THE TROTTING DEAD

by Chaos Princess Cyclone

Princess Sugarcube, one of the princesses' old friends, has suddenly vanished. But the cause is not so mysterious. Because of Twilight's evil ways later during the Pony Uprising, ponies everywhere had been infected, causing them to turn into Zomponies. The three princesses of chaos, Cyclone, S and RJ are stuck in the middle of the anarchy, changing to override the wretched disease.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

All was well in Canterlot. Princess Sugarcube, visiting from a small kingdom next to Horseshoe Bay, was living it up. Everypony in Central Equestria had grown tired of Cadence and Twilight, and needed a new princess to look up to, besides their co-rulers, Princess Luna and Celestia. Now she relaxed in the guest bedroom of the Great Castle of the two sisters, sipping tea with three sugar cubes, using her magical horn. Although her coat was purple and her mane was pink, her magical aura was golden.

Classical music played from a radio, sending Princess Sugarcube into a deep sleep, her sugary tea on the table next to her luxurious purple bed.

. . .

A soft groan penetrated through Princess Sugarcube's door. "Who is it?" she called, still in bed. When no reply came, she decided it was just in her head. Wait…there it was again! Who would dare interrupt such a raving celebrity at this hour, not to mention twice? Aggravated, she hopped out of bed. But before addressing this obnoxious subject of Canterlot, she decided to further perfect her mane. The purple, winding mane of Princess Sugarcube was never matted, never dull, never tangled. Yet princesses should always strive for a mane fitting the alicorn they are.

Once she had finished combing through it and bouncing it back to curls, Princess Sugarcube turned towards the large door of the bedroom. Her eyes narrowed, and she was ready to confront the grunting, groaning pony behind the door. Stop it, she scolded herself. Princesses are understanding, forgiving ponies. Maybe the whole thing was a misunderstanding. Princess Sugarcube held her pale purple hoof to her chest, then straightened it out and counted to ten. She had learned this method from her less popular princess friend, Cadence.

Finally, Princess Sugarcube trotted to the door. The groaning and moaning and grunting had started up yet again. Then she stared in horror when she opened the door. There, standing in front of her, was the source of the sound. A green alicorn with halfrotten flesh stood there, her cutiemark the great big sun of Princess Celestia.