It's been two weeks since Applejack's family fled alongside the other ponies of Ponyville. She's been roaming the acreage for three days on end and she currently has only one good leg left for bucking.
Rainbow Dash may have been the first of the mane six to be infected as her need for speed was core to her personality. As a result, little moments of impatience or rushing ponies went unnoticed. Rainbow was diagnosed despite her denial during her back-to-back racing episodes.
Fluttershy has reclused herself within the Everfree Forest to tend to maximize her caretaking. She has succumbed to her Timberwolf injuries.
Rarity has become a shut-in and uses her artistic expression to cope. Her memories of her friends have been replaced with nonsensical sewing bursts which will inevitably be thrown into the pile of duds. Ponyville is roughly 80% evacuated at this point in time.
Pinkie Pie has to withstand the smell of Mr. and Mrs. Cakes as she dances once again for a fourth night. The couple has passed ever since Pinkie started showing symptoms. No pony is left to intervene.
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mdni. male masturbation. mammon is a (sweet) pervert!
he feels guilty. incredibly, hopelessly, disgustingly guilty.
it doesn’t matter that he’s a demon, accused daily of being a lying scumbag. he once donned the fluttering wings and shimmering halo of an angel; mammon knows the difference between right and wrong.
and this is beyond wrong.
it doesn’t matter that he’s in love with you—a fact that he tries to keep sealed in his ever-beating heart, though it tends to creep up, flushing his cheeks and twisting his tongue whenever he’s caught staring at you longingly.
it’s so, so, so wrong.
but mammon can’t stop his hand—nails a bright pearl, contrasting his tawny skin and golden rings—from feverishly pumping his pierced length. he’s getting close, toned stomach clenching and shivering in pleasure as he kneels above his phone, fisting his cock to a picture of you.
it’s an innocent selfie, your radiant smile crinkling your eyes. miss you <3 is the text that accompanied the photo, which sent the avatar of greed spiraling into a lust-drunk haze. he would be embarrassed by the schlicks of his pulsing cock reverberating through his dark bedroom if he were not so focused on your likeness.
what would you think of him if you knew that his dick twitched when he first saw the photo? if you knew that he came to the thought of you nearly every day? if you knew that he wanted nothing more than to make you his, forever?
mammon bites his bottom lip hard, fangs breaking the supple flesh, the metallic tang of blood caressing his tongue as he attempts to stifle his moans. but as he climaxes, a strangled cry of your name pierces through the gloom.
his spend splatters across the phone screen and onto your beautiful face—a gross imitation of what he wants to do with you. in a final act of perversion, he slaps his still-hard cock onto the screen, smearing his essence all over you.
the demon collapses onto his back with a soul-deep sigh. how can he ever confess his feelings when this is what he fantasizes about?
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i have this headcanon that annabeth calls percy the cutest nicknames ever. like sweetheart, sweetie-pie, cutie-pie, cutie, babes, love, lovey. and percy just melts every time. like, this man cannot form a coherent sentence or thought for a good thirty seconds or so lol
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