Descent

Descent

20 April, 1945, Berlin.

I didn't sign up for this! I thought we were going to win. Now the Soviets are pushing on Berlin. We are poorly armed, and are falling fast.

I'll still fight to the last round. The Fatherland must stand!

(Illegible) ...ler. We are running out of ammo, and the Soviets just keep coming.

How many can there be? Heindrik and I moved into the city, getting a better vantage point. They can't see us, but we can see them. These Soviet tanks provide a great cover for our fire. They can't hear us over the thunder of treads.

21 April, 1945, Unknown.

I knew I shouldn't've let Heindrik talk me into evacuating the city. We were shot by... something. Now we're in a world of magical fucking ponies.

Might as well set up base.

I looked up from the book, and at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock.

Bedtime.

I closed the diary and relaxed into the soft warmness of my bed. That is, until I heard a knock at the door.

"Really?" I asked rhetorically, heading towards the door. Voices could be heard outside, a voice, to be precise.

"I hope I made the proper preparations. Let's see... rope, leather bindings, whips, gags..." A very familiar voice whispered eagerly.

Fuck no. I am not going to this "Canterlot" tonight.

Might as well see what she wants though.

Might as well.

I opened the door to see Twilight with some sort of saddle on her back. It seemed to have bags attached, filled to the brim with... things.

Mental black ink! I need it!

Anyway, she has now noticed me, and is asking me a question.

"Are you busy?" She queried, a hopeful smile spreading across her face.

"Why?" I retorted, half wanting to go get the MG.

Instead of answering, she tackled me, and put me in the same situation she had been in, but she wasn't holding a knife.

Thank goodness.

She instead pulled me into a deep kiss. I was shocked, to say the least.

The room was silent except for the sound of lips smacking together.

I broke the kiss.

"What's going on!?" I asked, on the brink of panic.

"We're being shipped out tomorrow, so I'd thought I'd help you practice." Twilight stated, lust practically dripping from her voice.

Ohgodthisisbad.

"Why are you so tense? I think you need to calm down." She spoke, a purple aura surrounding her horn. My arms were pinned, so I had no defense against the spell.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your mane is?" I responded, suddenly feeling relaxed. I wanted her. I needed her.

Comrade Kaizer is compromised.

Reboot from a saved copy.

Vhich one?

Use the one from last week.

Reboot loading...

Success.

I woke up to a sunbeam directly in my eye.

"OW!" I nearly screamed.

Time for a self-diagnostic.

Arms? Here. Legs? Here. Hat? On. Coat? On. Pants? Off.

Problem located. Reopen eyes and investigate.

I sat up, and saw a purple alicorn laying off to my side. My pants were down around my ankles, and my underwear had taken a

sabbatical.

I pulled them up as fast as possible, and that's when I noticed the rope burn marks and cuts. My legs were also separated by a

spreader bar, and my ass hurt.

"What happened?" I asked to the general vicinity. The alicorn decided to wake up. She stretched and yawned. I noticed her cuts had

healed. She sauntered over, and kissed me. I immediately pulled out of it.

"First of all, stop. Secondly, what the fuck happened!?" I exclaimed, on the verge of panic. Twilight laughed in my face. She quieted

down after a minute of so.

"You don't remember?" She asked, a look of disbelief on her face. I shook my head.

"Well, I had some fun with you. Long story short." She replied casually.

By Stalin's mustache.

Dа Comrade Kaizer.

I agree.

Sorry, mate.

Even, I cannot.

"I believe I am to be shipped to Canterlot today, however, I was not given a time." I stated, trying to change the subject. Twilight gave

me a sly look as she walked over.

"I guess my training worked after all." She whispered into my ear.

What 'training'? I want a full report!

Ein full report ist unavailable.

You see, we were trying to get you back online, so to speak.

Da, Comrade. High levels of magic were detected from little pony. Magic affected your cognition and we had to shut down.

That explains the confusion.

"Speaking of, what would Canterlot need me for?" I asked, much to the confusion of Twilight.

"There were some... discoveries made." Was all I got in response.

Twilight released me from the bar. I rose to full height, and went over to the closet. I took all the clothing off the skeletons. I then

proceeded to gather my meager belongings, and some MG ammo.

Hey! You can't do that to us!

Ja! You schwein!

Get off my clothes!

What are you doing Comrade!?

I'm borrowing your clothes. You have no use for them. Anyway, I have things to do.