>You are Anon, a Hauptmann (Captain) in the Wehrmacht.
>You are leading a charge through Kiev when suddenly, a large, blueish vortex appears in front of you.
>After discussing it with your squad, you all decide to enter the portal.
>When your vision clears, you find you and your squad are now in the middle of a small town with colorful ponies walking around.
>the small ponies moving around in the center of town stop
>how out of place you lot are, in your feldgrau uniforms, carrying rifles, ammo, radios and wearing steel helmets
>"Was sollen wir jetzt tun, Herr Hauptmann?"
>you look over to the Unteroffizier who asked the question
>you have no answer
>a small, purple pony thing approaches you
>it has wings and a horn
>what the fuck is this thing? a fairytale creation?
>"Hi! This is Ponyville. I'm Twilight and you are-"
>English! The language of (one of your) enemies
>"ENGLISCH SCHWINE!"
>a Gefreiter to your left raises his rifle and points it straight at the head of the purple pony
>now you've got the town's attention
>"Soll ich scheissen?"
>'Scheiss, idioten!'
"Nein! Nicht Scheissen gefreiter. Legst du dein waffe nach unten!"
>the private lowers his rifle but still angrily stares at the pony thing
>You put your hand over your pistol holster, feeling for your walther
>you walk towards the curious creature, which now shakes with fright
>it's a small animal, definitely horse-like or rather, pony like in shape, but scaled way, way down
>it reminds you of the small pony your dad had on your family estate back in Prussia
>a few other ponies suddenly appear behind it
>one of them speaks with a heavy, very distinctly american accent
>Ein Amerikaner?
>"Now you keep yer dirty hooves off my friend, ya hear?"
>the voice is definitely female, and it looks mad
"I intend no harm to your friend, I merely wish to investigate."
>"Investigate? whadaya mean?"
"Where I come from, such a creature has never been encountered. This thing is of utmost interest to me."
>Your men begin to move up behind you
>some disembark from the half tracks they had been riding in
>you discard your heavy helmet and pull out the Schrimmutze you wore when not in combat
>moving your hand away from the holstered Walther, you beckon over your right hand man, Oberleutenant Fruhling
"Oberleutenant, du war ein Tierarzt. Was denkst du uber dieses pferd?"
>"Ich... Ich denke... das ist sehr bizarre"
"What is your name?"
>you turn to the purple pony in front of you
>"I'm twilight sparkle..."
"Your friend?"
>"I'm Applejack."
>A flurry of pink knocks you down onto the ground
>instantly, a couple of guys behind you have their rifles pointed at the pony on top of you
>"I'm PINKIE PIE~~"
>you lift the small pony off of you and stand off
>brushing off your uniform, you pick your cover up and nod
"Pinkie Pie... got it."
>Three other horse things have stepped out from the crowd and now stood behind the purple pony
>"I'm Rainbow dash" a blue one stated, with an air of confidence
>"I'm Fluttershy..."
>Quiet and meet, quite contrasting with the pony that preceded her
>"And I'm Rarity."
>the last white pony said, with a haughty and accent that conjured up images of old British nobility
"I'm Hauptmann von Verbogen, 3rd Company, 112th Panzergrenadier regiment. This is quite the interesting introduction."
>you take a quick look around you
>the towns...ponies? have formed a large group behind these six ponies
>and behind you, your men have roughly formed up into a loose formation behind you
>the NCOs and the officers have pistols drawn, ready to react
>some ding-a-ling even unmounted an MG34 from one of the halftracks and is now carrying the machine gun around
"It seems as though your kind are rather peaceful. I can assure you, that even though we may present an intimidating message, we intend to bring no harm upon you. You have my word, as an officer of the Wehrmacht."
>you offer out your hand to the purple pony, who uneasily extends one of her forelegs in kind
>you shake hands (or is it hooves?) and there is an uneasy peace
"Now what, Ms. Twilight Sparkle?"
>"Well... if you're in charge... could I ask you to come with me?"
"Why?"
>"I need to tell the Princesses of this... you are as mysterious to us as we are to you."
>Princesses?
"And what about my men? Also what do you need me to do for this meeting with the Princesses?"
>"we will discuss that in private. In the mean time... ALRIGHT EVERYPONY."
>Purple pony takes flight
>"Please, carry on. This is a very strange occurrence, I understand but we will sort things out eventually."
>"Come."
"Alright. I'll bring my men along as well, since you did not answer my question."
>you turn around and face the company
"Get on the half tracks and get those tank engines fired up. Move ladies!"
>The NCOs get to the chase
>the formation breaks and platoon by platoon, the men get back onto the trucks, tanks and half-tracks
>you nod
"We are ready. Where are we headed?"
>"Just follow me."
>beckoning your troops to follow, the column lurches forward in front of a large plume of diesel
>Twilight trots at a quick pace, some distance in front of you, while the others observe some distance behind you, gawking at the heavy equipment
>it's not a long walk before you stop in front of a massive crystalline structure
>"Alright, have your men stay here."
"Okay. Column, HALT. Park the vehicles in a loose half circle. Get some guys on the ground for security. And Feldwebel.."
>"Sir?"
>a gruff looking sergeant pops to attention in front of you
"Do me a favor and dig my waffenrock out. I will need it."
>"Jawohl, Captain."
>you brush yourself off and walk towards one of the parked half tracks
>taking your peaked cover off, you readjust the wire frame, making sure it looks nice and squared away
>carefully, you remove your pistol holster and set it down on the hood of the halftrack
"Have you got it yet, Feldwebel?"
>"Yes sir, I have."
>the sergeant hands you the carefully folded tunic and pants, as well as a perfectly shined pair of boots
>good. Now let's get changed. We are going to have royal company
>grabbing your uniform and your pistol, you walk to the door of the castle
>a leutnant approaches you
>"will you be needing any assistance, sir?"
"No, Leutnant, I don't think I will. But thank you for offering"
>The leutnant renders a quick salute
>"not a problem, sir."
>the blue pony named Rainbow Dash poked her head out of the door
>"So uh... are you coming inside today? or do we need to bring out a couple of beds for you and wait until tomorrow?"
"I'm coming, Ms. Dash."
>you hurry into the beautiful castle
>inside, the grandiose structure takes your breath away
>you had been inside the Hall of Mirrors in Paris in '40. You'd seen the Lourve and many buildings throughout Europe, but you have yet to see a building made of solid crystal
>the walls catch the sun's rays and the whole palace seems to shimmer in the light of day
>it's gorgeous
>"Well come on, alien colt, let's go!"
>Rainbow's voice snaps you back to reality
"Right. Coming."
>you follow the blue pony into a grand throne room
>the five ponies from earlier today are seated around a giant crystal table
>the blue pony takes a seat at what you presume is her throne
>A small dragon appears as well
>whoa... a dragon. If you kill it, do you become a saint?
>"Captain von Verbogen... please, do get comfortable. the princesses will be arriving shortly. They've had some domestic issues to settle
>Twilight leans over to the dragon and whispers something before turning back to you and smiling
"Captain von Verbogen is too much... you can call me von Verbogen or even Namenlos, my first name. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get changed."
>the ponies giggle
>"Okay, Namenlos." they reply in unison
>fafter changing, you just stand around in the room. Not much happens
>then suddenly, a brilliant flash of light fills the throne room
>you use your face to cover your eyes as the spectacle is too bright to watch
>the smell of a crisp summer day fills your nostrils
>you move your hand and look
>in front of you, stand four ponies
>They look... different from the six you were interacting with
>the central one is quite regal looking indeed, with an exquisite snow-white coat, long, tapered horn, a pair of feathered wings and gorgeous gold jewelry
>a smaller, dark blue pony stands next to her
>you must say, she is quite a looker, though it is quite hard to admit that to yourself
>on the white pony's other side, a pink pony eyes you curiously
>these two also have long, tapered horns and wings
>finally, a much more masculine looking pony is standing firm on the side of the pink one
>he is dressed in what could only be described as a military style uniform
>where these... the princesses?
>the one in the military uniform looked more like a prince
>"Princess Celestia! Princess Luna! Princess Cadence! Shiny!"
>Twilight jumped up and ran over to greet the four ponies
>her five friends followed suit
>so that answered your question
>they are indeed the princesses
>the ponies hugged and greeted one another as though they were the best of friends, before finally, all eyes fell upon you
>"Is this the mystery creature that you talked about, Twilight?" the white one Twilight called 'Princess Celestia' asked
>"Yes, it or rather, he, is." Twilight replied
>"Most intriguing. Such a peculiar body shape..." the one named 'Luna' added on
>you grew a bit uneasy
>while still a considerable amount taller than them, there was a certain... aura emanating from these new arrivals that you couldn't ignore
>the Celestia one in particular had an aura of power that was particularly strong
>you stand there, observing
>the Luna one stops in front of you and looks up at you
>her horn lights up and you can feel the medals on your waffenrock move
>what kind of fucking sorcery is this?
"Hey! be careful with those. That Iron Cross is not replaceable."
>"Iron Cross? huh. Is that like your cutie mark?"
>Cutie mark? what?
>now the 'Cadence' pony and 'Shiny' pony have joined in on the fun, so to speak
>Cadence looks over at Luna and the two...girls? giggle a little
>"I must say, he is quite well dressed and maybe even a little cute."
>you blush and back up a bit
>Shiny pony gazes at you with a steely expression
>bearing game on point
>"Are you in any military service, strange one?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am."
>Shiny's deep voice throws you off
>maybe Shiny is a prince... not a princess
"I'm an officer in the Deustchen Wehrmacht."
>"Deutschen Wehrmacht?"
"My country's army. Best in the world."
>"Your country?"
>that seems to have caught Celestia's attention
>"And what country would that be?"
"Uh... Germany..."
>"Germany... not on this planet, I presume." she chuckles
>"You must tell us all more about yourself, and your kind."
"I guess I can do that. I guess I'm completely alien to you?"
>"Correct"
"Well, alright."
>"Let's go somewhere where we can all have a seat." Twilight suggests
>"Good idea, Twilight." Celestia nods in agreement
>you follow the group as they walk down the crystal halls into a massive, gilded room
>inside, plush sofas and large, soft cushions, big enough for even someone the size of Goering to sit down and lie down comfortably are placed around a large, warming fireplace
>the ponies all group together onto three large sacks, leaving the rest of the furnishings available for you to choose
>going with a comfortable looking sofa, you sit down and remove your cover and pistol
>everyone in the room turns and looks at you
>"do enlighten us, dear guest." Luna begins
"I will try to. what do you guys want to know?"
