All Equestria's Tomorrows

by GodzillaSpino

Genetic Horrors: Part 2

Author's Note:

The tone in this fimfic is so utterly misplaced. This chapter is not an exception. Sorry.

The Lizard Herders

They were lucky. Instead of messing with their genes and converting them into a myriad of unsettling, disgusting forms, the Qu had opted to simply stunt their minds to the point where they could no longer regain sentience, along with erasing their magic.

They were still superficially similar to their pony and horse forebears, in fact acting much like the ones on Earth, and led feral, uneventful lives for an unnaturally long time after the Qu had left. This was, in part, due to there being no incentive for them to evolve intelligence, as the only other fauna present were lizards brought as pets by the Equines they had once been. The other was the fact that, as stated before, their minds were addled to the point of no return, so there wasn't any point in trying anyway.

Eventually, these ponies began to instinctively herd the lizards present on the planet. However, this symbiosis gradually began tipping into the reptiles' favor, as the world's tropical climate, along with being unchanged by the Qu, allowed reptiles all the opportunities to diversify. The only other large fauna being the dumb ponies, the lizards had every incentive to conquer this world as they saw fit. It came to the point that one specific lineage began to show signs of intelligence, making use of tools and even starting to turn the tables and domesticate some of the addled post-ponies. There was nothing left to do for the brain-neutered equines but to simply become mere beasts, all spark of anything other than the instinctual hunt for basic needs ceasing to exist.

The Temptors

It is still a mystery how these creatures managed to survive with the form they were given. If one were to use a genetically modified animal for the sake of only decoration, one would expect it to die quickly. However, Fate turned a blind eye on them for the meantime, allowing these strange creatures to endure.

No pony would recognize these twisted animals as their own descendant. The females were three-meter stalks of flesh rooted into the ground, with a beak that served little purpose rooted on the tip, resembling a fleshy and unsettling carnivorous plant. The males, however, were contorted into a bird-like form and could move perfectly on their own. However, they were dim-witted, and all their actions were directed by the females' pheromonal and vocal signals.

In this primitive form of civilization, the female controlled everything, mostly due to the fact she couldn't really survive on their own and would need highly cooperative companions to aid in her survival. As such, on the rare occasions she did mate, the female would only mate with the dumbest, strongest, and most obedient male, whose offspring would hopefully harbor the same aspects, albeit amplified. Sometimes, she would give birth to a few precious females, who would then be carted off by some males and planted on the ground, where the baby females would then root themselves and soon replicate what their mother had created.

If the RGRE theory of the ponies' culture is to be considered correct, this probably would be close to the optimal world for the majority of ponies, albeit a more distorted form of it. The fact that this proto-civilization showed signs to be a well-working one and even advancing bit-by-bit would probably have inspired ponies to do the same, had they not been the same creatures by technicality, and had they not been separated by such an expanse of time. Unfortunately for the Temptors, Fate finally turned and intervened, raining a hail of meteors into their planet and tossing in a stray comet for good measure. Another candidate for the re-emergence of ponykind was cruelly swept away.

The Beaked Ogres

Not every pony was re-invented for shits and giggles. Some were bred to become pampered pets. Some of these pampered pets were pint-sized creatures with colorful, tooth-derived beaks and were loved among the Qu. So it comes as a surprise that their descendants would become three-metre tall, ogre-like monstrosities who communicated their love by shitting on each other.

This was mostly because when the Qu left, these pampered pets, predictably, fucking died. Except, however, just like with the Swimmers, a few hardy breeds survived. The usual radiation and diversity occurred, but eventually, intelligence awoke within one of them. The lucky descendants who inherited this power were the aforementioned three-metre ogre things. Take this as some sort of aesop: "No matter whether or not your descendant uses feces to show whose jaws they want to put their balls in, they might be the one to rekindle your race."

Sadly for that aesop, by the time they reached a medieval-type civilization, the ogres slowly went extinct as carrion, their only food source, ran out, plunging them into oblivion.

The Wall Ponies

These were the Equines that gave the toughest resistance against the onslaught of the Qu. Tough enough, in fact, to push back TWO invading waves of the dragonfly wannabes. Unfortunately, they were taken down by the third.

The Qu, with their horribly twisted sense of justice thanks to their god complexes boosting their egos to unhealthy levels that would make any high school jock or cheerleader seem humble, wanted to make these insufferable pony descendants pay. As such, they turned them into living flesh bricks used as trash cans, toilets, or other such waste filters.

The best part? The Qu kept these peoples' memories and ability to understand the world around them and what was happening to them intact, along with keeping at least one eye out to be able to witness their terrible fate in all its wretched glory. Also, they made them practically immortal. OOF.

For forty million years, they suffered so much it would make Hell seem like a paradise. After the Qu finally left, they hoped for a quick extinction to finally rid them of this cruel existence. However, the hardiness they had been given did not allow them so, and they spread themselves across their world. One day, though, the creation of a certain something would allow them to taste hope once more.

The Flyers

These pony animals were by no means rare. World taken by the Qu after world taken by the Qu, you could spot at least one species that took to the air. They resembled either bat ponies, species of the long-gone order of Pterodactyloidea, or angels or demons depending on your perspective.

Sadly, most of these poor bois were too good at flying, and they sacrificed being chad wrinklebrains to be able to believe they could fly, and follow through with said belief. One exception however, was a species that fit under the umbrella of the pterodactyloid forms, while simultaneously retaining sizeable traces of their equine heritage. Their advantage was a unique, starfish-shaped organ in their chest, which pumped oxygen directly from the air into their lungs in an extremely efficient manner. Therefore, the Flyers could go "it's big brain time" without having to sacrifice going into the heavens.

That didn't mean they were gonna immediately go for the option of a giant hunk of flesh within their skulls, though. There were other vacant niches ready to be occupied, and other energy-consuming adaptations they could play with in these said niches. Their pristine world was soon filled from anything to bomber-sized sailors to predators with such impossible speed they'd make a race car look like a scooter going uphill. Achieving intelligence was the least to worry about for now.

Comments

[sectoid]

It's about damn time somebody wrote this crossover! Can't wait to read it!

[GodzillaSpino]

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Hope you ended up liking it despite the tone shifting randomly! I am really not good at writing....

Also, I really should start putting work into this soon, I've just been having too much fun with an unrelated Amphibia AU I've been concocting.