An Interdimensional Adventure of Astronomical Calculations

Tea. Milk. Sugar. Monarchy. Long ago, the four great elements existed together in harmony. Then, everything changed when Germany attacked. Only the Queen, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed her most, she vanished. A decade has passed and my brother and I discovered the next queen, a Monarchist named Eliza. And although her powers of Aristocracy are great, she still has a lot to learn before she’s ready to save anyone. But I believe Eliza can save the world.

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Hitler stared down at the map, his eyes focused, intent, carefully examining the grand strategy laid out before him. Hand shaking, barely containing his immense rage as he just managed to pull his small pair of spectacles off of his face. Placing them down onto the table in front of him. His face twitching, jaw shaking just slightly as he remained with face downcast. Voice somehow calm despite the horrible news just given to him.

“The following men will stay here: Keitel, Jodl, Krebs, and Burgdorf….”

The Führer sat, shaking as the loyal leaders of his army stood uncertainly, slowly turning around as they shuffled out of the room. Leaving only Hitler’s closest men. He sat, pausing to think as he surveyed the room, still shaking with rage before he exploded into a shout. Slamming his fist down on the wooden table as the generals watched.

“That was an ORDER! Steiner’s assault was an ORDER! Who do you think you are to dare disobey an order that I give?”

A crowd of germans stood, gathered outside of the private room. The thin wooden door unable to quite the shouting of the leader of the Nazi party. A young woman sniffled, looking down at the ground as she began to softly cry, her friend doing her best to comfort her. The rest of the individuals in the room standing, ashamed, nervous, and just a bit guilty. Hitler continued his rant.

“The military, everybody has been LYING to me… Even the SS! Our Generals are just a bunch of contemptible, disloyal cowards.”

He raged as he stood up, shaking his finger at the men around the room as his piercing words of fear at their impending defeat ricocheted throughout the bunker. One of the men, interrupted, speaking quickly, looking away ashamed, yet knowing the duty he owed to his own men.

“I can’t permit you to insult the soldiers-“

“They are COWARDS, TRAITORS, AND FAILURES!”

“Mein Führer, this is outrageous!”

“Our Generals are the scum of the German people!”

Hitler said, throwing the pencil’s held in his hand down against the table, the thin pieces of wood clattering to the floor as he continued.

“Not a shred of honor! They call themselves Generals! Years at a military academy just to learn how to hold a knife and fork! For years, the military has hindered my plans! They’ve put every kind of obstacle in my way! What I should have done is liquidate all the high ranking offices as Stalin did!”

The Führer paused, slowly lowering himself back into his chair as he paused breathing heavily, sweat sliding down against his dominant jawline as he caught his breath, composing himself.

“No… I never went to an academy… and yet…. yet I have conquered Europe all by myself!” slamming his fists against his chest as he looked around at the men watching him.

“Traitors! I’ve been betrayed and deceived from the very beginning…. No… It won’t end like this…”
He placed his palms against the table, bringing himself halfway out of his chair, breathing heavily as a silence slowly fell over the room. Not a sound to be heard as the man thought, calming himself down, his shaking slowly subsiding. He reached a hand forward, shakily bringing his glasses back up to his face as he tilted his eyes up, looking around the room once more, slowly lowering a finger down to the map, point to a small building marked just outside of Berlin.

“It won’t end this way… I conquered Europe… I was the one who lead the charge… I’ve just been to lazy… I have let Germany do too much work…. It was I who was supposed to lead us into the conquest of the world… I… Must apologize…” His voice was softer now, less threatening, “It was not my place to accuse the generals of betraying me… nor the SS. They were only following my orders, and I simply gave too much for them to do.”

The room sat, a silent tension filled the air once again. Each party seeing if the other had something to say. Yet time went on, no one even moved. Hitler sat in silence, staring down at the paper in front of him, sweat dripping down, face held in concentration. It seemed obvious, he was deciding on something, something grave. Something beyond reason, a last ditch strategy that would have sounded insane even in the most dire of circumstances.

Yet the situation was dire. Beyond dire. The wolves were clawing at the door. The third reich was falling. And Hitler.

Hitler had a plan.

Slowly tapping his finger against the small factory marked on the map, his voice a near whisper as he began to shake again. This time not in rage, but in fear. Fear of what he was about to release upon the world, upon his enemies. The generals could barely hear him as he spoke.

“Bring… Bring Blondi to my private chambers… and… and…” he paused, still trying to decide if he really should go through with this, exhaling, knowing that he must. He looked up at his closest men, speaking surely, without a waver in his voice. “And prepare to initiate der Zephyr von Orgasmus Glasphotonenkanonen.”

He paused, looking around at the men present, silently waiting for one of them to protest. A few had opened their mouths eyes wide as they prepared to let out a shout of denial, wanting to say, “But… Mein Führer… we can’t! We shouldn’t!” yet no one wanted to be the first. No one could be the first. Everyone in that room silently knew… they must activate that one technology. The one technology that should never have been thought up in the first place.