>"well, your name would be nice. perhaps a bit about your world, what kind of a time you were living in and some knowledge about your kind."
"OK. Well... i'm Captain Namenlos von Verbogen. You can just call be von Verbogen or Namenlos."
"Anyways... I come from an extremely powerful nation on my planet. You could say we're the masterrace, though I don't really care too much about that assertion. My kind has become the master of our planet, really. We've come up with marvelous ways of curing disease, grow food, and our ingenuity has allowed us to become the apex predator."
>at those final four words, the ponies go slightly wide-eyed
"Anyways... we were embroiled in a war. Our powerful army has managed to destroy the rather feeble resistance in the countries that opposed us and I was participating in a fierce city battle when I just... dropped into this world with my company of 250 men..."
>Celestia pipes up
>"wait... Namenlos... you mean to tell me that there are more creatures like you? Do tell... what kind of species even are you?"
"Well... I'm a human. We're a kind of... super-smart super animal."
>"Super animal.. interesting. Well you mentioned war... what kind of wars do you guys fight... the whole concept is quite foreign to us, since we have been at relative peace for over a millennium."
>With that last sentence, Celestia starts to look a little nervous
>you don't really take much notice of that
"Well... we are fighting quite a new kind of war. Propaganda calls it Blitzkrieg or lightning war. We use a lot of motorized things and rapid fire weapons to move quickly and efficiently against the enemy."
>"Interesting.... fire weapons... you mentioned that there were more of your kind here. Would you mind if you took us out and let us see them?"
"I suppose. We can go and take a look."
>you lead these curious creatures outside
>as soon as you walk out, a couple of Gefreiters and an unteroffizier milling around snap to attention
"At ease. Unteroffizier?"
>the sergeant once again, snaps to attention
"Find Oberleutnant Fruhling, please."
>"Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann."
"Anyways, these are my men erm..."
>you turn to the white pony/horse by your side
"erm..."
>"Princess Celestia." she states
"Princess Celestia. We are an armored infantry company, so we have some heavy equipment. Feel free to take a look around."
>the dark blue one has already taken off
>"This stuff is most interesting! Say, are these diesel powered contraptions? Here, we've only managed to make diesel engines small enough for large scale industrial application!"
>looking over nervously at the blue blur, you turn back to celestia
"I better make sure she doesn't hurt herself."
>a lot of your soldiers are watching with great curiosity as this blue pony weaves between the parked trucks, half tracks and tanks
"Hey, wait up. Be careful, there's a lot of dangerous stuff over here."
>"Dangerous? You don't even have swords or spears. This stuff just looks super cool!"
>Luna stops beside a tank
>The crew, who were smoking on top of the vehicle, stop and look at you uneasily
>"Uh... sir...?"
"Don't worry, Feldwebel... she is benign."
>"Okay. Unterfeldwebel, pass me a smoke."
>Luna was tapping at the sturdy, steel treads of the machine
>"Is this some kind of weird animal you've managed to enslave and serve as a beast of war or something?"
"No, rather... it is a beast we have managed to create with our own hands. This is a beast of steel, dear Princess."
>"you... made this? that's funny, Hauptmann. How could someone as small as you make something as huge as this?"
"Well I didn't make it personally... we have a lot of factories that make these things."
>"I see... we have factories too, just not tooled to produce such a thing. What is it named?"
"This? the panzerkampfwage VI. Tiger."
>"The panzerkamp... six... Tiger?"
>"Sounds sexy"
>she proceeds to examine the tank, including sticking her face directly infront of the Radio operator's MG34
>Celestia and the others had joined you at this point
>you noticed that the Feldwebel was staring at the gathering wide-eyed
"Trust me Feldwebel, they are kind and will do us no harm."
>Celestia examines every detail of the tank and inspects everything, down to the last wrinkle in the steel armor plating the tank
>"This machine... is most interesting. Do you happen to have any more?"
"Why... I do. A platoon of three came through to this world with us during our assault. Why?"
>"Just interested. Do you use these beasts in packs? Like a pack of wolves hunting?"
"I suppose you can put it like that."
>"And I noticed that your men all held weird looking... contraptions. What's the point of that? Are those tools used to fix these things and the accompanying machines?"
>you laugh at the visual that popped into your mind
>a squad of riflemen, trying to get the tread of a Tiger I back on with a couple of Mausers and an MP40
"No, Princess. Those are our weapons. We were fighting a war, remember?"
>"Well...those are some weird looking weapons. They don't have an edge or a sharpened tip. I'd have thought that using this beast was more than enough to defeat any opponent. Is it not enough?"
>you shake your head
"It is not. There are tanks-these things-that are capable of defeating even the mighty Tiger. And Tigers can get swarmed by foot soldiers so we have infantry to protect them. They use their rifles and other guns-the sticks they hold in their hands-to fight back."
>Celestia nods. But she seems disconnected, as though she was thinking deeply about something
>"Quite interesting indeed. Where do you plan on staying for the night?"
"We have a ton of gear... It wouldn't be too hard to just stake out a perimeter to camp for the night. We're used to that kind of thing anyways."
>"That works. Before you guys turn in for the night, can we have some discussions in private, back in the castle. Twilight, would that be ok with you?"
>"Absolutely, Princess Celestia"
>Celestia beckons for Luna to follow her
>Cadence and Shiny, along with Twilight and her friends go about and do more exploring
>You watch as some of your men begin to interact a little with the strange creatures
>Walking back inside, you are flanked by the two princesses
>Luna has a big grin on her face and is panting a little
"Have fun out there?"
>"I had a lot of fun, for it was most exciting to see such awesome pieces of machinery. You humans must be truly brilliant."
>Celestia beckons you over
>"Dearest Hauptmann... your amazing display of strength has led me to discuss some important matters with you."
>you immediately perk up
>"Our nation has been at peace for many hundreds of years. We get the occasional... disturbance, but we've not had to fight a war against a foreign state in quite literally a millennium."
>"However, there are rumors... rumors of a growing force. A force that seems to be more and more resentful to my rule."
>You've got to be shitting me
>literally less than a day in and you're already getting asked to fight a war?
>"We aren't asking you to fight.. just patrols and report back. You have the equipment and you seem very professional. I trust that you can carry out your job well, yes?"
"I... I guess. But what's in it for us?"
>"If you keep my borders safe, I can assure you there will be... plenty of rewards. Land, gold... possibly more if you choose. Whatever is physically possible and reasonable, I will provide."
"Seems fair... it's not like we have anything to do in the mean time. But there aren't a lot of us..."
>"Then I can arrange for my armies to begin training with you, if you wish. We can also see that some factories be retooled to allow for the production of whatever you need. It seems you have a lot of sophisticated equipment that may need replacing."
"That is correct. Seems fair enough. So when do we start?"
>Thank god these ponies have diesel
>the rail infrastructure just isn't capable of handling the massive tiger tanks... or even the half tracks
>it's been a month since you've arrived
>you've learned quite a bit about this place
>Those unicorns, with their magic, made the retooling of factories an effortless task
>now with freshly replenished ammunition stores and with field uniforms newly repaired, your company of soldiers marches (or is it motors) towards the rugged frontier of Equestria
>some military officers in the Equestrian army tag along, observing
>pulling out your notebook, you read through some of the notes that you had taken at a briefing with Celestia and some other officials a few days earlier
>"... bad lands... desert. Dragons... griffons... hostile, been getting more and more aggressive. Reports of isolated attacks on soldiers in outposts... incursion into their land is not recommended."
>Interesting...
>another twenty or so minutes of riding off road passes before the entire column halts
>you get out and your Hauptfeldwebel gets out
"Why have we stopped?"
>you walk up to the front of the column, where a Panzergrenadier, clutching an MP40 stood in front of a sign
>"WARNING: ENTERING BADLANDS AUTONOMOUS REGION. DRAGONS AHEAD."
>the private looks at you and asks
>"Sir... do we go on ahead?"
>before you can respond, an Equestrian military officer struts up to you and answers for you
>"Of course you go! The Princesses gave orders to observe activity inside the autonomous regions."
>you turn and look down at the pony
>you give him a sour look and turn back towards the private
"Yes, Private, let's move. I'm moving up to the front of the column so I can observe."
>"Yes Sir. Let's get moving."
>you clamber into the lead truck, next to the driver
>there is a sense of unease as the column lurches forward and crosses into the hostile region
>the entire column moves slowly
>you can hear the sand and rocks underneath the tires of the truck grind as you make your way through this unforgiving terrain
>the drive is quiet
>the driver hums panzerlied as you clean out your Walther's magazine and fiddle around with the shoulder marks
>it's quite uneventful...
>almost too quiet
>in the distance, as the sun sets, you spot a large oasis
"Unteroffizier,"
>you beckon to your driver
"Head towards that oasis... will be a good place to refuel and buckle down for the night. We can replenish our water and the trees give us some cover."
>"Jawohl."
>the oasis is a decent size
>the shade has kept a lot of the surrounding ground relatively warm and the water in the actual oasis is refreshingly cool
"Hauptfeldwebel, make sure every man fills his canteen and disinfects the water."
>"Jawohl."
>the vehicles have been parked in a defensive formation, with the tanks forming a loose outer ring
>as the men finish filling their canteens, many go and start grabbing the tents and other gear out of the trucks and others work together to get fuel to the thirsty vehicles
>there is an uneasy stillness in the air
>something doesn't seem quite right, but there really isn't much you can do
>let's just get the stuff set up and eat chow. It's getting dark
>within an hour, a large number of khaki colored tents are standing, forming a ring around the oasis
>men are stripping down, out of their dust covered gray M36 field coats and into undershirts and shorts
>many of the guys or kids really, joke and mess around
>a few clean their rifles to get the grit and dust out of the actions and above all, out of the sensitive ammunition
>north africa veterans for sure
>you sit down on a rock, and watch as the red orange sun sets below the horizon
>some fires started by your men to heat food lights up the encampment
>guys are signing songs, laughing and eating
>it's just like back on Earth
>*Schwaff*
>the distinct sound of a longbow arrow cutting through the air catches your attention
>a scream from someone, in the darkness, followed by panic from your men, suddenly overwhelms your sense of serenity
>you're under attack
"WHO WAS HIT?"
