Switched: A Soldiers Tale

The sky rent itself apart over the sunny city of Canterlot, revealing a massive swirling portal that seemed to glow with colors that mortal minds were not meant to see. Specifically, it glowed with six hundred and eighty two colors that, separately, would do nothing to a living mind. Together, they formed a light show that drove any onlookers into an intense urge to eat meat, had they tasted it before. Those who hadn’t simply continued on with their day.

A shame that only one person was there to see it. Abigail, the only human of this world and supersoldier of Equestria peered at the portal in a face that showed nothing more than mild annoyance.

With a loud shriek, another human, this one bearing strong reptilian traits such as a tail and claws, tumbled through the portal, slamming into Abigail and sending them both to the ground in an incredibly awkward heap of limbs.

“Ahh…. shit… that hurt… at least I’m on thi...s… oh. Oh shit.” Noticing a second too late where he was, Drake’s hands unfortunately squeezed the assets of the being pinned below him on reflex.

"Are you done?" Asked the owner of the mounds.

“Ah… you’re not pissed. That’s a first.” Drake slowly stood and offered his hand to Abigail, “Sorry about that… you must've summoned me at a bad time.”

"I never summoned you. I was here talking with Chitia and you dropped in," she said, looking at him and using his hand to pull herself up.

“Then… wait… what!? Okay, that’s weird. Restart, I’m Drake Long, aka SCP 682. And whose world am I currently inhabiting?”

"Mine. I'm Abigail, Punisher of Chrysalis, Tirek, and Sombra, and the War Maiden. Random summons are quite common, who was your informant on the Displaced?" She inquired.

“A guy named Don. I accidentally rampaged through my Universe when I was mind controlled and his alternate personality was in charge. We… uh… it was messy.”

"Ah. Well, here’s a copy of this," she deadpanned, handing him a book, "it has all the Displaced information you may need. I got it from my Displacer, Essence. You're likely from the Merchant."

“I… okay? Uh, if you hadn’t noticed, I don’t really have a lot of room to put this thing,” Drake motioned at his mostly pocket-less prison uniform, the three pockets on the entire thing only large enough to hold a single hand each.

"It folds up for easy storage," she quickly folded it into a smaller portable version, "that being done, I suggest you read up on Essence. The book is organized powerscale wise. She'll be near the end, a Meta."

“Huh. That’s cool. So, what do guys do for fun around here?” the reptilian teen asked, putting the book into his shirt pocket.

"I usually end up being called out for a battle so I have little to no idea," she shrugged.

Drake shrugged and looked around, “Well, battle’s good too, I guess. So… where the hell are we?”

"Right outside of Canterlot," she answered, gesturing behind him.

“Huh. Architecture’s different from what I’m used to. So, any big events happening? A war? A skirmish? Insurgency?”

"War with Chrysalis, Sombra, and Tirek. I've wounded them, when I landed here that is. Celestia has me running the army."

Drake turned in a circle, taking in the sights, “Y’know, that could be fun. I mean, I was pestering Doc Mind for a bit of excitement anyway.”

"Be my guest. Only reason Celestia gave me control was because of how much I messed up that trio. I'll tell her you can stay so she won't lock you up." Abigail reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone-like device. She tapped a few keys and put it away. "Done. Their tech here is so primitive that that thing looks like fire to a caveman, yeesh."

“Differences between Universes, I guess. My world has stuff that goes up to… I think around 80’s level tech, though magic makes up the difference and boosts it to a lot higher.”

"80s? My lord... What year are you from?" She raised an eyebrow.

“On earth, 2020. On Equestria… I dunno, never checked the calendar for more than the month and day. But Equestria is 80’s tech. Earth was… well, it had the iPhone 8.”

"I was from the year... 1,596,953 AD," she said, flicking her hand, "Dunno about Equestria."

“Jesus shit that’s a long way in the future….” Drake muttered, plopping down on his curled tail as if it were a large scaly pillow.

"Eh, I adapted, then again, we had some time travel," Abigail said, pondering.

Then the both of them stumbled as the earth shook with the sound of explosions. Stabilizing themselves, they looked around for the source of the interruption only to find a massive army headed toward Canterlot.

Abigail gazed over and squinted before speaking, "Around 15,000 strong, I'd say they have around 60 catapults, enough ammo to launch each 7 times. They have smaller explosives but their weapons lack. They only carry swords."

“From just a single look, eh?” Drake squinted off at the army, noticing the variety of races present, “Hey, Abigail, what races make up this army and what abilities do they have?”

"The main front forces are changelings, crystal drones, and brainwashed ponies. The drones are very resilient but slow, changelings are self explanatory, shape changing bugs, the ponies are the weakest. There are mercenaries of minotaurs and a few centaurs. Minotaurs are strong but stupid. Centaurs are agile and best at range. Honestly, we could take them," she finished explaining.

“Tch. Nothing worth assimilating. Well, I guess shape changing bugs could work for a hasty disguise…” Drake sniffed, clearly not at all intimidated by the advancing army, “Any way to break the mind control?”

"I could do this," she spoke, "Agility vx," and her clothing changed to a lighter type. She turned around and left a dust cloud before Drake saw Tirek double over, and disappear in dust. Next to him, Abigail held the already injured, priorly castrated idiot. "And, three... Two... One."

“Aww man. I wanted to have some fun…” Drake whined before shifting into Kaiju Basilisk form and shooting off towards the army like a mach 3 flaming meteor strike.

Abigail grinned and tossed Tirek backwards. "Someone who knows how to have fun." She raced forward and began the "Dance of Shattering Worlds."

Meanwhile, in Canterlot Castle, Shining Armor watched as the huge army was destroyed in barely two minutes by Abigail and a one thousand foot long flaming winged snake with laser beams. In short, he pissed himself.

Then the snake looked straight at his position and smiled. At which point the stream increased and he went flying out of room screaming for his mommy.

Back on the battlefield, Drake was somewhat happier than he had been earlier. As it turned out, the changelings actually did have useful material to assimilate, as he could now hold whatever form he wanted, even if it was only if the form had nearly the same body shape as him.

Abigail meanwhile was cleaning her sword and directing freed ponies towards Canterlot. She looked over to Drake, "Get something good out of this?"

“Well, now I can shape change a lot easier. That changeling DNA helped a lot… even if they tasted like cockroaches mixed with pork.”

"Ugh. That sounds awful as a flavor. Anyways, good, hopefully that helps," she grimaced before smiling.

“Yeah, it’s pretty terrible. So, that’s done. Now what?”

“Hell if I know,” she shrugged. “I dunno. How about pie? Pie sounds awesome.”