In Soviet Ponyssia...

That day you and the mob set up blockades and strongholds throughout the city. Street entrances were lined with makeshift tank stoppers that were made in the foundries. Every block in your small city had a 5 man patrol at all times. You needed to lock everything down because you know the army will want to retake the city.

It's been 3 days since you smashed that officer's skull in the street and already things are picking up. People are competing for wages and making more money, the fear of not having enough food for the night is non-existant, and everyone runs all aspects of life by themselves. We run the foundries, we sell food with fair prices, and our hospital actually heals patients now. All that is left is to survive the coming army and, hopefully, we can prosper without oppression.

"What are you thinking about?" you hear in a soft tone as you come back from your deep thought.

"Oh, nothing." you say, a little relieved it was Shy, while gazing at the moon. "What's on your mind?"

"I was wondering if you would want to go to dinner with me." she says a little hesitantly.

"Go to dinner with you?"

"Well, the grocer down the street put tables and chairs in the front of his store and he serves people food."

"That sounds interesting. Let's try it." you say a little cheerfully knowing that this is probably a luxury that, previously, only the rich had.

She giggles in response and walks out the door. You can't help but stare at the cute way she moves her rump while she walks, but you snap out of it and put a loaded Makarov in your pocket then head out with her. You both just chat about how things are improving while you walk to the grocer's. When you get there he greets you with a bottle of some sort of liqueur and a small table for two by the window. He lays out a white table cloth and sets a candle down in the window sill (which was a little higher than the edge of the table) and leaves to go get some pre-dinner bread.

"It's really nice in here." Shy says quietly, not to disturb the couples at other tables.

"It's perfect because you're here with me." you say with a small smile. This makes her blush.

You put your open hands on the table and lose yourself in her beautiful blue eyes. She puts her hooves in your hands and you both lean in for a romantic moment. The slow kiss is enhanced by dim, candle lit setting and her warm breath coming from her snout. You both sit back in your chair and take in the night when the window you are sitting by shatters. A grenade, that shattered the window, rolls across the floor and immediately you turn the table on it's side to use it as a shield while you crouch behind it and hold Fluttershy to protect her from the grenade.

As it explodes people scream and pain shoots up your back. Shrapnel broke through the table and into your skin. You pull out the Makarov and stand up to face the attacker who just ruined your night. You find yourself aiming your pistol at a small pony standing on his hind legs and holding a pistol at his side. You heart climbs into your throat when he lifts his gun to aim at you and you fire a round into his chest. You don't know how old he is, but when he fell to the ground and began screaming you can only guess he is no older than 6 or 7.

"Shy we need to leave, now!"

"Ok, but... you're bleeding!" she squeaks while her eyes water.

"I'm fine, we need to leave!" you shout as you grab her hoof and run out the door.

You haul back to your building and as you do you see fire fights breaking out in the streets between your rag tag mulisha and the Soviet army. You constantly have to duck for cover and inside shot up buildings or run the risk of being killed. By the time you get back to your room to grab whatever gear you might need, you've got five small red circles with drip trails on your back and the pain is getting more intense.

You gear up your MG42 with a 250 round belt, in a metal box you made that mounts on the side of the gun, and put a grenade belt on. Shy takes the SKS the guard left behind and decides to use this room as a birds nest to watch over the whole street. Just as you are about to head out and join the fight Shy throws herself into your arms and gives you one last kiss.

"Don't go." you hear her murmur with the gunfire of the street in the background.

"I don't want to leave you, but I want to have you to come back to. If that's going to happen I need to make all of them go away."

"Ok, but you have to come back to me. Promise me." she says while hypnotizing you with her sweetest and saddest voice.

"I promise Shy. I love you."

"I love you too."

One final kiss before you go to war.

You run down the stairs and find Aleksi waiting for you with a small group of armed men, plus a pony with an RPG-2. "Let's go." is all you have to say before the whole group follows you and begins wiping the street of all opposers. Left and right, military are getting mowed down by hails of bullets from your machine. Blood begins to coat the street and paint nearby buildings. The sound of gunfire and explosions fills the air and so does the smell of burning powder on this violent night. The rumble of a massive engine catches your attention as a tank rolls up to the end of the street and stops in front of the metal blockades you set up. You notice that this tank's barrel has a small plume of fire pouring out of it.

The turret on top rotated to aim down the center of the street. A torrent of flaming napalm from the barrel flooded the street with the smell of brimstone and gasoline. Those who weren't caught in the blaze and burnt alive had to fall back into nearby alleys and so did you. Just as you turn to run you are thrown to the ground by an armored soldier that came with the invading hoard. Before you can draw your pistol he stomps your face and everything fades away.