TTT

by FrostingOrb1766

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Alternate Universe, Science Fiction, Comedy
Length: 550

This story stars a trio of fillies, and they are at an endless war between Ponies, and Zebras.

War… is Hell! Looks like even the youngest of ponies can survive a brutal war, and this young trio will fight for and end to this endless war.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-14 15:19:30 UTC

Prologue

Once upon a time in the magical land of Equestria, there had been a war between Zebras and Griffons. When Ponies had herd about it, their leader, Princess Celestia, wanted it to stop. So she had dropped nuclear bombs on them, but ended up with Equestria as a part of the war. This war, was the Malplaceret War. Blood was shed for many, many years. Ponies were trained for the war from birth, only for most of them to be wasted for their first few steps into the battlefield. Others...? Well, there were three fillies named "Applebloom", "Sweetie Belle", and "Scootaloo", but I don't think... allright, allright, I'll tell their story.

These three fillies made their way onto the battlefield at filly stage, as oppose to the usual mare stage. And they killed an entire horde of Griffons with not a scratch on them, earning the title: "Three Tiny Terrors" (TTT). The TTT had stolen three rocket launchers, three earpieces, and three kevlar exosuits from the armory for all three of them to use. In terms of individual use; a custom scoped .44 magnum, a harpoon, and an infared vison monocle for Scootaloo. A special gun that dissipates any metal substance, a radiation rifle, and taser gun for Sweetie Belle. And for Applebloom; a handheld device for connecting to a sattelite to drop nuclear bombs, a shotgun with two barrels on it, and a tank... yes, a damn tank. They all went by their codenames: Applebloom was T1, Sweetie Belle was T2, and Scootaloo was T3.

Chapter 1: Just a Flesh Wound

It was on a plain battlefield of snow, T1 was in her tank. The TTT were up against sixty griffons, T3 was in the air. T2 was on the tank. The griffons had machine guns.

The griffons fired all willy-nilly; T2 was dissipating nearly every bullet they were firing. T1 fired a missile from her tank at the griffons; thirty-three of them died instantly. Thirteen of the griffons flew up towards T3; T3 started preforming a headshot spree on twelve of them, dodging the bullets. The fourteen griffons down on land were finished off easily. The remaining griffon, who had a set of prosthetic wings, managed to land a bullet directly on T3's jaw; she started bleeding like crazy from that area.

"T3!"

T2 then dissipated the griffon's wings, causing the griffon to plummet to his demise.

"Are you okay, T3?"

T3 was still airborn.

"Just a flesh wound."                                        :facehoof:/:rainbowlaugh:

The bullet was still in her jaw; T2 dissipated it.

"That'll do, know to move on. I can see a Zebra base up North from here, and I want to take it down by myself."

"If you say so, but what if you need help?"

"If I say it's Blue, then I'm completely safe. If I say it's Yellow, then they've found evidence of my presence. If I say it's Brown, then they've spotted me. If I say it's Red, then I need backup. And if I say it's Black, then drop a nuke, as it means I won't be able to get out alive. Make sure to contact me every 60 seconds, it's Black if I don't respond, as it would mean that I've died."

"Got it."

"All right, I'm on my way over there."