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Blondi.

Gorgeous. Radiant. Stunning. A Goddess. She was the perfect definition of the Aryan race.

She was a pegasus. A glorious eagle of the sky. Fit to take the ranks among those blonde haired blue eyed gentleman that made up the nobility of the third Reich’s future. She had a golden mane, velvety soft, flowing down around her body like a soft cushion of angelic hope. Her fur, the most radiant, unblemished white one had ever set their eyes on. Her eyes. Large. Radiant. The most wondrous pure blue a human had ever witnessed. Her wings, regal, nearly perfect, able to stretch out far along side her, able to be poised just perfectly to frame her appearance as an angel to any who might observe her.

But what set her most apart from her contemporaries. Was a small mark, embezzled on her flank. The black a stark contrast to the white of her fur. Not touched by ink, nor brand, nor any sort of alteration. Was the most glorious Swastika, proudly shown on her rear for all of the third reich to see. She was a symbol of the third reich. She was Hitler’s unofficial second in command. To all of Germany she was a glorious example of what could be, and what was to come.

She sat looking in a mirror at her brilliant frame, a brush running through her mane. Of course a goddess like her had attendants. They scurried around her constantly, humans and ponies alike. Chosen by her. They kept her in a state of bliss, made sure that everything about her remained perfect. Not just for her, but also for the Führer. In her eyes he was the perfect man. She desired no one else, she lived for no one else. Just as the third reich was created by Hitler, so too was Blondi created by him, at least that’s what she thought.

She was not worried about the impending doom that seemed to face Germany. She had more than perfect faith in the National Socialist party. She was more than certain of their victory… Even if all of Europe was destroyed. Even if every German man, woman, and child were killed. Deutschland would persist. Somehow the Third Reich would live on. Somehow, the joy, happiness, and yes, even love would be spread to the rest of the world.

She smiled at her reflection. It was a smile that she had practiced many times before. She had practiced it for Hitler. She jumped slightly in her seat, startled by the loud and sudden ‘fwump!’ of a pneumatic tube. A message had been sent to her. She motioned to one of her maids, and the letter was promptly brought before her. Held in front of her face for her to see as she read the document. A smile came to her face as she saw that Hitler had called for her, the smile quickly broke into a blush, an astonished grin of absolute joy and happiness as she read that she had been called to his chambers. HIS!!! She giggled with glee, clapping her hooves together as she bounded out of her resting spot, moving quickly to her door as she turned around, blushing with radiant happiness and pride as she asked her attendants, speaking softly, “Muss ich gut aus?” her smile only growing ever larger as they nodded, pride beaming in their eyes as they sent the young mare out to meet her glorious leader.

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Blondi cautiously stepped into the room. Her heart beating oh so rapidly, her breath quickening as she wondered what the Führer needed her for. Of course she had many fantasies regarding him and the empire. Serving the Führer, providing for the Führer… Pleasing the Führer most of all. Her tiny silken body nearly leapt at the perverse excitement that single thought gave.

As she looked through the doorway she saw him. HIM. Hitler! Her glorious leader. Her Führer. Everything she had every loved and hoped and dreamed for. She stepped, ever so cautiously into the room. She stared, a shiver running down her spine as she looked into the ornately decorated room. She hadn’t been in here before. She had never been permitted in here before, let alone invited. As she looked in, she saw him, in her mind he was glorious, absolute, beyond the simple restrictions of human kind. He was perfect.

She stepped into the room, she saw him, wearing the Wehrmacht uniform, standing at attention as she entered. Her heart fluttered. His medals adorned his chest, showing his valor and courage, his body was wrapped up in that patriotic bliss, that epitome of Duestch power and glory. She couldn’t deal with the totality of his presence, it brought her courage, it brought her hope, it made her wet.

He turned to look towards her, a slight smile on his face, overshadowed by the solemn way in which he greeted her, “Hello Blondi my dear.” simple, straight-forward, perfect. He stepped towards her, and she stepped towards him. His dress shoes making soft sounds against the floor, simliar to the sound of her own hooves as they brought their bodies close to each other. He crouched down, a slight smile just underneath his thin little mustache. His voice was soft, liquid gold to her ears, “We have activated die Glasphotonenkanonen. I need you now my darling… It’s time for us to serve our country….. But before that I thought… well… that you and I could spend one last moment together.” as his voice drifted off Hitler brought up a hand to run along the jawline of the mare in front of him, hope, excitement and love pressed forward in his eyes as he viewed the small creature. Bringing his hands underneath her, her breath nearly stopped, eyes wide in excitement, as he picked her up, his face close to hers, lips almost brushing up against her own as he stared into her stark blue eyes, a blush on his own face as he slowly carried her over to the bed of his private chambers. The door slamming closed.