>"ONE OF THE MILITARY OBSERVERS, SIR!"
>your men break into complete chaos
>at least with firearms, you can see where the shots are coming from
"GET THOSE TIGERS STARTED NOW! TAKE COVER! ALL MEN, TO ARMS!"
>the Tigers' crews jump up, and crouching, rush towards the tanks
>within a minute or so, the mighty roar of four Maybach V-12s drowns out the noise of your men
>You grab your helmet and run through the panic-stricken men
"GET ON THOSE MGs, KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!"
>you holler that line over and oer
>your men begin to regroup and use the vegetation and a small sand berm near the encampment as cover
>as you rush through the lines, you stumble upon the body of the downed pony
>his uniform's gold collar is stained red with blood
>an arrow had gone straight through his neck
>there's no time to think, you have get your men into a defensive position
>the tigers have repositioned and are now all facing in the general direction from which the arrow came
>it's almost pitch black
>your camp fires will broadcast your position to anyone within 50 miles of you
>but it's too late to put them out
>you have to sit tight and wait
>just wait
>they're coming
>you can feel it
>a rumble echoes down from the mountains around you
>they're directly in front of you, but the darkness makes it hard to see
>however, the fires behind you outline yu and your men perfectly
>a mass of black blots out the sliver of moonlight
>arrows
"INCOMING!"
>the hail of steel tipped projectiles rains down upon your men
>one skids harmlessly off your stahlhelm, and into the sand beside you
"FIRE AT WILL!"
>you give the order to fire but there is seemingly nothing to shoot at
>some of your panicked men begin to blindly fire off
>the two military observers still alive clasp their ears as the sharp crack of rifles pierce the night
"SOMEONE QUICK, WE NEED TOPUT THOSE DAMN FIRES OUT"
>you beckon over a radio operator
"get me on line with the tigers. NOW!"
>the radio cackles to life
>"SIR, WE ARE BEING FIRED UPON BUT WE CAN'T MAKE ANY VISUAL CONFIRMATIONS!"
>it's Leutnant Abel
"CALM DOWN LEUTNANT! WE NEED YOU TO SHOOT SOME SMOKE GRENADES, WE NEED COVER AS WE PUT THE FIRES OUT!"
>"Y...YES SIR!"
>seconds later, massive plumes of gray smoke form
>it's impossible to see more than a yard in front of you
"Two men, you and you"
>you point to two scared obergefreiters
"Get those damn fires put out!"
>"Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann"
>"Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann!"
>as they leave, your turn over your shoulder
>it's the Hauptfeldwebel
>the damn spiess
>he's stuck by you through these intense moments of chaos
"Hauptfeldwebel! I need you to run through and tell some of the men to get flares up after the smoke clears a bit! We need to make visual contact so we can start lighting these sons of bitches up!"
>"Jawohl!"
>you turn towards one of the visibly shaken pony officers
"Let's get ready to fuck some shit up."
>as the smokescreen dissipates, a couple of luminous flares light up the ground in front of you
>you can't believe your eyes
>500 meters away, stand at least a thousand griffons? They are holding swords, spears and longbows. Many are wearing chain and plated armor
>what the fuck
>they are visibly disoriented, probably from the choking smoke that has now drifted towards them and the intense light of the chemical flares
>now is your chance
"STAND TO! ALL MEN, PICK A TARGET! FIRE AT WILL!"
>there is momentary pause
>the radio operator, still standing behind you, is still holding the radio
>it comes back to life
>"Sir... are we to fire too?"
"YES LEUTNANT! Dump some shrapnel and your MGs into those things! Now!"
>all at once, the defeaning noise of 4 8.8cm Kwk 36 L/56 guns and hundreds of small arms going off tears through the air
>panic is evident among the enemy lines as the griffons scramble to look for cover
>your men are dropping the creatures at an impressive rate
>one shot
>one kill
>pulling your walther out, you rally your men
"GIVE THOSE FUCKERS HELL!"
>then something changes
>as a second volley of flares go up, you can see the steely resolve in your adversary's eyes
>They're getting ready to charge, just like the damn russians
>they are going to kill you, regardless of how man of them fall in the process
>"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
>the combined war cry of thousands of these beasts strikes fear into your heart
>you have the edge in firepower, but can you repel this many of them?
>there is only one order left to give
"FIX... BAYONETS!"
>officers and NCOs throughout the lines repeat the order
>the soldiers carrying rifles attached the fearsome weapons to the ends of their rifles, as some men armed with MP40s and machine guns blazed away in the general direction of the enemy
>huge plumes of dust and sand were kicked up as the tigers unleashed round after round of devastating shrapnel ammunition
>the military observers were completely overwhelmed
>one even had to take a seat
>the sound of the first wave of enemy combatants is getting louder
"FIRE FASTER, POUR IN MORE FIRE! LET'S GO!"
>your men fight with the ferocity and desperation of a caged lion
>amazingly, you realize that you have yet to take a single human casualty
>but that doesn't necessarily mean you won't take any at all
>the screams of your men as they bellow to each other for ammo or for targets and the battle call of your foe creates a great cacophony of noise
>then suddenly, only human voices are heard
"CEASE FIRE!"
>the order travels down the line of men
>eerie silence
>the moans of those unlucky enough to have been hit by fire, but not lucky enough to die or go unconscious become the final measures of the concerto of war
>it's a horrific sound
>you realize that in your 4 years of wartime service in war, you've never experienced something quite this horrible
>it was a complete rout
"Is everyone OK?"
>a few weak "yes"s answers your question
"hold tight... they may come again."
>an intense three hours pass
>nothing
>the sun has begun to rise
>and they have not come again
>it's time to reap a grim harvest
>a harvest of bodies
>after eating breakfast without incident, and with sentries reporting absolutely no activity, you tell your men to go out and tally the bodies
>already, the smell of death permeates the air
>corpses have already begun to swell under the ferocious desert sun
>it seems as your harvest will be a bountiful one
>your men walk about in the open, counting bodies
>the one casualty you sustained is wrapped in a poncho and kept in the shade
>standing on top of one of the Tigers, you survey the utter carnage
>it's awe inspiring
>your little outpost held off thousands of these things, and killed hundreds in the process
>you feel like the defenders of the station at Rorke's Drift
>the faint aroma of gunpowder lingers in the air
>don't you just love the smell of gunpowder in the morning?
>your men now stack the bodies into sizable piles
>some take souvenirs
>a helmet, a dagger, some personal items
>you jump down from the Tiger and walk up to one of the Equestria observers
>the expression on his face is one of utter shock
"What do you think?"
>the grey stallion is speechless
>"I... I did not know such a small force could boast so much fire power... It leaves me in complete shock after having witnessed such a tremendous spectacle. You may be the answer to all of our problems, dear von Verbogen."
>you chuckle nervously
"I don't know about that... I think we need to get to Celestia and tell her about what happened. This was not just some sporadic event. They tracked us down and tried to eliminate us. And we need to get that body back before it stinks up the whole convoy."
>"I agree. Bodycount?"
"Give me a sec."
>you turn and head off towards the open ground where your men are piling bodies
"Someone give me an estimate on the numbers of casualties we inflicted!"
>you Spiess yells from behind a pile of bodies
>"We counted around 700, sir!"
>well damn, a 700 to 1 kill ratio isn't bad, is it?
"good work. Get the men back and get ready to get back on the move... We need to report back to Celestia. This attack was no accident or some random event."
>"Yes sir!"
>you ride back in the truck carrying the body of the fallen pony
>Captain Green clover was his name
>30, father of one. a ten year veteran of the army
>besides you, a young leutnant is sharing down at his dirty boots
"What's wrong, Leutnant?"
>"I... I just... it was too much, sir."
>you sigh
>he must be one of the newer Leutnants
>fresh-faced, only a little stubble and sligh build
>he looks no older than maybe 20
"Hey. Just stick close to me from now on, OK?"
>"Y..Yes sir..."
>with that, you lay back and close your eyes
>flashbacks of the vicious fighting playout in your memory as you drift off into an exhaustion-induced sleep
>finally, the end of the grueling 22 hour drive back to canterlot is in sight
>around you, some of the guys are quietly cleaning their gear, others sleeping while still others are playing cards
>lifting up the canvas cover of the bed of the truck, you watch as the ponies and buildings in downtown Canterlot fly by
>another twenty minutes later, and the convoy stops
>you jump out of the truck and proceed towards the front of the convoy
>Celestia and Luna are there to personally meet with you
>they seem rather nervous
>"So... how did it go?"
>you look at the sun princess as she finishes asking
"Not too good. We were ambushed at took one casualty. But that's not the bad part. The bad part is the fact that the attack seemed to be deliberate. Like we had been followed, and they attacked with such force it was clear they bore intent to completely eradicate us."
>Celestia and Luna glance nervously at one another
>"We best discuss this in the castle. Are your men tired? Have them go back to their quarters and rest while we talk about our next moves."
"Okay."
>you run back towards the first truck
>poking your head inside, you tell the driver to radio the Spiess
"Tell the Spiess to get everyone back to the barracks."
>before the driver can reply, you've run to the truck you were riding in
>poking your head inside, you point at two men sitting on the right side
"You two, get your rifles, and get the body out."
>you jump into the vehicle and find the Leutnant from earlier
"Leutnant... um."
>"Leutnant Abel sir."
"Abel. Come with me."
>you jump back out, followed by the Leutnant and the two men carrying the poncho-wrapped body
"Alright you three, come with me."
>as your men get out of the trucks and form up for company roll, you and your three guys walk briskly along, towards the castle entrance
"you two, stay by the body until i get orders for you. Abel, come with me."
>and with that, you entire the castle, where Celestia and Luna are waiting
>you and abel head into the castle
>The two royal sisters stand their and greet you
>you return their greeting with a solemn bow
"The body is outside. We need to talk about this attack."
>"B...body?"
>you look at Luna
"Yes body. We took a casualty, remember."
>Luna winces
"It's combat, get used to it, Princess."
"Anyways, we need to discuss this occurrence, urgently."
>Celestia nods
>"I agree. But we need to do something with the casualty. Show me the soldier who was killed."
>you nod and beckon the Princesses to follow
>Abel, who looked rather dazed during the whole conversation, perhaps taken aback by two talking ponies, hastily put his schrimmutze on and followed
>outside, your two men were standing by idly, smoking until you stepped outside
>immediately, the soldiers snapped to attention and discarded their cigarettes
>you point to the drab poncho at the soldiers' feet
"In there."
