Dieter was leaving Canterlot. There wasn’t much point in remaining there, since no one was willing even to spar with him anymore. It was probably because he had reduced their best soldier to a quivering wreck. It would take months for Shining Armor to be healed physically. The psychological impact would probably stay with him for much longer. Dieter was disgusted by the ponies. They were weak and incapable of proper military action. It was a miracle that they had lasted so long.

Dieter barely looked back as he wandered the Everfree forest. He had been walking for days from Canterlot. He was quite used to such physical activity after marching on the Easter Front, and he could march for miles on end. It was certainly much more pleasant than the blasted battlefields that the Eastern Front consisted of. The air was fresh, free of the coppery stench of blood. Dieter was thankful for that.

The gnarled trees did not seem threatening as the ponies believed them to be. They were actually quite nice, considering that there were no people firing wildly at him from within. Dieter would have liked that, it would have broken up the monotony. Dieter’s blue eyes traced back and forth looking for some sign of movement. There was a faint rustling. Dieter raised his MP-40, aiming at the area of disturbance.

A strange insectoid looking pony creature jumped out in front of him. Dieter stared, aiming for its head. On closer inspection, he found that it had an accordion-like midsection. It also had a shaggy, broken mane, holes in its legs, and oddly glowing green eyes. The creature also had a horn like protrusion, similar to one on a goliath beetle, and wings that honestly reminded Dieter of a fly.

The creature spoke, its voice strangely resonant, “I am Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings. You will come with me human! Do not try to resist. I have an army. I have use for your superior weaponry and military ability.” She laughed in a way that sounded strangely like an infant.

Dieter responded with indifference, pushing past Chrysalis. She reacted violently. Her horn began to glow green. Chrysalis smiled, she would soon dominate the human through feeding off of his emotion. Dieter continued walking. The green glow faded. Chrysalis’s smile faded along with it. Impossible! The human had no emotions to drain, they were too deeply buried. She couldn’t feed off of him. Dieter placed his gun upon his shoulder, opting instead to draw his knife. Why waste ammunition?

“Come, my children! Fight for your Queen!” Chrysalis cried.

Immediately, Dieter found his way blocked by thirty creatures on each side. Each had glowing blue eyes that completely lacked pupils. They were also insectoid, and had holes in their horns and legs as well. They had wings covered in chitin, just like their queen. Ninety-one to one, that wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair for the Changelings.

The first changeling came in hard, going for Dieter’s leg. Dieter brought his foot back, kicking the changeling in the mouth, knocking all its teeth out. The Changeling screamed and collapsed. Another changeling jumped and landed on Dieter’s back. Dieter through the hissing creature onto its back, and promptly plunged his knife into its eye. There was an expulsion of green ichor and a scream of pain.

Several more came at Dieter, and he became a blur of fists, feet and blades. He swerved around another changeling, striking its throat with his knife to sever its head completely. Dieter rolled under the flying attack of another, bringing his knife into its abdomen. Twisting the blade, he disembowelled the howling creature, ropes of intestine slicking the earth. Dieter pivoted, delivering a thunderous kick to the head of another Changeling, snapping its neck.

Dieter smiled grimly. It was all too easy. Several Changelings cowered from his hard, cold stare. They died when the grenade that Dieter threw into their midst exploded in a flash of incandescent light. Limbs were scattered like a demented child throwing his toys. Another one of the Changelings charged, its horn glowing green as it channeled power into the attack. Dieter sidestepped, seizing its wing. The Changeling squealed in agony as Dieter tore the wing off with a sharp twist. There was a fountain of emerald gore.

Several more Changelings came at Dieter. Their attacks were predictable, and Dieter fought them with great ease. Up and down his blade went, taking out throats, removing heads and slashing limbs. More came. Emerald gore began to cover Dieter from head to toe. His face was locked in an emotionless grimace of sheer concentration. He fought with a fluidity that made his killing moves seem like a dance. It was dance of death. Limbs carpeted the ground and blood sprayed wildly, blossoming in the air and glittering like diamonds. It would have been beautiful if each spray of the vital fluid did not represent the death of another creature. Dieter struck with skill born from years of conflict, and the Queen realized her error.

Chrysalis had yet to join the fight. She stayed at the edges of the conflict, waiting for an opportune time to strike. Dieter noticed her, and slaughtered a path directly towards her, killing all that blocked his path. The ground under their feet was slicked with blood, and a nearby stream had completely turned green. The Queen backed away, but slipped on the mud. Dieter seized her horn, and in one fluid motion snapped it off. The Queen screamed in agony, and the Changeling horde howled as they felt their Queen’s pain through gestalt consciousness. The Queen took to flight, hovering over the battle, trying to avoid Dieter as best she could.

