Cover for the Pony!AU zombiefic spinoff ficlet Kendra did.
here’s said ficlet. sorry for the wait, deyo! (And sorry for the no read more, everyone else. the J key is your friend!)
Motherfucking raiders. They’re fucking everywhere and they’re doing all sorts of things. Unicorns are breaching the strong hold, but Geoff and Jack are holding them off pretty well, quick shots and well-aimed bucks.
Michael soars a little lower, looking around for Ray…who has duplicated himself and is creatively destroying zombie pony after zombie pony. Motherfucking Unicorns. As a Pegasus, Michael will never understand them.
Now the last one to find would be…Gavin. Great. Somehow Michael knows that Gavin has gotten himself in some sort of trouble, he feels it from the tips of his wings to the bottom of his hooves.
And he’s not disappointed.
About four blocks down, Michael sees Gavin’s gold hair and blue body huddled down low in an alleyway. Fucker’s probably lost, Michael curses to himself. How the fuck someone gets lost in their own goddamned town will never cease to amaze him. He rolls his eyes, straightening his legs and tightening his flank to gather a little extra speed. He flies up, making a low arch before he catches the full scene that’s laying before him.
There’s two exits that Gavin could sneak out of and both of them are horribly blocked. One by another gang of raiders and the other by zombies who are too stupid to realize that if they all try to climb through at once, they’re not gonna fit.
Raiders aren’t that dumb. Like soldiers of a world delivered unto hell, they’re attacking Gavin methodically. It’s a wonder that Gavin hasn’t died yet.
That thought – the stark realization that Gavin could in fact die right this fucking moment – makes Michael’s blood boil. Gavin’s a fucking Earth pony; he doesn’t have wings to escape with like Michael does, or even magic to aid him in his fighting, like Ray. He’s unarmed and the only thing he could possibly do is curl in and wait for death.
Aww, hell fucking no. Not as long as Michael’s able-bodied and alive. He’s going to make sure that Gavin stays alive.
In his panic, he allows himself to think, I don’t know how to live without him.
He starts panting, a snarl forming on his snout, and, without reservations, he dives into the melee.
The raiders notice him before Gavin do; they begin to fire arrows off towards him. But Michael wasn’t the best fucking flyer in Cloudsdale for no reason. Expertly, he dodges each and every arrow that’s shot towards him. He lands on all fours, wings arched, hoping to intimidate the raiders (it doesn’t but it does frighten a few of the zombies, who have realized that this was a losing battle and have started to mosey off elsewhere to find food.)
“Michael,” Gavin whispers but Michael stomps his back right hoof, a signal for him to shut the fuck up or else risk becoming raider fodder.
“Out of the way, Pegasus. This doesn’t concern you,” what is apparently the head raider calls. Michael swishes his tail and snarls.
“The hell it does. This one’s mine.”
The head raider, a scar riddled unicorn, squints. “You’re not a part of my group. Who do you belong to?”
“Him,” Michael replies, nodding towards Gavin. To the Earth pony, who was now slowly standing on all fours, he hisses, “Get on, fucktard.”
Gavin doesn’t have to be told twice and he scrambles onto Michael’s back the best he can, trying to avoid Michael’s bright yellow wings. Michael takes a deep breath and takes off, pushing all of his might into the ground.
The raiders scream in anger and things begin to fly around them – bullets, arrows, bolt of rainbow colored magic – and Michael dodges as many as he can.
But not all of them.
“Princess fucking Celestia!” Michael cries, as pain floods through his left wing. Gavin gasps and Michael feels him start to reach for it. “Don’t!”
Gavin pulls back and stays silent. Flying becomes a bitch after that but by some grace of god, they make it to the strong hold, where there’s no sign of life. (Which sounds bad but is completely a good thing; Geoff and Jack drove off the raiders, apparently and there’s not a million Ray’s galloping around so the battle must be over for today.)
Michael flies low and gently lowers the both of them into the open window on the room, installed and left open specifically for him. Gavin climbs off once Michael lands and the Pegasus falls to his knees.
“Griffon!” Gavin cries, panic in his voice. Michael feels rather than hears the hoof beats. Five ponies come to a stop in front of the mess. Gavin takes a few deep breaths before looking over his flank. “Get me the first aid kit.”
Griffon nods before turning and rushing towards the cabinets. Gavin turns back towards Michael and the Pegasus knows what’s coming. And that does not stop him from taking a few steps back from Gavin and snarling.
“Michael, it has to come out,” Gavin says reasonably. Michael’s in such intense pain that he doesn’t even register the fact he’s back into a corner and Ray is closing in on his front.
“Gav, I could…” Ray starts but stops when Gavin stomps a hoof.
“No. You’re better at parlor tricks than healing.” It’s said with no malice because those parlor tricks have saved them hundreds of times since this mess has started.
“You’re right,” Ray says quietly but he stays where he’s at. Michael looks around, gets his breathing under control, and wipes the snarl from his snout. This isn’t the first time this has happened and it won’t be the last. (Being injured, not shot in the wing. That was definitely a first.) Griffon returns and gently sets the kit at Gavin’s hoofs.
“Michael, come here.”
He shakes his head, his short curly mane swirling around him.
“Everypony, give us some space.”
They all nod before slowly returning to what they were doing. Geoff is the last one to leave with a soft, “Take care of him, lad.”
Michael’s not sure who he’s talking to.
Gavin crosses the distance as Michael falls flat on his flank, bone tired and exhausted. Gavin slowly comes up to him and enters his personal space. Michael knows how this is going to go down and he’s a big boy pony with his own room and his own gun and everything. He holds out his injured wing, wincing at the pain it caused.
“Make it quick, dickie bitch.”
Gavin doesn’t say a thing, just leans forward, wraps his teeth around the edge of the arrow and pulls as hard as he can. It slides out quick and Michael has to bite his tongue until it bleeds to stop from screaming like a filly.
With well-practised hoofs, Gavin gets some gauze and sticks some pressure on the wound, grabbing some bandages with his teeth. Keeping pressure on the wound, Gavin wraps the bandage expertly and that breaks Michael’s heart because when he met the stupid Earth pony almost two years ago, he had been working in Sugar Cube Corner, horribly frosting cakes, not wrapping bandages like a fucking pro.
Michael looks up from where he’d been hanging his head and gently crosses the distance, rubbing his snout against Gavin’s. The blue pony froze, the bandages unfurling before falling to the ground. “Thanks, Gav.”
Gavin’s still frozen in confusion so Michael goes a little under his chin and bumps it lightly with his nose. That causes Gavin to move and he leans into Michael, rubbing their cheeks together happily.
“You’re welcome, Mi-cool.”
Michael doesn’t know if this whole zombie thing will ever fade away or if even will in his life time, but as he wraps his uninjured wing over Gavin and gently coaxes him down beside him, he decided he doesn’t mind as long as he can keep doing this with his boy.