>Luna cringes a little, and backs up behind you
"Open it up."
>you order one of the soldiers
>he nods and hesitantly crouches down
>Luna hides behind you, but pokes her head past your body, a morbid sense of curiosity driving her
>Celestia stands by, stoic as always
>a strange smell emanates from the poncho as it is unwrapped
>inside is the body of the downed captain
>his face is still grotesquely distorted from obvious pain
>the uniform, still stained with his dried blood, is now getting tight, as the corpse has begun to swell
>Celestia lets out a small gasp, and Luna, regretting her decision to look, shrieks in horror
>she grabs your waist and buries her face into your back
>"no no no nono no!"
>Celestia looks grimly at the body
>"Well... there isn't anything we can do for him. Let's get the body to the morgue so it can be properly embalmed and then set on ice."
>you nod
"You two, commandeer a truck and get that thing to the morque. We will notify next of kin. I have matters to tend to now. Princesses, the discussion...?"
>"Yes. Come, von Verbogen. Come on Luna and erm...?"
>"Leutnant Abel, Ma'am."
>"come."
>Celestia leads the three of you into her private chambers
>"this coversation cannot be heard by anyone other than us, for if this information leaks out, we may have a full-blown war on our hands."
>you scoff
"Dear Princess, we may already have a war on our hands. We just don't know how big of a war we have."
>you sit down on an extravagant sofa in her room
>Celestia sighs
>she sits down, along with Luna and Abel, on the same sofa
>"I don't want to discuss actual fighting. I want to talk about what we can do to be prepared."
>you nod in agreement
"I suggest, that you reverse engineer some weapons we have, and begin production of them. Some factories have already been retooled to manufacture uniforms, uniform items and replacement parts and ammo for us, why not just go the whole nine yards and start making things like tanks and guns?"
>Celestia listens intently, and this discussion about weapons of war seems to have perked Luna's interest
"Just modify these weapons to accommodate for the anatomical differences in our species. I have over 100 men who are proficient in all aspects of war and who can be put to work retraining your army for a new kind of war. It won't be that hard for these 100 men to train 1000, who can in turn propagate that training throughout your army. Agree?"
>"I agree."
>Celestia then looks curiously
>"But what if I need your men for missions in the borderlands? Or if I need your men for dealing with domestic threats?"
"Well, it seems your magic has been capable of dealing with domestic threats just fine. Border threats... well... we can't hold off large assaults forever. We need to get your soldiers trained... Or..."
>a crazy idea, an idea that borders the impossible pops into your mind
>"Or what? Don't leave me haning!"
"Or... We could..."
"Maybe... you could reopen that portal... and we can try to get more of our soldiers through the portal into this world."
>Everyone's jaw drops
>"Namenlos... " Luna starts
>"that's-"
>"Impossible"
>Celestia finishes her sister's sentence
"Why? Why is it impossible? It happened once before."
>Celestia sighs and shakes her head
>"That portal was opened by accident. A magic spell gone awry. I was performing a bunch of spells to make sure my magical powers were not going rusty, but all that pent up energy somehow ended up messing one single teleportation spell up... and that ended up happening."
"But can't you save your energy? Have it build up again and just try to get that to happen. We are going to need men and machines. 250 of us isn't a lot to begin with and with escalation almost certain, that number will seem even smaller
>"To signify the responsibility you will be entrusted with, under royal decree, you are now promoted to Marshall of Equestria. You will also serve as a comissioned officer in the Equestrian army. You need to choose an Aide as well."
>Oberleutnant Fruhling, who had been your second in command from Thr Netherlands to Kiev, was not even given a thought
"Leutnant Abel is suitable, I think."
>Celestia nods
>"Very well."
>she produces a set of Generalmajor shoulder boards
>"Generalmajor Abel, you will serve as Marshall von Verbogen's chief aide. I have great faith in you two. And as a result, a tremendous weight has been placed upon your shoulders. Godspeed."
>"Now, we must convene a meeting of all staff at once!"
>Celestia goes outside her quarters, and through the doors, you watch as she whispers something into the ears of a guard nearby
>he dashes off and Celestia comes back in
>"Let's go to the dining room, where we can be at peace."
>you sit quietly, next to the head seat of the table
>Abel sits quietly, next to you, picking at his shrimmutze
>all around you, officers whom you presume to be part of Celestia's general staff sit quietly, covers on the table, cigars puffing away
>among them is 'Shiny'
>never occurred to you before, but is his name really 'Shiny'?
>the sound of horseshoes clacking down on the hard marble floors draws everyones' attention
>As Celestia's head and body appear through the doorway, a uniformed stallion jolts up
>"ATTENTION ON- DECK!"
>instantly, everyone snaps to attention
>"at ease, everypony."
>At Celestia's word, everyone sits back down and nervously glances amongst themselves
>Celestia sits at the head of the table, with Luna taking a seat across from you
>she shoots you a small smile, before going completely stone-faced
>"Gentecolts, gentlemen, I have gathered you here to discuss a grave matter. And I will need your utmost cooperation."
>Celestia's voice draws everyone's attention
>Celestia's tone is grim and serious
>"Haup-Field Marshall von Verbogen here was just on a patrol, on the outer edges of our vast kingdom. I think what he just experienced should be told to everyone."
>you nod your head
"Yes... gentlemen... we seem to have a situation. I understand that for months now, there have been isolated reports of attacks on Equestrian-excuse me-OUR soldiers. And the talk of rebellion have been at the edges of many pairs of lips for months as well. But, never has a concentrated force of such magnitude been brought to bear against an Equestrian formation. They deliberately attacked us, in the middle of the night yesterday, and killed one of us."
>"This is nothing less than an act of war. Agree?"
>Celestia's statement takes many by surprise
>"Your... your majesty..."
>Shiny is the first to speak
>some of the generals begin to glance nervously at each other
>"That is a very bold statement.. your majesty!"
>"I understand, Shining Armor. But that kind of aggression can only be taken as a deliberate act of war!"
>Aha! Shining armor is his name
>another officer speaks up
>"but your majesty, We are in no condition to fight a war!"
>"please explain, major general." Celestia tells the officer who just spoke up
>"We have thousands of soldiers, but many are poorly trained, poorly armed and ill equipped. Our armies can't fight a long, sustained war of attrition, which is a tactic these scoundrels almost certainly will resort to. Magic can't be used to fight either, we just don't have enough of it to deal with a concentrated force. We certainly can't win if they rebels manage to get foreign help. We aren't ready to wage a war and we, in our current condition, certainly can't either."
>Shining Armor pipes up
>"I agree, your majesty. And what will the rabble do if news breaks out? They will surely go to the streets and exhibit anarchical behavior. We can't do it, Princess. We must negotiate!"
>Princess Celestia glances at you before shifting her gaze to the two rambling officers, then to Luna and finally back to you
"That is unacceptable! We will not negotiate with an enemy that has openly attacked us! Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, you do agree, right?"
>the major General butts in before Celestia or Luna answer
>"NO! We cannot wage a war!"
>"Besides, how would we even supply our army? It's so spread out, and many outposts are very isolated." Shining adds on
"ENOUGH!"
>this whining and the constant use of the phrase 'Can't' has agitated you and now, you've been pushed over the edge
>pulling out your ceremonial dagger, you embed the steel blade into the table
"ENOUGH OF THIS 'CAN'T' BULLSHIT! IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU? DO YOU WANT THESE SONS OF BITCHES..."
>you point right at the complaining officers and look straight at Celestia
"TO FUCK OVER YOUR ENTIRE NATION? BECAUSE THESE SHITHEADS ARE SUGGESTING WE JUST BEND ON OVER AND LET WHATEVER THE FUCK IS REBELLING AGAINST YOUR RULE FUCK US IN THE ASS. YOU REALLY WANT THAT?"
>Celestia tries to calm you by placing a soft hoof on your shoulder
>"Wait von Ver-"
"ARE YOU? IF YOU WERE SMART YOU'D HAND OVER THE ENTIRETY OF THE MILITARY AND HAVE US TRAIN IT FOR WAR. NEGOTIATING WILL ONLY RESULT IN TROUBLE FOR US! WE WILL NOT NEGOTIATE!"
>the aristocratic officers of Celestia's military talk worriedly amongst themselves while you huff angrily
>one speaks up
>"Celestia, you cannot hand over our men to... to these strangers! That would be disastrous to the security of our kingdom!"
"Stranger? I don't think Celestia would put the rank of Field Marshall of any old stranger, Lieutenant General."
>the LtGen is at a loss for words
"What I thought. Now, Princess. Are we going to negotiate and let the bastards cuck us? Or are we going to do the right thing and get this rusty machine ready for war?"
>Celestia looks concerned
>"I agree about not negotiating, but are we really ready for a war?"
>she looks at her sister
>"Dear Luna, what is your opinion on the matter?"
>Luna places a hoof under her chin
>"I think that... while we certainly have the industry to sustain a war, we may need some time to get soldiers and equipment on the ground, at the front. Especially if we go through with the whole retraining of the army under the humans."
>"WHAT??"
>the cries of all the officers on the board combined instantly causes Luna to snap her attention away from her sister
>"Trained... by that human? What is this madness?" one of them objects
"Need I remind you that I come from a place where war is as much a part of our culture as religion is. We live and we breathe war and my kind has been shaped by conflict. If you want people to train your soldiers for war, we would be ideal for that task."
>"I will NOT obey your orders!"
"you will obey them. Need I remind everyone here that I am the most senior ranking officer here?":
>silence
>just what you thought
"Now Celestia, what do you think? Will we go ahead with training and militarization of industry?"
>"I think that sounds like a game plan."
"Good. now we need to start on a schedule and inform the citizens of your country. The proclamation to your subjects will be interpreted as a declaration of war, you must realize that."
>"I do. You I'm new to this game?"
>you smile
"Forgive me."
>Celestia grins back
"Anyways... the training will take time. We need to get the soldiers focused on the areas of the attacks and based on what I've experienced and the reports I've seen, most of the attacks have been focused in the southern region of the empire. We need to pull soldiers in from the north and outer edges of the empire from the east and the west as well. The we will begin training those first few soldiers. The rest will be used to fortify positions in the south. If all hell breaks loose, they'll need to fight a stalling action while we get a new model infantry regiment trained."
>"Sounds like a plan."