Dieter looked up in cold calculation as he stomped on the head of Changeling soldier, shattering it like a melon. He drew his Luger. Aiming it, he shot the queen through the eye, the bullet bursting the ball from its socket. The Queen fell to the ground with a cry of rage and pain. She was still alive.

The queen looked up at Dieter with fear in her eyes, as he approached. She tried to scramble back. Dieter shattered he legs with his heavily booted feet. His lack of emotion as he carried out his bloody deed was terrifying. The Queen’s eyes began to fill with tears as she realized that she was likely going to die.

“Please,” She begged, “Please, I am only trying to feed my children!”
Dieter cocked the weapon to her temple. The gun didn’t waver. Dieter glared at her with cold-hearted intent. His finger began to tighten on the trigger. The Queen screamed.

“No! Please! Have mercy!” She cried, trying her best to escape the inevitable.
Dieter paused, regarding her for a moment. The Queen felt a flutter of hope as she thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to kill her. Those hopes were soon shattered.

“I have none left to give.” Dieter whispered just loud enough for her to hear. He pulled the trigger.

The bullet traveled through the barrel of the Luger. It broke through the queen’s tough, chitinous skin. It shattered the skull, driving bone fragments into the Queen’s brain. The bullet punched through the meaty portion of the brain, severing important blood vessels and reducing it to pulp. The bullet proceeded to shatter the other side of the skull, and punched through the other temple to bury itself in the earth. It took less than a second.

The Queen’s death sent a psychic backlash throughout the Changeling’s gestalt mind. Her death caused major system shock that cause the mental breakdown of each and every single Changeling. The bonds that attached the Changelings to each other were severed, and their minds were fried as the Queen’s death scream washed over them. All over Equestria, changelings would stand rigid, their eyes losing their glow. They would fall, and greenish blood would flow from their open mouths, as their brains exploded in their heads. Ponies would watch in horror, as their fellow “ponies” would scream and fall to the ground, dying spasmodically. The disguises would evaporate and the truth would be revealed. Such an event happened in Celestia’s throne room itself. The event left Celestia stunned by shock.

In less than a second, Dieter had exterminated every last Changeling in Equestria. It was a feat that the Royal Guard had spent years pursuing without success. Dieter didn’t give any sign of joy or arrogant celebration. He simply holstered his Luger, and continued walking deeper into the forest. He noticed that his coat wasn’t even torn. The Changelings hadn’t managed to touch him.

Dieter was interrupted by a single cry of “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS WAFFEN-SS!”

Three fillies emerged from the forest. There was an orange pegasus with eyes and a mane that were both purple. There was a pure white unicorn with green eyes and a purple-white mane. Finally, there was a yellow filly with amber eyes and a red mane. None of them, Dieter noted coldly had their cutie marks. They didn’t seem at all phased by the extreme violence they had just seen.

“Verdammt!” Dieter thought, “These ponies don’t know when to stop!”

The ponies started bouncing around him, holding onto his legs. They were not at all worried that he was capable of killing them in an instant. They lined up expectantly.

“That was awesome!” Cried the orange pegasus excitedly.

“It was amazing!” Gasped the yellow one. Dieter noticed that she had the same accent as Applejack. He wondered offhandedly if they were related.

“Err...What they said!” The white one exclaimed.

Dieter sighed imperceptibly. He was no good with children. Plus, these were not just any children; these were the offspring of ponies. They were likely much more annoying than humans. He glared at them coldly, giving none of his thoughts away. Dieter once again showed his capacity to lack emotion.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice level and distant.

“We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders! We are on a crusade for our cutie marks!” They cried together. “We want to be part of the SS!”

Dieter thought of responding with hostility. It would be amusing. A better idea struck him. He smiled coldly at them, almost predatorily. He took step closer to them. They took a step back, finally realizing his potential.

“Can you kill? When you are in the Waffen-SS, your must be prepared to disembowel anything on a moment’s notice. Even your own family cannot be exempt if it is ordered.” He stared at the yellow one with his piercing gaze. They gulped.

“Are you willing to live a life of professional murder? Do you wish to spend years learning how to kill?” The fillies shook their heads. “No? Then go home!”

With that, Dieter turned on his heel and marched away.

Author's Note

Well, that's done. Special thanks to Nuggetmanu2 for proofreading. Check out his stories, they are worth a read! Thank you to all readers for your support!