Dogfight Squadron

"There is no problem that cannot be solved by the use of high explosives."

                                                                - Bumper Sticker

Twilight had decided too bring me to the Cloudsdale production factory. Purposely built to build the Rattlers, the several thousand square foot facility was alive with the bustle of putting the pieces of the Rattlers together. I made a tour with her in my khaki Air Force shirt.

"Twilight, I might make a suggestion. Each section should make a certain part, then there is an assembly line where they get all put together. It would make this a lot more efficient."

"Yes, that is an ingenious idea..." The unicorn muttered as she took notes.

"Oh, no. You need to thank Henry Ford for that." I muttered, looking at a near completed jet. "He had the idea for his Model T car."

"Speaking of which, can you tell me about your race?"

"Let's put it this way. They're like ponies. Most are good, but many are evil. These jets were utilized by the evil Cobra terrorist group in the G.I. Joe comics."

"Human values?"

"Harmony, friendship, and love."

"I knew it! I knew it was universal!"

"But those weren't the greatest values. All humans value the truth the most."

"Oh. That's our fourth priority." There was a pause. "What was your inspiration to fly?"

I showed her a video. "I was there when they flew." I muttered when the fourth six minute video finished.

"Do you miss your old world?"

"A lot."

"Then why do you never show it?"

"I'm good at keeping my feelings in."

We continued to walk down the metal balcony.

"And I cry for Jon every night. Every damn night. But I have to suck it through."

"I'll see what I can do."

The next morning,  I woke up normally. Until I felt the hoof.

Screaming, I got up to realize that the hoof was mine. Then I noticed the wings.

I blasted into Twiligiht's library. "Dash-wha...?"

"JUST WHY THE FUCK AM I A PONY?"

"Eh....I thought it would help?"

"BITCH, IT TOOK ME HALF THE NIGHT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE THESE DAMN LIMBS!"

"The other half?"

"The damn wings." I looked down at my body. Completely naval blue except my belly, USAF markings were on my wings and flanks.

"You should be happy."

I looked up at her. "Wow, I would have never figured that out."

"Just a try?"

"Shit...fine."

"You'll get used to it. Don't worry, you'll fit in more."

"I sure as hell hope so..."