>many of the officers are disgusted by what little say they've had
>the get and one by one, dismiss themselves
>inside, you laugh as you watch the sour faces pass by you
"Alright Princess. I need to get back to my men and brief them on the upcoming mission. good night, Celestia. Good night Luna."
>you give a small bow to the younger princess
>"Oh um Marshall... you don't need to sleep in the barracks any longer. You can reside in the castle, with your aide. The barracks are for common soldiers and junior officers."
"OK Princess!"
>you don't really process her offer
>you just need to get back to the men
>then suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks
>your aide
>you've forgotten
>about
>Fruhling
>you hope that the blunder is not a big one
>Fruhling is, after all a level-headed and able officer
>he will get promoted one way or another
>but back to the mission
>walking into the living area, you are greeted by a corporal
>he looks at your rank insignia, face full of confusion
"Long story, Gefreiter. Now I must address everyone before we have lights out."
>"Y-Yes sir!"
>the room goes quiet as you and Abel stride to the middle of the barracks floor
>Fruhling is right in the front
>shit
>avoiding eye contact, you begin to speak
"Alright. We've had a hell of a time these last two days. And the road is going to get bumpier. Celestia has asked that we begin to train the soldiers of her army, slowly but surely to turn it into a formidable force. She will supply the weapons, gear and men, we will supply the information needed. So tomorow, by 0900, I need all of my officers and non commissioned men to be outside this building, and we will go to the royal palace for our meeting. Other than that, it's going to be a normal day of gear maintenance and PT. Also, those showing up tomorrow, bring all of your personal gear, and also at least one of each small arm we have in our possesion. Carry on."
>"CARRY ON, AYE SIR!"
>you can feel Fruhling approaching as you face and step off
>shit
>turning around, you are face to face with Oberleutnant Fruhling
>"Evening sir."
"Good evening, Oberleutnant."
>you can tell he is eyeing the new gold shoulder boards you are wearing
>"Promoted?"
"yup."
>"I see."
>Generalmajor Abel then appears behind you
>"Sir, are we going?"
>Fruhling's eyes open
>"Abel? when did you get promoted?"
>shit
>"I was chosen to be von Verbogen's aide, Oberleutnant."
>"By whom?"
>Abel points at you
>Fruhling nods slowly
>"I see..."
>you stare blankly past Fruhling
>it was difficult to tell when he was mad, but you knew Fruhling well
>and you could tell he was not taking the promotion of Abel well
>why did you not pick Fruhling! You let your emotions get in the way of making a professional decision
>"well herr Generalfeldmarschall, herr Generalmajor, I must attend to the men."
>Fruhling nods curtly in abel's direction before giving you a piercing glance
"Abel, let's go."
>Abel draws in his breath and the two of you exit the barracks
>a cold wind lashes as the two of you walk from the barracks to the palace grounds
>"Sir, why did you not chose Fruhling? He was your right hand man for years."
"I on't know and it was a stupid decision."
>Abel recoils
"No, I don't mean I regret making you my aide-well that's not true. But I regret the decision not because I think you are incompetent, but because Fruhling simply should have been promoted. He is more experienced. You understand where I'm coming from?"
>Abel nods
>"I understand sir."
"Well, I don't think Celestia will be too pleased if I backtrack and I don't think you will be either. I'm sure Fruhling will get promoted one way or another. He is an excellent officer. I just hope he cools down a bit. He doesn't look like it, but inside, the man can be a ticking time-bomb sometimes. I've seen it happen first hand."
>Abel slowly nods
"Anyways. We better rest up and get ready for tomorrow. Big day ahead of us."
>as the two of you enter the castle, a guard tells you two to follow him
>he leads you two to two adjacent rooms
>"your quarters, generals."
"Thank you." you both respond
>"Well, good night sir."
"Good night, Abel."
>you push open the heavy doors of your room
>it's extravagantly furnished, with an exceptionally done paint job
>the floors are made of large slabs of marble and large, plush carpets cover some parts of the floor
>it's breath taking, especially some of the finer details of the room, like a gorgeous painting of a warrior hanging over your desk
>a rustling from behind the bed catches your attention
>you walk towards your bed
"Who's there?"
>shit... has Fruhling come to get revenge
>suddenly a thousand thoughts go through your mind a second
>how did he get here so fast?
>how did he even know?
>is it really him?
>this doesn't seem like something he would do...
>you reach for your pistol
>or at least for where you normally would have put it
>except you stopped wearing that thing a while ago
>it's still hanging in your old office, in the barracks
>dagger it is then!
>no edge, but it still has a sharp point
>you reach for your dagger
>your hand hits an empty scabbard
>fucking shit
>your dagger is still in the table
>suddenly, the thing pops up from behind the bed
>without thinking, you rush it, in an attempt to subdue it with brute force
"AHHHHHHHH!"
>"ahhhh!"
>it's not Fruhling
>whoops
>"Get off me, you're heavy!"
"LUNA? What the hell are you doing?"
>"nothing! I'm just exploring!"
"Exploring? Exploring what?"
>the moon princess makes a gesture with her fore arms
>"exploring EVERYTHING!"
>getting up, you brush yourself off
"What are you doing here?"
>your tone makes it clear you want a serious answer
>Luna gets up and walks past you, situating herself on top of your bed
>"I just want to talk about these military things with you."
"It's late, I have things to do tomorrow and you want to talk about what?"
>"military things. Like the technologies you guys have. I find that stuff most intriguing."
"What-listen can you just leave and we can talk about it later. I need to get cleaned up for bed."
>the moon horse rolls over and looks up at you
>"No. Go shower and then we can have talks about these things after. I'll wait. I have all night."
"what. you have all night but you don't have to do much tomorrow."
>"Go."
>you give Luna a passing glance as you walk towards the bathroom
>no use fighting it, she's stubborn
>you close the door and ease out of your waffenrock
>a sigh escapes your lips as your neck is finally able to get some relief from the stiff collar
>turning on the shower, you wait for the water to warm up as you disrobe further
"well... let's just get this over with, answer whatever the pony want answered, and go to sleep."
>after a quick 5 minute shower, you brush your teeth and quickly slip into your briefs and undershirt
>picking up the rest of your uniform, you quietly exit the room, expecting Luna to have fallen asleep due to inactivity, you are surprised to find the blue pony standing mere inches away from the doorway
>"I've been waiting!"
>dang it
>Luna trots over to the bed, where a pile of books has formed
>"I've located some military history books from your bookshelves and looked through some of them! I find this stuff quite boring, how does one even see spending a career in this field as 'exciting'?"
>you walk over to the bed, hair still wet
>dropping your uniform down, you sit down next to the pile of reading material
"Well, it's kind of a tradition."
>"A tradition? Like a cultural one? Are all stallions required to do military service? On your world, that is."
"No, not that kind of tradition. It's a... family tradition."
>despite initially not wanting to talk, you couldn't help but get drawn into the conversation
>you've been immensely interested in the military and all aspects of military history all your life, and the conversation getting started was right down your alley
>it was also quite nice that you were talking about this kind of thing with a girl
>"Family tradition?"
"Yes. See in Prussian tradition-Prussia is where my family is from-aristocratic families usually do some kind of service in the military. My dad was a generalleutnant in the Army, and I followed in his footsteps, becoming an infantry officer."
>"I see... but not everyone does that, I presume?"
"Correct. But in a time of war, a country can force a lot of its able-bodied young men to fight in a war, since wars call for large armies."
>"But how would you train them to fight? How would you equip them? How do you even fight wars?"
>you gonna learn today
"Good question. It's a lot to cover in one night though."
>you already know how Luna is going to react
>"but... I want to know...! I know! you tell me as much as you can tonight! and I'll come back until you've told me everything!"
>and you've just underestimated how much you thought she wanted to know
"wh-fine. What do you want to start with?"
>"hm... those are some pretty broad topics. I'm curious about how you force all the people in your land to join the army. Wouldn't they rebel?"
>you laugh
"No, they wouldn't dare. and most don't even think of that notion,"
>"what? why is that?"
"Well, we have a really effective program of making people think a certain way... you know, propaganda."
>Luna nods
"And people that don't answer the call usually face very severe punishment."
>"I see... how severe? Fines? Warnings? We rarely give out those kinds of punishments to our citizens... how severe are your punishments?"
>wait what. fines and warnings? that's it?
"well... for the most extremem people, the defeatists, who refused to fight because they believed we would lose our war no matter what, they well..."
>"They what?"
"they were rounded up by our police forces and executed."
>"executed...?"
"Capital punishment?"
>"what!? they are killed?"
"Well... yeah."
>Luna buries her face into your sheets
>poking her muzzle slightly above the sheets, she whimpers
>"that's horrible... why would you guys do that?"
"Why? it's the way things work."
>you pick up one of the books from off the bed
>It's titled 'Militaria: A history of Equestrian Military power, 1000-present'
>leafing through the book, you ask
"Do you guys not do that?"
>Luna looks at you with a slightly disgusted expression
>"of course not! We aren't savages! We don't even force military service upon our subjects, even if we have a war..."
"Do you even remember the last time you've had a war?"
>"n...no..."
"well, then you don't have much say in this matter do you?"
>Luna blushes
>"well... why do you need to force colts to fight?"
"Well, the wars we fight are truly breath-taking in their scale and intensity and awesome in the destruction they cause. We fight with millions of soldiers over thousands of miles. So we obviously need manpower."
>"you really do enjoy killing each other over there, don't you?"
>you grin
"I guess we do."
>"interesting. you can tell me about that stuff later. I really want to know about all the different instruments of war. They look super awesome and pretty powerful. And also these uniforms. Super nice, I love the gray color."
"The uniforms are quite nice, just a tad bit on the stiff side. Why do you want to know about the uniform?"
>"Well, I want to know EVERYTHING about you guys, and the uniform is part of that isn't it?"
>you chuckle
"I suppose it is."
>Luna takes the uniform and using her magic, smooths it out and lays it flat onto the bed
>she points at the Iron cross hanging from above the left pocket
>"what's that?"
"That's an Eisernes Kruze. Iron Cross."
>"what's it for? and what's an Iron Cross anyways?"
"It's... it's for bravery. And it's a military decoration."
>"Oh-hoho, bravery?"
>Luna pushes up against you
>"what do we have here? a war hero? we don't have many of those in Equestria..."
"Well... i mean I know quite a few EK recipients from back home."
>dang it you blew it
"Wanna know about the EK's history?"
