificed himself for us."

"No time to mourn. We must keep moving."