My Little Pony: Blood Dragon

by NoMorePlease

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Crossover, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 1066

The tale a robotic man, six ponies, cyborgs, and blood dragons.

He was a robotic soldier who doesn't play by the rules. They were a colorful cast of ponies who went of magical adventures on a weekly basis. This summer, they will form an unbreakable bond of friendship as they combat the horrors of atomic war against the crazed Col. Sloan in the fan-fiction critics are calling: "A fan-fiction."

Published 2013-05-23 03:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-23 03:50:03 UTC

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End of the Beginning

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End of the Beginning

The year is 2007. The Apocalypse has had an apocalypse. The world has been devastated by nuclear bombs. As regular human soldiers began to run thin, the government has turned to making cyborgs; or more common known as “Cyber-Commandos”.

Now, a rouge colonel, Col. Sloan, has taking control of a battalion of the new Mark V Cyber Commandos and is planning to saturate the world in blood dragon blood. Sgt. Rex Power Colt and Lt. T.T “Spider” Brown, veterans of Vietnam War II and the last surviving Mark IVs, are sent to remove him from power.

As their copter approached Sloan’s island, they began to go over their plan again.

“Alright, here’s the plan,” Spider said, “You’re going to mow down any dumb sucka standing outside from the chopper. After a nice gun-down, we’re gonna disembark from this thing. I’m gonna silently sneak in while you clear any damn tin can left on the base.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Rex said, commandeering the turret on the starboard side of the copter. As the base came into range, he let loose on the turret, mowing down any cyborg he saw. After a few cycles around the base and a couple dozen explosions later, the base was fiery inferno.

“Alright Rex, this it. Get your shit ready, we’re going in.”

“Hey, I got my shit together. What about you ‘Tyrone’?”

They both laughed as another explosion went off in the base.

“You all soul, brotha, all soul.”

They both locked hands and flexed.

“MARK IV STYLE MOTHA FUCKER!”

Spider then bailed out of the copter into the base below. Rex jumped out near the outskirts of the base. He made sure his gear was ready, his shuriken sharpened, his pistol loaded, and his sniper sighted.

“Hey Rex, I’m the base. Oh, and one more thing. HUD, activate tutorial protocol.”

“Yes Lt. Brown. Activating tutorial protocol 1A.” buzzed a voice in Rex’s head. Soon, he lost control of himself, unable to move.

“God DAMNIT, Spider. Let me go kill people!” Rex growled.

“HAHAHA, have fun Rex!”

After a several minutes of completing condescending tutorials, Rex finally infiltrated the base. He snuck up behind two cyborgs, impaling one with his sword and tossing a shuriken at the other. He then took cover behind a jeep. The base was surprisingly active after the attack from the helicopter.

Rex pulled out his Kobracon and peered down its scope, observing the overwatch in the tower. He tagged it before tagging the base patrols. After tagging all the enemies on the base, he sniped the overwatch before pulling out his A.J.M and popping anyone investigating the sound of the gunshot. He soon then pulled out his Fazertron and began to run-and-gun the rest of the base.

After the base was clear, he reloaded his weapons, finishing with pistol; blowing some of the smoke off the barrel of it. “Damn I’m good.”

“REX,” Chimed Spider over the radio, “I found something, something big!”

“Is it the rockets?”

“No, it’s something bigger. It’s like a portal or something.”

“Shit man, nobody said anything about portals or some shit.”

“Shit, Rex. Sloan’s here. He has some glowing vial of something.”

“Hold on Spider, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Rex, he’s doing something with the vial. He’s… He’s throwing it in! SHIT, REX, WE NEED TO-.” Then suddenly, static.

“Spider? SPIDER? SPPPPIIIIDDDEEERRRR?!?!?” Rex yelled.

Soon, a bright light soon engulfed the entire island.

When the light subsided, the Island was bare.

Chapter 2: Eve of Judgement

Chapter 2: Eve of Judgement

It was perfect day in Ponyville as Twilight and her friends were enjoying their peaceful day. Discord had been reformed, the changelings had been banished, and all other previous issues had either solved themselves or just never appeared again. And now, with Twilight being a princess, things seemed like that would be forever in peace. “What could possibly go wrong?” they said aloud, drinking their hay-shakes and eating cupcakes at Sugercube Corner.

Suddenly, the sky started turning red and flashed with lighting. Then, there was bright flash, brighter than lighting. An ominous fog quickly rolled over Ponyville. Strange sounds like roaring and talking began to resonate outside. Twilight looked outside; hoping to see what was going on. As she peered through the window, a mixture of figures seemed to meander around outside.

Suddenly, a squad of cyborg soldiers burst through the door. “OH NO,” Pinkie Pie cried out, “WE DON’T HAVE ENOUGH CUPACKES FOR EVERYONE! NOW I HAVE TO GO BAKE SOME MORE!” She bounded off towards the kitchen. A few minutes later, a faint and muffled screaming could be heard from the basement near the kitchen.

“GOOD HEAVENS,” gasped Rarity after a few minutes of silence, “What are those hideous outfits you’re wearing?!?!” She hustled over to one of the soldiers and felt its uniform. “POLYESTER? Sweet Celestia, you couldn’t even buck for low quality leather. AND WHAT IS THIS?” She said, pointing at his boots. “Metal thigh-high boots with welded on knee-pads? How do you walk in these? And what’s with that silly light-up helmet?” The cyborg looked back at his peers, shrugging.

Rarity stepped back from the group. “This entire ensemble belongs in the trash.” she said as she reached into her purse, bringing out enough coupons for the squad. “Take these and you may peruse my shop tomorrow. Trust me darling, you’ll need the new clothes.” She said sharply, pushing them out the door. “Beauty will be enforced. Tomorrow.” The other five were in awe as Rarity swiftly removed the cyborgs for premise.

“Err, Rarity,” Twilight said, “I don’t think they were here for your fashion advice. Or anything peacefully for that matter.”

“Oh pish posh, Twilight. Whether they were here for cupcakes or here for fistihooves, fashion moderation and justice must be dispensed.”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. One of cyborgs flew through the door, riddled with holes. A tall, brooding, real leather clad figure stood in the doorway. He had a Galleria 1991 shotgun in one hand, a robotic cyborg arm for another; and to top it off, a pink glaring light where his left eye should be.

“Who are you?” asked Rainbow Dash?

The figure looked scanned across the room.

“Sgt. Rex Power Colt, now who the hell are you and why the hell are you colorful horses?”