>Luna's ears flatten out a little
>"S...Sure...?"
>a ray of light shone directly onto your face
>the curtains on the windows weren't closed fully and what seemed like the entirety of the sun's energy seemed to be focused on a few square inches of your face
>did you actually sleep with a Princess last night?
>well, just sharing a bed, not THAT kind of sleeping together
>roll over, you are face to face with a very awake Princess Luna
>"Good morning, sleepyhead."
>startled, you almost roll out of the bed
"G-good morning.."
>she stares right at you with those large, blue eyes
"uhm... what have you been doing?"
>"just watching."
"That's all?"
>"yeah."
"want to get up?"
>"not really."
>she sighs and closes her eyes
>"want to stay in bed for a few more minutes with me?"
>why the hell not
>looking over at the clock on your night stand shows that it's barely past 6 in the morning, even though the sun is already quite bright and offending
"Sure... why not."
>you face her and she scoots a little closer to you
>"thanks! It just feels so... nice to have some company. I've slept alone for pretty much all my life and it gets really lonely some times."
>you nod
>"especially when I see Celestia take a suitor to her room... I get kind of jealous."
>she giggles
>"oh gosh but not about what I know they end up doing. I'm just jealous of the company she gets."
>you nod
>you fully understood her
"well, I guess there is a first time for everything right?"
>"Yeah, I guess. Mind if I... get a little... um... closer?"
"N-no... not at all."
>"thanks" she whispers back
>the pony scoots over and presses up against your body
>"it was just getting kinda... cold."
>cold? really? you thought that it was getting awfully hot under the blankets
>you feel Luna shudder slightly
>she rests her head on your chest and lets out a contented sigh
>you remember back to the days of your childhood, on your family estate
>your pony had loved getting its neck rubbed
>maybe these ponies would as well
>only one way to know though
>reaching around her, you wrap an arm around Luna and begin to soft rub her neck
>her soft coat is extraordinarily soft and you quite enjoy the feeling
>she seems to be enjoying the rub as well
>you can hear her purr quietly
>she opens her eyes and a small smile forms on her lips
>suddenly, you feel a warm set of lips on your cheek
>you look down at Luna and can see her deep blush
>she's asking for it
>you lower your head and stare into those gorgeous blue eyes
>she lifts her head up to meet you
>your lips touch for a brief moment, before Luna pulls away
>she looks away and tries to hide her blush
"Embarrassed?"
>Luna looks back up at you
>"yeah... that was like... my first kiss"
>no way
"really?"
>she nods
"I thought you've been alive for like... forever."
>"I have, but Celestia has shielded me from a lot of the 'dirtier' parts of my royal duties, and I was gone for like a millennium, remember?"
>you vaguely remember something Twilight had told you while she lectured you on Equestria's history
"Oh..oh right..."
>"so yeah... but it was quite enjoyable, albeit brief."
"it was nice."
>she then asks something that catches you completely by surprise
>"what about you? have you been shielded as well?"
"what-well no... it's just, I'm usually a complete idiot when I'm doing civilian things. I used to spend almost all my time doing my job, and the war certainly didn't help my ability to interact with girls."
>Luna nods
>"so then... that makes two clueless idiots."
>she giggles
>even though you were an idiot, you could tell she was flirting
"I suppose..."
>she giggles even more
>and then suddenly, she presses her lips onto yours
>a rush of euphoria overwhelms you
>the feeling is amazing
>you crave more
>telling by the way Luna has now moved on top of you, she does too
>'mmm...'
>a soft moan escaping from Luna only helped cement that assumption
'oh man, shit is about to go down' you think
>you reach around and begin to caress her back
>you begin to move your hands a little lower
>Luna does not stop you
>something feels... so... perfect
>just the way her small frame fits on your body
>her soft lips are like fine wine
>you can't get enough
>your hands inch ever closer to her soft, round rump
>when suddenly, a knocking on your door interrupts the little bit of fun the two of you were having
>"ohmahgosh"
>Luna instantly slides off of you and into the covers
>you pull some of the covers over yourself, to hide your now pitched tent
>"Sir, we are waiting for you in the dining room."
>it's Abel
>that cock blocking son of a bitch
>as his footsteps fade away, you burst out laughing
>Luna, who has now poked her head up from under the covers, joins you
"That was a bit close."
>"Too close. Imagine if he had walked in. Or even worse, if Celestia had come in, looking for me."
>the two of you laugh even harder at that thought
"well, we'd have probably been incinerated by the Sun itself."
>"Probably."
"Okay..."
>you stretch out your arms
"Let's get up."
>you slide out of bed and onto the cool marble floor
>closing the blinds, the offending ray of light is finally covered up
>Luna jumps out of bed as well, sliding into her osmium horseshoes
>"that was quite fun, maybe next time. we just have to be a bit careful about our timing."
>you chuckle
"Yes, maybe we can continue when everyone is asleep, instead of when everyone is already up and about."
>as you walk over to where your uniform lay in a neat pile, you give Luna a playful spank
>"HEY! Now that was too much."
"Really?"
>"Yeah. watch it mister."
"Okay, okay. Jeez. now go brush up and wash your face in the bathroom. I need to get dressed."
>"okay~"
>Luna appears just as you finish buttoning up your tunic
>"Let's go!"
"Together?"
>"yeah. why not?"
"well... not sure. what the hell why not"
>you open the door to your room and allow Luna to exit first, before promptly following her out
>the two of you walk quietly to the dining room, where a large gathering of officers and other soldiers and officials has already formed
>as you walk in, all of them snap to attention
"At ease, gentlemen."
>walking over to the head of the table, you take a seat, with Luna sitting down next to you
"Let's take a seat, and begin."
>Luna gets a few curious looks from some of the seated soldiers, but for the most part, their attention is drawn to the massive pile of ammo, small arms, uniforms and other related military items on the table
>Luna's eyes seem to be glued to the gear as well
"Gentlemen, Princess Celestia has asked of us a tremendous favor, and, because of her generosity..."
>after the word 'generosity', you notice Oberleutnant Fruhling shooting you a dirty glance, before shifting his gaze to Abel
"I have decided to agree to help her. I have called you here today because we need to come up with a training regime, uniform standardization and above all, a way to reverse engineer and produce armaments for Equestria's army."
>another oberleutnant speaks up
>"But sir, why should we help them? some of my men have been wondering if we'll ever be able to get back."
>you shake your head
"I don't know, oberleutnant. There are still many mysteries about this world. But we will help these ponies because they have helped us. We will get generous compensation for our actions as well."
>a few of the people sitting around the table nod in silent agreement
>"What do they need help with?"
"Military training, to whoever just said that."
>"why?"
"Why? It appears we have a war on our hands. And the current state of the Equestrian army is deplorable. The rulers, Luna here..."
>you point at the blue Princess, who politely bows
"included. Our military prowess has been recognized, and that ideal was cemented by our performance a few nights ago, at the oasis."
>an unteroffizier speaks up
>"So then are we to be like mercenaries?"
"No."
>"No? why is that sir? Aren't we still the Fuhrer's soldiers? Would we obey the ponys' orders or your orders, sir?"
"You will obey the orders of the officers appointed over you and those of the equestrian officers. Because we are no longer officers and soldiers of the Fatherland. This is now our new fatherland. Look gentlemen, we face very little chance of ever going back to Germany. I've already had a little talk with Celestia and had my commission changed to one of the Princess' commissions. I will expect all of our officers to do the same, and those non-commissioned men receiving commissions will from this point on, receive a commission from the Princess, not one in the name of the Reich."
>there are a few grumbles, mainly from die-hard supporters of the Nazi regime
"The decision is final. I will need to discuss promotions for officers to fill in positions that require competent officers, such as field commands and staff positions. Senior non-coms, expect to receive commissions. We have a long way to go before we get the staff of the army filled, but we will get there. Now... uniforms."
>you were just finishing up a talk about the change in the design of the eagle emblem on the chest when a pony officer, panting, rushes into the room
>"Sir.. sir... urgent. Celestia... message. Help... now."
>you unfold the message
>"TO: von Verbogen, GFM, CHIEF OF EQ STAFF
0350 hours today. Attack on Appleloosa. 44 Dead. 13 Military. State of war officially declared. Military mobilization ordered by SHINING ARMOR, GEN, EQ. Approved by: CELESTIA. Urgently need response about military condition and readiness."
>the blood drains from your face
>it's official
>and Celestia wants a report about the condition of the army
>you haven't even seen an Equestrian army formation larger than a battalion
>Hell, you don't even know how to issue muster orders
>how many reserves do you have?
>how many soldiers do you have?
>how well armed are these soldiers?
>are they really just armed with spears or are those ornamental?
>"Sir... is everything alright?"
>it's Abel
"No. Everything is suddenly very, very not alright. Men. Orders are changed. Scrap uniforms. We need to talk about training and armaments. Now."
>you were just finishing up a talk about the change in the design of the eagle emblem on the chest when a pony officer, panting, rushes into the room
>"Sir.. sir... urgent. Celestia... message. Help... now."
>you unfold the message
>"TO: von Verbogen, GFM, CHIEF OF EQ STAFF
0350 hours today. Attack on Appleloosa. 44 Dead. 13 Military. State of war officially declared. Military mobilization ordered by SHINING ARMOR, GEN, EQ. Approved by: CELESTIA. Urgently need response about military condition and readiness."
>the blood drains from your face
>it's official
>and Celestia wants a report about the condition of the army
>you haven't even seen an Equestrian army formation larger than a battalion
>Hell, you don't even know how to issue muster orders
>how many reserves do you have?
>how many soldiers do you have?
>how well armed are these soldiers?
>are they really just armed with spears or are those ornamental?
>"Sir... is everything alright?"
>it's Abel
"No. Everything is suddenly very, very not alright. Men. Orders are changed. Scrap uniforms. We need to talk about training and armaments. Now."
>"what's wrong sir?"
"We are now in an official state of war, feldwebel." you say as you slam the telegram down onto the table
>"what?"
"you hear me, gentlemen."
