The Battle for Equestria

Nolan went through the thoughts in his mind. Getting called into the US marines, going through extensive training, being an expert sniper, attacking Shanghai, getting killed. Wait... GETTING KILLED?! Nolan flinched and popped up straight on whatever soft object he was lying on. He opened his eyes and was immediately hit by bright light.

"Ugh... shit..." Nolan looked around. Every thing seemed... cartoon-ish. "Am... am I dead?" He said quietly, blinking. He was lying in some sort of shed, with a door directly in front of him. The door was just open enough to let in a streak of light from the outside, said streak of light was positioned just in the exact spot, so that it would hit Nolan in the eye.  Nolan looked down at what he was lying on, and made two observations.

A: He was lying on a pile of hay.

B: He was naked, and instead of his usual human skin, he was a DARK BLUE.

The second of this shocked him, he sat up, gasping and widening his eyes. His breathing quickened. He lifted his hand to his face, expecting to see a blue hand, but instead, he saw a hoof like thing, also blue. "My god..." Nolan quietly said, a look of horror on his face. He lifted his other hoof to his face, feeling his new features, he had an elongated face. 'I'M A FUCKING HORSE.' Nolan screamed in his own mind.

Nolan thought at first that he might be in hell, but then concluded that it might as well be a coma dream. He thought this until he stood up and tried to walk, but tripped on a pole that was on the ground. Nolan knew that dreams couldn't bring pain, but that hurt.

"This... this is real." Nolan said to himself, shocked. He stood back up, and Nolan noticed something. If he was, INDEED a horse like he had thought, then how was he standing on his back two legs? He shook his head, no need for questions like that, he needed to focus on finding out what was going on.

He walked forward, towards the cracked door. He was about to open it when it opened on it's own. A pony, not standing on it's back legs like Nolan was, stood on the other side, Nolan took a step back, and got into a defense stance. Even without a weapon, he could take on anyone, the USMC training made absolute sure of that.

The pony stared at him with a confused look. The pony was orange-ish, with a blonde pony-tail hairdo. Also it had a blonde tail, and bright green eyes.

"Uhhh mister?" The pony asked in a southern North American accent. Staring at his position, Nolan realized it must have been the fact that he could stand, and as it appeared, other horses/ponies here couldn't. He realized his mistake, and quickly got on all fours.

"Yes?" He asked smiling the most nervous smile he could have in that situation.

"How were you... standing like that?" She asked.

"Like what?" Nolan asked, denying that he had ever stood like that.

"Oh uh, never mind." She said, tilting her hat so she could see better. "Must have been hallucinatin'. Name's Applejack." She said proudly. She held out a hoof and smiled a warm, nice, inviting smile.

"Nice to meet you, Applejack." Nolan shook her hoof, and smiled. "My name is Nolan." Nolan was slightly taller than Applejack, causing her to look up to him. The light hitting her face in such a perfect way made her look majestic. She smiled up to him, then got a worried look on her face.

"I found ya' knocked out on the edge of the farm, you alright, sugarcube?" She said, suddenly with worry in her voice.

"I'm fine," Nolan said, waving away the worried look on her face. "Doesn't hurt at all."

"So how'd it happen?" She said, getting closer to him, touching his face, gently pushing his pony-like ear out of the way, Nolan did not know, but Applejack was eyeing a gash on the back of his head, that had been stitched up by Applejack. The gash was too deep just to go away, it was gonna leave a scar that would be on him for the rest of his life.

"I..." Nolan trailed off when their eyes met, Applejack was still holding the side of his head. She quickly looked away, and pulled away her hoof. Awkwardness ahoy. Nolan felt as though he was in 7th grade again. It was the time all the girls started getting boobs, and all the guys opened their eyes to the world of sex, it made every encounter Nolan and every other guy his age, had with girls, so, so very awkward.

"I... can't remember." He said, realizing that telling Applejack that he was an alien that died and ended up on the edge of her farm, unconscious, MAY not be a good thing for his safety.

"You were pretty beat up, the others didn't want you to sleep inside because they wanted to make sure you weren't dangerous." Applejack said, looking over her shoulder when she said 'others'. Nolan looked over her shoulder to see a farmhouse on the horizon.

"I assure you, I'm not dangerous." Nolan said, smiling on the outside, but thinking about all of the people he has killed on the inside. Applejack smiled back, but didn't look him in the eyes for long. Still awkward. 'Just like 7th grade' Nolan thought.

"Well, you've been knocked out all day, I'd hate for you to spend the night in this little ol' shed." Applejack said, smiling up to him, but, just like last time, couldn't look Nolan in the eyes for long.

"Well I'm glad you're looking out for me," Nolan said, "Shall we go?" He pointed to the farmhouse on the hill.

"Oh, I almos' forgot, yer package is in the corner over there, we found it next to you, we didn't look in it for yer privacy, and all that." She said, pointing to Nolan's military backpack. Nolan looked back at it. Realizing all of his stuff might be in there. (Including his M40A5, or his army clothes.)

He turned around and walked calmly to it, he zipped it open using his mouth, as it was the easiest way he could think of at the moment, and looked inside. Knowing that Applejack was standing in the doorway, and couldn't see inside of his backpack, he decided to check what was in there.

He peered in, seeing his folded up army clothes with his boonie, and bandanna on top. He saw his M9, and his M40A5. He also saw two MREs, and a canteen full of water. On the outside, his journal was clipped to the backpack, along with a tucked away pencil in one of the army coat's pockets. There were also several magazines for both his rifle, and his pistol. Nolan grinned and zipped it back up. Nolan picked it up and threw it over his back, and quickly turned around.

Applejack was staring at his... well staring at his flank, to put it nicely. She quickly looked away when Nolan turned around, but Nolan noticed. He didn't say anything out of politeness, and laughed on the inside. Yup, just like 7th grade. He thought, then the two started for the farmhouse.