I sat in the kitchen with Veni on my lap. She looked back at me. "So, is--"

"Shut up." I was quick to turn her back around, my cock wedged deep inside her. "I've been through enough."

Veni wiggled her hips, sending a deep jolt through my pelvis. "The white fillies have not been enough?"

I huffed angrily and moved my hands over her hips. "Look, just don't even--" A loud rumble broke our breathing. "Did you hear that?"

Veni leaned her back against my stomach. "I only--" She stopped, her ears flipped back. "Oh, I do hear it."

I held my breath as the rumbling grew louder, it sounded like a diesel engine. "I think maybe this should--" Before I could finish the rumble became a roar and the windows grew dark. I looked behind me, still wedged inside the warm Italian mare. "Oh...shit." I rubbernecked and watched as the wall was torn apart, giant green tread ripping the wall to bits in mere seconds.

Veni kicked her legs and screamed like an idiot as the machine peeked into the house. "What is it!?"

I licked my lisp. "T-thirty-four." I held my breath as a full sized tank parked half in and half out of the room. "Well, whore."

The tank slowly swung the barrel around to face the back of my head. I took a deep breath and slowly lifted the mare off my cock, sliding damply off and leaving me flaccid as old celery. "So, this is how I die." I reached down and pulled my pants back on, a mighty shiver following me as I wrapped myself up. "Did not see this coming, probably should have...."

The hatch on the top of the tank flew open. "Attention glorious comrad, Soviette has come to liberate the--"

I looked back and watched as a bright red mare popped out of the top of the tank. "Oh fuck you." I stood up and brushed my lap off. "This is crap, this all is horse and bull shit." I stared up at the long green monster, along with the red maned mare staring down at me. "Oh fuck this...." I turned towards the hall, storming out to the sound of an angry Russian mare screaming her head off at me.

I started hitting the walls, alerting every pony in the building. "Wake up, war is over, Russia is here to complete this fucked up game!" I kicked the wall, watching as the ponies gathered up in the foyer of the nazi pony regime. "Alright...someone is fucking with me, so... I cannot."

I looked over the on edge crowd, a blue and yellow mare peeked in from the kitchen. "What goes on?"

I stared at her, then back to the gaggle of mares kidnapped by Aryanne. "Okay...I quit." I walked through the ranks, plucking a yellow, red, and green pony from it and hoisting her up over my shoulders. "We go...leave crazy place."

The mare looked around, not even bothering to speak. She just nodded a few times as I walked back towards the kitchen. I stopped for just a moment to look the blue and yellow mare over. "You want to go? I buy food, we leave crazy people to be insane."

The mare went bolt stiff as I watched the tank out of the corner of my eye. "Um...tak, tak tak tak." She nodded a few times and stood on two. "Chas, shchob pity." She coughed into her hoof and reached up towards me. "Please, carry?"

I nodded. "Yes carry." I scooped up the slavic mare with my free arm, turned to the busted hole in the wall, and walked right out.

It was a sunny day outside.

Author's Note

Gonna call it there folks. I don't think any other ending would have solidified my crazy ass story so well.

More nazi pony here...better this time, if less batshit crazy.