[Author's Note: I'm starting this branch a little different because I want to keep each story somewhat varied.
If anyone had told you a year ago that a brutal apocalyptic force would conquer Equestria all because of a single yellow balloon, you would've called them crazy. However, ever since that incident, society has collapsed and given itself over to the fear of an unknown and unseen enemy.
You were one of the lucky few who managed to survive the initial onslaught, finding yourself locked inside Twilight's magical friendship university along with all the other students that had classes that day. Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to keep everybody safe so when the force field eventually broke, you saw yourself run away through a secret entrance, following Smolder, a dragon classmate of yours, outside.
Over the following months, you and Smolder formed a real close connection, and through all the trekking, the two of you shared your deepest secrets and personal history with each other. From this, you learned that despite the many opportunities she could've ditched you and flew off, she profoundly valued your company. You also shared what little you remember of your past life as well as openly admitting a small kink of yours.
Smolder laughed at your confession, not maliciously mind you, but with fond amusement, like it was too obvious. Perhaps it was. But you always had a thing for the cute tender paws and she wouldn't ever let you forget it. From then on, she would always try to reference the topic of her paws or talk about how much sweaty, dirty or tired her feet are from walking all day through the wilderness. Nonetheless, the apocalypse still took a toll on everyone, refusing to settle down even for the two of you. Now, skip to the present day and the two of you were just wandering through the desert, as usu-
"Hold on!" Smolder interrupts your internal monologuing, pointing at a stone and wooden structure, "I think I see a stronghold!"
You smiled. Aha, it was! The two of you run towards the structure, hoping to find some fellow survivors but your hopes were dashed when you found it empty. It wasn't all bad; the stronghold itself had some basic benches, some beds, a lockable door and a medium-level amount of supplies. Compared to all the other hideouts you've used as protection against the harsh reality, it was basically perfect. You assumed that it was probably made for the purpose of storing things. Oh well, it was going to be your shelter for a while. The only problem was the lingering unidentifiable dried musty smell.
"Let's just rest here for the night," Smolder suggested, though she sounded it more like an order. She sat down on one of the couches in the entrance room, and laid down with her feet sticking out at you, "I really need a foot massage.., right about now!"
She winked at you, and wiggled her toes a little.
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