S.S. in Equestria

Rarity and Dieter stood before the hole in the earth. It was interesting, Dieter thought, that creatures that were obviously canine would live in the earth like moles. He slid his gas-mask over his face. He had stated that there could be certain pollutants in the air that necessitated the wearing of the mask. Truth be told, he wore it more for the scare factor. After all, what was more terrifying than an emotionless insectoid death mask? Rarity thought the mask was horrid, but didn’t comment.

Dieter pulled out one of his several Model 24 hand grenades. He noticed Rarity eyeing the grenade curiously. Dieter paused to see if she was going to say anything. She opted not to. Shrugging, Dieter proceeded to cock the grenade, much to Rarity’s surprise. He dropped it down the hole. After a few seconds, there was an earth shattering explosion and several howls of pain.

The ground was not far down. Dieter jumped. He hit the ground and rolled, MP-40 aimed further into the cavern. Rarity gave a grunt as she dropped down next to him. There was a scraping noise as several Diamond Dogs closed in. Dieter spotted the first one on the roof of the cavern. He aimed for the head, and pulled the trigger. Rarity shrieked as a loud explosion echoed through the cavern. The Diamond Dog’s head suddenly caved in, and the twitching corpse fell to the ground, dead. Dieter booted it with satisfaction. A text-book kill. Rarity, once again, had to resist the urge to vomit.

Dieter poked the barrel of his gun around a corner, peeking out after it. Two metal armored dogs came charging towards them. Dieter shot both of them through the visors, pulverizing their skulls. A third dog came charging through. There was another flash of bright yellow light as the bullet sped its way into the dog’s chest. The bullet pulverized the dog’s sternum, driving bone fragments into its heart. Finally the bullet severed the spine, sending the dog’s corpse sprawling to the ground in a pool of its own blood. It was quiet. Dieter nodded to himself. The dogs were intellectually compromised and easy to kill, inferior opponents for Germany’s elite. Walking forward, he found that the cavern branched off into five different sectors.

Dieter glanced at Rarity, noticing that she was shivering. “Lead on,” Dieter ordered.

Rarity knew where they were previously, but it could only stand to reason that they had harvested all the gems in that particular region of the cavern and had moved on. Rarity cast her gem-finding spell. The dogs would likely be where there were the most gems. Dieter followed Rarity’s lead as she headed towards the cave on the far left, silently scanning for targets of opportunity.

Several more dogs came charging out, each mowed down by Dieter’s superior fire power. Six fully armored dogs came from multiple directions. They were covered head to toe in steel, and each carried a sword. Nominally, the dogs armor could stop swords or knives swung randomly towards them, but they had specific weak points and stood no chance against a well trained opponent. In fact, not even the hardest part of the armor could stop a lead slug traveling faster than the speed of sound.

Dieter found himself surrounded. Rarity cowered, knowing full well what would happen if they lost. Dieter’s body expression suggested boredom. He fired five shots before his first magazine emptied. Each bullet punched through a vital organ within the dogs’ bodies, exploding hearts, severing nerves and pulping brains. The final dog took a swing at him. Dieter knew that if one blow connected with him, he was finished. Dieter rolled under the strike, drawing his knife. As he traveled under the dog, he jabbed his blade through the dog’s un-armoured groin. The dog howled at this apparent assault upon its masculinity. The dog toppled to its knees. Dieter stood behind it, and jabbed his blade into the back of the dog’s neck, in between the helmet and the body plate. Dieter reloaded his MP-40. He still had around nineteen magazines left to spare, plus several for his luger.

The killing continued. The brief silences punctuated by sporadic gunfire as Dieter ruthlessly and efficiently gunned down the dogs that attacked him. Heads exploded, hearts stopped bleeding, limbs were amputated by shrapnel as Dieter used his grenades on highly concentrated areas. The walls of the cave were splattered red with blood, like some maniac’s random fit of creativity. Not a little of the ichor splattered onto Dieter himself. He ignored it. This wasn’t the first time in his life he had found himself covered head to toe in the blood of his enemies. Unfortunately, a lot of blood also splattered onto Rarity, who reacted poorly to the viscous red fluid.

The cavern eventually began to widen out, as they came to the dogs’ mining area. Dieter noticed several pieces of luminous golden armor discarded haphazardly around the room. He heard the sounds of whips being cracked. He saw several white ponies pulling what appeared to be trolleys as three of the ugliest creatures he had ever seen whipped them onwards. They obviously led the group. Without hesitation, Dieter blew the largest one’s head open. It took two steps, its primitive nervous system not yet realizing that it was dead. It collapsed in a bloody heap on the floor. The other two turned to face him. The medium sized dog wailed as its eye was suddenly knocked from its socket. The smallest dog’s chest simply blew out, leaving a cavity the size of Dieter’s fist.

The guards turned to stare at him apprehensively. They thought they had it bad when they had been captured by, of all things, Diamond Dogs. Many thought that they would be ended right there by this angry bipedal god that had so easily dispatched a warren of dogs. Dieter saw several of them move their mouths in what he assumed were prayers.

“Oh sweet Celestia,” He heard one whisper, “Have mercy upon my soul.”

Equestria’s armed forces were pathetic in Dieter’s eyes. How had these soldiers been so easily captured by a foe so intellectually incapable and inferior that they had simply charged into the maw of his guns? Dieter grimaced. They reminded him of the Russians, just before Stalingrad. Retreat, retreat, retreat, that was likely all they did. Dieter removed his mask. After breathing stale air through his mask’s respirator the cave’s musty air was almost sweet.

Dieter fixated each of the ponies with a hard glare, noting the way each of them squirmed under his cold observation. Dieter paused for a moment before moving to free the guardsponies.