>you address everyone
>Luna, who looked like she had been falling asleep, was now very much awake
"We do not even know the full extent of this army's strength and we have not even begun to formulate a training plan, yet we have been catapulted into conflict. From here on in, this is going to be a road that we pave while we drive. Five of you, don't care who, begin to dissasemble the Mauser rifle, the MP40, the Walther, get a bayonet and grab a sample of ammunition for each weapon, and run it over at once to the patent office, a few blocks down from here. We need to get diagrams of the weapons accurately made so machining of manufacturing plants can be done as soon as possible. Ammunition production must begin at once. Equestria has vast mineral deposits and seems to have mastered the working of brass, so we should be fine with gathering materials, it's just a matter of getting the plants in gear. The rest of us, we need to begin by assessing the current state of the army."
-two hours later-
>a whole entourage of military officers, pony and human have assembled outside the palace
>a sizable group of civillians as well
>the Equestrian military certainly looks... scary... in a medieval sort of way
>clad in shining steel armor and brandishing pikes and spears, they are certainly a blast from the past
>"their marching is quite good, and they certainly do look intimidating."
"I agree, Abel. But how well do they fight?"
>"I don't know sir. I don't think any of us know. So far, they don't look 'poorly trained' or 'deplorable' to me."
"i agree with that. But looks can be deceiving. Who knows how effective they are? they haven't fought a war in several centuries."
>"true."
>it's apparent that drill will not be need to be included in the training plan
>the marching and drill of the soldiers is immaculate
>but the fact that you do not 1) know of their military capabilities and 2) do not know the capabilities of the officer greatly troubles you
>almost all of your officer corps has seen combat
>even Abel
>but what about these guys? they are the officers that will ultimately lead these soldiers into battle
>only time will tell
>there really isn't much you can do, except move along with the rearmament program
>speaking of weapons... maybe the ponies could figure out how to reverse engineer the tigers and other, heavier equipment
"Abel... run over to where our equipment is stowed, and get a tank and a half track and truck over to the palace grounds. And some mechanics. I think we have some disassembling to do. I will go ahead and get Celestia to bring over some of Equestria's best engineers, and we will have you direct and oversee the copying of the Tiger tank. I will gather some of my best officers, and begin the training of a new model regiment of soldiers. It's game time."
>the parade deck is silent, with only the buzzing of flies to interrupt the stillness
>before you, is an impressive sight
>what had originally been over six thousand volunteers from the regular army, has been reduced to just 2000 well trained, well equipped and well dressed soldiers
>the royal crest shines proudly upon the breast of their M35 uniforms, in lieu of the Nazi eagle
>Mauser rifles, blued and finished to perfection, MP40s shining in the sun and of course, 16 shiny, new Tiger I tanks
>it was a sight to behold
>you had been practicing for the passing out parade for days now, just spit and polish stuff really
>after this, this pony regiment led by a mix of pony and human officers will be off to prove their worth
>but now, a commanding officer needs to be chosen
>the rest of the chain of command had been established long ago, but you had wanted to keep the CO a surprise, a secret really
>a mix of both pony and human officers
>walking up a small stage and onto a podium, Abel, now Generalleutnant Abel, carries a pair of glistening Oberst shoulder marks
>from your perch, you can see Oberleutnant Fruhling's eyes dart towards you occasionally
>pretending to pay no attention, you proceed towards the microphones mounted on the podium
"I have seen tremendous growth in all of you."
>you begin into the microphones
"In these last 6 months, I have been truly convinced that the whole of Equestria's army can be converted into a modern, formidable fight force. And that is in no small part a result of the effort and extraordinary achievement I have seen in you all."
>you beckon Abel forward
"Today, the crowning moment for this regiment will also mark the crowning moment for an officer who has shown tremendous ability and exceptional growth. Chosen by the Princesses and with recommendations from several General officers, it will be a great honor to promote said officer."
>you take a piece of paper out of your breast pocket
>you unfold it
>fuck....
>are you reading this right?
>is your brain shitting you?
>the name on the paper isn't Fruhling
>it's Major Eagle Eye
>Celestia had completely disregarded your recommendations and the discussion she had with her PONY Generals probably didn't even include Fruhling in them
>you had a sinking feeling inside of your gut
>this won't end well
>but you've got no choice
"Major Eagle Eye... former commanding officer of the Royal tank company, 1st royal regiment... front and center."
>a steel-gray pegasus walks up to the center of the formation
>you read off the accompanying citation
"The high command of the Equestrian Army has seen fit to promote the listed officer(s) to the accompanying ranks for the listed billets:
EAGLE EYE, MAJOR, REGULAR ARMY o
OBERST, REGULAR ARMY. For: Commanding officer, 1st Royal Regiment."
>no applause
>not sure if the soldiers didn't want to break bearing, or if they were as shocked at the choice as you were
>it had been a circulating rumor for weeks the Fruhling would get the job
>the pegasus stands at attention as you and Abel awkwardly walk down from the stage, the two of you each holding one Oberst shoulder mark
"Congratulations, Oberst." you say quietly into the pony's ear
>"Thank you, Sir."
>you can feel Fruhling's frustration
>you can just feel it
>something tells you that you and Celestia are going to have a long, heart to heart talk
>but in the mean time, there are still more promotions to finish
>oh look, a feeble attempt to sweeten the bitter pill
"...Replacing Oberst Eagle as the commanding officer of the Royal Tank Company will be Oberleutnant Fruhling, who will be promoted to the rank of Hauptmann. Replacing him as a platoon commander will be Luetnant Blucher, who will remain in grade."
>Fruhling as a fucking armor officer
>Celestia.... how fucking shitbrained were you when you talked about this?
>Fruhling has never even been INSIDE a tank
>un-fucking-acceptable
>then it hits you
>you've been so busy coordinating this training thing
>you've not heard about ANYTHING about the actual war situation
>not a single report
>not even a casualty list
>and now... now THIS promotion bullshit
>inside you are seething
>you can tell Fruhling is too
>the only person who seems smug is Eagle
>finishing the promotion of the colonel, you go through the motions to get the charade over with
"Oberst, take charge of this Regiment and carry on with the plan of the day."
>Eagle salutes
>"Aye, Herr Feldmarschall."
>you quickly return the salute
>without a second glance, you exit the parade ground, Abel hurrying to catch up
>a royal chariot awaits you
"Go. Royal Palace. Now."
>bypassing the guards next to Celestia's study completely, you barge into the room
"What the hell was that?"
>"What?"
>Abel stands next to you, arms crossed
"What the HELL was that bullshit you just pulled?"
>"I... I don't-"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. DO YOU WANT TO LOSE THIS WAR?"
>you throw down the promotion orders onto the table where Celestia is sitting
>Luna appears from behind a bookcase, eyes wide open
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?"
>you shove the papers into her face
"PROMOTING MAJOR FUCK FACE OVER HERE... WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT LISTEN TO MY RECOMMENDATIONS?"
>"I... I thought that you were playing favorites..."
"YOU THOUGHT FUCKING WHAT?"
>listen to this bitch
"I RECOMMEND A SUPERB OFFICER, QUALIFIED TO LEAD THESE SOLDIERS, NOT ONLY BECAUSE OF HIS PRACTICAL EXPERIENCE IN COMBAT, BUT BECAUSE OF HIS MORAL AND PERSONAL CHARACTER, AND YOU PUT A FUCKING BOOT IN HIS PLACE? WHY DID YOU NOT PASS THESE DECISIONS TO ME? I'M YOUR FUCKING CHIEF OF GENERAL STAFF FOR FUCKS SAKE. YOU PROMOTED ME PERSONALLY!"
>"oh my..." you can hear Luna slowly back away
"AND WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE WAR SITUATION? WHY HAVE YOU NOT GIVEN ME A SINGLE UPDATE ON THE WAR? ARE YOU WITHHOLDING THIS INFORMATION BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TRUST ME? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING FOR HELP IF YOU AREN'T EVEN SEEKING HELP IN THE AREAS WHERE YOU MOST NEED IT?"
>Celestia is speechless
>Abel is too
>you've even surprised yourself
"If you keep pulling shit like this, it doesn't matter what kind of a fucking army we have. We're gunna lose."
>Celestia gets up
>she's tall, but not even close to eye level with you
>"Listen, I'm still getting a feel for things, OK? I'm actively listening to my general staff and i'm taking in their considerations. I've got battle plans if you want to look at those. I wanted to have a Pony leading the pony regiment... so I picked the senior most pony officer. I don't know why... I just felt like it was right..."
>your jaw drops
>you've got to be shitting me
"You... you are so fucking clueless. How the hell has your country survived this long? This isn't how you fight a war, this is how you LOSE a war. Your general staff..."
>you scoff
"What the fuck do you learn, listening to them. How to fucking sip champagne? Let me see the battle plans, let me see field reports from combat officers and let me see arms manufacturing. How well was the whole 'don't worry, decentralized production of arms will work just fine' idea you fucking pitched a few weeks ago? I'm really interested. Let that fucking pony lead that regiment into combat. If they get slaughtered because of poor leadership, we aren't training another fucking regiment."
>"Don't worry... they'll be fine. Eagle was a distinguished graduate of the Royal Military Academy. He should be fine."
>you shake your head
>Royal Military Academy
>I sure bet they learned modern infantry tactics there
>you hope the Oberst is bright, because if he isn't, then men-colts-will die
"Let me see those battle plans."
>the subject is abruptly changed
>Celestia complies and brings over a folder, chock full of maps, reports and other miscellaneous papers
>opening the folder, you dump it onto the table
>sifting through the maps, you dig up the most recent map
>holy shit
>is this for fucking real?
>you pull up a recent casualty report and a shipping receipt, confirming the delivery of a shipment of arms
"What the fuck... is this?"
>Celestia looks over
"What is this border?"
>you point at a dark, pencil-drawn line that encompasses all of the Griffon nation, as well as almost all of southern equestria, including the major port of los pegasus
"Is this all the fucking territory they've gained?"
>you skim through the casualty reports
>21,045 killed in combat, 2,093 killed from wounds or disease, 14,099 unaccounted for bodies
>in the last two weeks
>you weren't fighting with the Heer, you were fucking allied with the Russians
>should you even look at the shipment receipt?
>probably shouldn't, lest you suffer a cerebral aneurysm
>but you kind of have to
>and of course, that's a mess to
"Celestia, how many soldiers are on the southern front?"
>"212,000..."
"Do you know how many total firearms have been produced and delivered to them, in these first few months of fighting?"
>"My generals have been telling me it's in the order of nearly half the soldiers are fully outfitted."
>those fuckers are straight up lying
"Have you... not read through the papers?"
>"n...no... I haven't..."
