What if Equestria was destroyed by flesh eating infected? That’s what you’ll get with this story, follow groups of survivors as they try to live just another day & save Equestria from impending doom…

Sacrifice. While many would voice their selflessness to sacrifice themselves for a worthy cause, only a few actually keep to their word. The reward tends to be a permanent mark on history, whether as a hero or martyr for the right reasons, or as a traitor or failure for the worst. Whatever the result, those who give their lives for the name of sacrifice usually do so willingly, and die with the knowledge that they stayed true to their morals or redeemed a troubled past.

...yet, imagine the pain one would feel if they didn't die, and in fact, were forced to betray what they stood for, what they were willing to give their last breath for, and work against the desired effects of their sacrifice. The poor soul would probably be driven to insanity, or at least turn into a husk of their former self. One would probably do anything to escape that personal Hell. If they can't kill themselves, then they would probably plot and scheme until they could break free of whatever forced them to betray their ethics, and strive for revenge, retribution, and if possible, redemption.

Enter Solitude Blaze, a Unicorn serving under the Midnight Agency for Strategic Operations. Serving in the name of the Royal Sisters, he was more than willing to do what was needed to keep the innocent safe from harm. What the stallion could never foresee would be how that very mindset, while definitely honorable, possessed the potential to damn not only his spirit and psyche, but those very innocents he vowed to defend.

Even after successfully overthrowing the force responsible for his damnation, and in the process fulfilling his greatest desire for revenge, what does one do to make amends for the atrocities committed to the ones he once promised to never hurt? Is it even possible to gain redemption from something like that, even if it was forced? And what of the mind when they have endured the highest levels of pain, for both body and heart?

Sometimes, even the lowest pits of Hell are merciful compared to what can be.

Author's Note: Character tags will be added as the story progresses, possibly genre tags as well depending on where the story goes.

DemiShed.MOV Is a DemiVerse version of the popular goofy story SHED.MOV. This story is not canon to My Little Demi: Friendship is Magic in any way shape or form. Consider this an alternate timeline. This story is NOT goofy or funny. This story is a pure horror story and does contain gore. To avoid violation this story will not contain any illustrations of gore. Please take note that this story will go its original path. The story is also a mixture of many different creepypastas. The story will go its own path and not just revolve around a shed. THIS STORY WAS MADE FOR PURE FUN AND AS I MENTIONED NOT CANON!! stay out of my shed btw.

A mother with a son who is no longer with her has a chance to maybe see him one day after meeting up with a Merchant. She might have to do unspeakable things just do get a chance to have her son back.

Pinkie is a normal party pony... or so she thought until recently. But now she has learned she was born with the darkest kind of magic: Blood Magic. A magic that is known for it's darkness and corruption. A magic that, if in the wrong hooves, could kill off all of Ponykind. However, Pinkie was born with the power in her blood. A power that could be used for evil... but could also be used for good.

But how can Pinkie ever trust her power? How can she be sure she can keep her promise to Princess Celestia: Protect Equestria at any cost, even her own life? How can she be trusted... when she doesn't even trust herself?

And who is this mysterious pony that is trying to steal the Element of Laughter? Is he or she a new villain, or an old enemy, back from the dead to finish what he started? Or is he or she trying to send Pinkie a message?

Content warning: Lesbian characters, fear, mind control, insults, self-doubt

MTGNexus set link: Shattered: the Magic The Gathering set

Equestria, 2092, society has collapsed after an alien invasion left the land devastated. Now, the last vestiges of ponykind fight to survive over the remaining resources, oil being the most valuable in order to run the steel beasts that transport survivors across the wastes.

The ever looming threat of the invaders is a constant one in this land, with patrol ships and extermination parties scanning the Wasteland for survivors every few months, and no knowledge on why they remain on the planet, let alone what they're searching for.

One stallion however must find his past, having long forgotten what he was before the world fell, he now travels the Wasteland in search of his past, Jackal MacAllaidh. Before, he was a Tier One Operator in the Equestrian Military, now? a mere survivor, with a picture of a mare in his rig, and a modified Charger, the Tribal as he is known as across the wastes. His beast a legend, Rust on Blood, and the driver even more so.

Queen Chrysalis, the queen of the changelings. Was she always the love-eating villain Equestria has come to know. And what of her children, the changelings. Did they always look and act like that of their queen. What happened? Were they different, once?

This story was proofread and edited by my Dad.
This is a rewrite of my original Quiet Chrysalis story! Check that out here: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/464091/quiet-chrysalis

Strings, a very talented singer, is struggling with an incurable case of deep depression from heartbreak. When Twilight and Princess Cadance try to help him resolve his issues, they accidently turn him into an evil creature that intends to wipe out all Love in Equestria.

Lessons:

(Regardless if someone is being self-destructive)

-Commanding/Demanding/Bullying someone to "Let Go" and "Move on" only makes things worse, not better.
-You cannot force someone to change. It's their choice to make and theirs alone.
-People cannot simply change how the feel or who they want to love simply because you want them to.
-You can only *TRY* to help someone with their issues, but in the end, your efforts may not work.

Plastic Pillow and his college misadvantures.