"current reports say that less than 13,000 rifles, and less than 100,000 cartridges have been delivered to the fucking front. This is... this is too much shit for a day. I'm bailing the fuck out of here. Wake me up tomorrow morning and tell me if you want to win or not. My pistol will be waiting if the answer is not."
>you about face and head briskly up the stairs
>"Sir... sir, I'm going to go down and attend to some administrative matters."
"Do as you wish, Abel. We're all fucked. They're about 35km away from Ponyville and there isn't even a fucking mention of reinforcing the armory and steel plants in that area. What the fuck are we supposed to do about civilians? What the hell happens if the fucking Griffons are like the SS? I'm done. Today... too much."
>Abel leaves you to the quiet of your own room
>you need to change out of your hot, sweaty tunic and into a t-shirt and some shorts
>after a nice cool shower of course
----
>after showering, you step outside, letting your feet graze the cool tile of your floor
>"Namenlos... hey!"
>is that... Luna?
>"Hey! it's been a while. Haven't been in your room in sooo long, because you've been so busy with the whole training thing. And you seemed so wound up just right now... and i've been kinda tense about the whole situation too..."
"Luna? What are you talking about?"
>"nothing-"
"Wait how did you even get into my room?"
>"I...I can teleport remember...?"
>right... that fucking magic shit
"Right... but what are you doing here?"
>"I just wanted to unwind a bit..."
>unwind? that sounded nice...
>did she want to play chess? maybe cards?
>wait
>wait a minute...
>you suddenly remember to that night
>she didn't mean...
>no. you're getting way ahead of yourself here
>with a terrific jolt, you find yourself on the bed
>Luna slides in with you
>"It's still... too early to sleep, don't you think?"
>you can feel Luna undressing you
>noooooo stop
>Luna noooo
"What are you doing?"
>Luna's horn stops glowing after unbuttoning your tunic
>"oh... nothing. I've just missed you, that's all."
>you watch, frozen as your tunic comes off and lands in a pile on the floor
>really, bitch? you just pressed that
>then, your boots, trousers, socks and undershirt
>oh shit wait no
>"I couldn't stop thinking about that night. I've just missed you so much."
>"And I've seen some of your dreams."
>she winks
>you feel your face heats up
"Oh... so you've seen my dreams..."
>she giggles
>"yeah... sorry. Just kinda snooped around a little. hope you don't mind."
>Luna climbs on top of you
>you feel her soft coat rub slowly against your body
>"So smooth... so... firm..."
>you shudder as she rubs your chest
>it's too much
>you pull her head down and plant your lips to hers
>you hear her wings extend and feel her tremble, probably from excitement
>Luna slowly pulls her head away
>her eyes are half lidded
>you caress her neck gently, before carefully sliding her off of you
>Luna rolls over, lying down on her back, head turned towards you
>"Is.. is that... it?"
>you rub her face
"no... we're just getting started."
>you get on top of her, where you belong
>pushing her up a bit, you begin to gently nip at her neck
>her rapid breathing and heartbeat makes it clear she's enjoying this
>"Mmph... lower... lower please..."
>she's begging
>how cute
>you comply and slide your body down lower to give her chest and stomach some love
>in the mean time, you slowly move one of you hands towards her mouth, gently rubbing her snout
>you can feel her warm, moist mouth envelop your fingers, which was followed by her tongue
>she's definitely teasing you
>you suddenly stop giving her kisses and pull your hand out of her mouth
>Luna blushes and tries to make eye contact, but you can tell the Princess is too embarrassed
"Surely a Princess like you wouldn't be satisfied by just... playing around with my fingers... would you?"
>Luna's eyes open wide
>you move your hands towards the waistband of your boxer briefs
>you can tell her gaze is gravitating towards the bulge
>"unf..."
>Luna lifts her head up, winks at you and slowly puts her head down on the pillow she was laying on
>you slide your boxers down, and throw them off to the side
>your cock now hovers right above Luna
>"oh my..."
"what?"
>Luna scoots up onto the bed frame
>"So... big... and smooth..."
>you get close to your lover, cock dangling mere centimeters away from her face
>one of her soft, blue hooves touches your member
>you feel it twitch and a bead of precum leaks out
>"are you going to make me feel like a mare with that?"
"You bet."
>you inch closer to the princess, your cock close enough to feel her soft breathing
>Luna bites her lip, before opening her mouth slightly
>you take your cock, which at this point, was saluting the Fuhrer, and slowly rubbed it against her lips
"You're gunna have to open a bit more than that dear..."
>Luna obliges
>she even sticks out her tongue, almost like a welcome rug for your dick
>without a second thought, you thrust your stiff manhood into her awaiting mouth
>Luna gasps a little, the moans, rather erotically as she gets to work
>you somewhat doubt the claim that she's an innocent little angel
>she certainly doesn't suck dick like 'an innocent little angel'
"I thought you had previously claimed you were innocent... I don't think someone with no prior experience could be so... adept at this kind of thing."
>Luna stops and slowly slides her mouth off your dick
>"Okay... well... I occasionally snoop around in other ponys' dreams... and let's just say that not everyone believes that sexual activity should be conducted in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation... and I'm a visual learner. Now can we not talk about that?"
>she shudders
>well... that would explain why
"oh... well... then continue..."
>Luna rolls her eyes and smiles
>"I dunno... you interrupted me while I was in the mood. Why don't we move onto... something else..."
"And what would that... 'something else' be?"
>Luna slides out from underneath you legs and walks over towards the foot of the bed
>she begins to stretch out her wonderfully curved body, sliding her rear legs out and spreading them slightly
>you must say, she did make quite a show doing that
>"Oh... I dunno, whatever you feel like 'doing'."
>she gives you a sly smile and a quick wink after the last word
>you return the smile and get off the bed
>stopping right behind her, you lean over Luna's body and gently caress her extended wings as you gingerly kiss her neck and back
>"Mmm... hurry up... I want plenty of time to cuddle..."
>pulling back, you crouch down a little and get a full view of Luna's... moon
>you can hear her let out a muffled moan as you rub her dripping marehood
>she does her best to keep her long, flowing tail out of your face, but the more you toy with her, the less she is in control of her muscles
>"s..stop... just do it..."
"mmm, we really want it don't we?"
>"n-no I just don't want the teasing!"
"then maybe we should just stop and get to bed, it's getting late, after all"
>Luna looks back at you
>"if you won't do it, then I'll do it"
>her magic aura envelopes your member and before you can do anything, you feel her around your dick
"This is technically rape..."
>"Well, I'm not hearing any complaints."
>you laugh
"wow i feel so violated. I think I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life. Boo Hoo."
>"just shut up and fuck me ok?"
"Damn, I hope you don't use that kind of language when attending to your royal duties."
>you begin to rock your hips
>Luna doesn't even respond
>she's already grunting and panting
>you decide to give one of her firm asscheeks a hard spank
>she shrieks, surprised from the unexpected action
"You like that, don't you, you little fuck toy."
>"M..mhm.."
>Luna can't even form coherent sentences
>you've sped up considerably now, sinking your entire length into her pussy
>the Princess's groaning syncs up with your thrusting
>you are grunting a little too
>you gotta admit, you are giving her a vigorous dicking and it's rather tiring
>Luna's legs are already starting to buckle
>fucking weak
"Getting close already, are we?"
>"y...yeah... faster... please"
>you reach over and pull on her dark blue mane, yanking her head back
>her eyes are closed and a her facial expression is a mix of pure bliss and some discomfort
>some of her juices have begun to trickle down her long, blue legs
"you are making a fucking mess, Luna"
>"Soh-soh..ree...."
>you chuckle to yourself
>she's squealing like a little girl
>you give her toned flank another firm spank
>best fuck you've ever had, without a doubt
>the pleasure is quickly numbing your other senses
>Luna lets out an extremely loud moan
>she reaches behind her with one of her forelegs to grasp onto you, but her leg falls limp onto the bed as she climaxes
>you are unrelenting in your 'Anschluss' of this new territory
>+1 for the Fuhrer
>you pull your cock out as Luna's legs twitch uncontrollably and she falls backwards onto you
>"uuuhhhhh..."
>her cunt is dripping with a mix of your guys' juices
>"cum... cum on me... make me feel like a little whore..."
>how becoming of a Princess
>you pick her up and lay her down onto the bed
>rolling her over onto her back, you pull her over the side and lift her head up ever so slightly
>her eyes are clouded over from exhaustion
>you guys weren't even at it for that long
>fucking weak
>slowly, you open her mouth up and slide your throbbing member into her mouth and throat
>it doesn't seem like she has a gag reflex
>nice
>you ease the entirety of your cock into her mouth and throat and proceed to facefuck her like an animal
>Luna can only moan and lay in her prone position
>drool drips down from your shaft and out of her mouth, covering her pretty face and eventually making its way down onto the floor
"I wonder what your subjects would think if they saw you in this state"
>Luna does nothing
>she's reduced to a level beyond comprehension of language
>all good things must come to and end
>you can't contain yourself any longer
>the powerful sensation of an orgasm ripples through your very being
>you can feel yourself pump Luna's throat full of your thick, hot love
>surprisingly, she still has the strength to swallow
"wow nice, swallowing your first load. you must have stumbled upon some very... dirty... dreams."
>she weakly nods as you pull your still rigid member out
"Man, you're a fucking mess."
>you laugh
>her mane is a mess
>her coat, shiny in some places, wet with love juices in others, is a mess
>ever her facial expression is a mess
"I'll get some towels and wipe you down. And then we can get to bed. We'll shower tomorrow."
>you lean forward and whisper to her
"Thanks for letting me blow off some steam. Appreciate it."
>you walk back with some towels in your hand
>she took care of you, so it was only right if you reciprocated the favor
>Luna has re positioned herself so that her head wasn't dangling off the side of your bed
>she was now laying, spread-eagled on your bed
>you get onto the bed beside her and gently wipe the saliva and other fluids off of her
>she looks up at you smiles
>to show her gratitude, she teasingly gives your cock a kiss
"mmm.. not now Luna... stop..."
>"make me." she replies feebly
>she takes in a bit of your dick into her mouth... again
"oh my god... you can't get enough cock can you-"
>your room door opens
>you fucking forgot to lock your door
>an officer barges in, just as Luna is holding a portion of your dick in her mouth
>"Sir, Celestia has a mess-HOLY CELESTIA."
>just as quickly as he entered, the officer about faced, slammed the door closed and you could hear him haul ass outta there