Ponies of the Battlefield

Several things flashed through the young spetsnaz soldier's mind. Fighting over a oil compound. Getting ordered to kill an enemy recon... Failing to kill said recon. The cold sting of death... Wait... DEATH!?!? The russian regained consiousness, but still had his eyes closed. He felt a small sting near his elbow, but that was good. If you can still feal pain, that means you're still alive.

He decided to test out his limbs, and senses. He could hear the sounds of a forest, but his ears felt... Pointier? Is that even a word? He could taste dirt, and his mouth felt different. His... Lower half, as some people would put it. He could feel that he hadn't lost it in the crash, but like the rest of his body it felt different. Legs? Different. Arms? Different. Wings? That's new...

The russian, code named "Fixit" after fixing a T90 tank, while being pinned down by several enemies, opened his eyes immediately, and sat up. Well, just like he felt, he looked different too. He seemed to be a dark blue pony, and he had a black tail. The russian couldn't see his mane, but it was probably black, as he had a black tail, and he had black hair back when he was a normal human.

Great. Fixit, the high-ranking spetsnaz operative was now a childrens play-toy.

Fixit had enough of sitting around on his... Damn, what are the horse's behinds called.... Flank! He decided it was time to check out were he was, and he probably had to look into the fact that he was A FREAKING HORSE! Standing up felt strangely natural, like he had walked on horse legs his whole life.

He was in a field, surrounded by forest. Birds flew over head, and every few seconds there was another stange animal noise. Fixit hadn't took another step before he heard growling. He muttered 'of course' and turned towards the source of the sound.

Fixit frooze in his tracks. A wooden wolf with glowing eyes was staring angrily at him. Fixit ran, but not before making a high-pitched squeal. He could hear the wolf like creature chasing him as he ran blindly though the forest. He couldn't help but think about how the creature was made of wood...

"Hah, you're made of erected reproductive organs!" Fixit yelled back at the creature. 'massacred that joke' He thought.

Fixit could see a clearing up ahead and hoped there'd be something to help him with his life threatening situation.

It wasn't just a clearing. There was a whole town at the bottom of the hill he was currently positioned on. Fixit wanted to stop to take a break from running, but hearing a wooden flesh eater only a few feet behind you, kinda motivates you.

Instead of galloping down the hill, Fixit rolled down the hill. He jumped into the air, and curled up into a ball, and sped down the exceptionally steep hill. It was kind of fun, at least until Fixit belly flopped into a fence, rattling it to the point were he thought it would break.

The former human shook it off, and climbed the fence he had just mega-flopped into. Fixit sat and stared at what he saw on the other side.

It seemed to be a market area, but everybody who was present were not humans. They were ponies, multicolored ponies. Some even had wings, or horns.

Fixit was was snapped out of it when the fence burst open right behind him. Making most of the ponies there gasp, and turn towards the source of the sound.

Fixit went tumbling along with the wolf. He was on top of the wolf before it used it's back legs to kick him off. He fell on his back a few feet away, and the wooden flesh eater pounced on him. It's claws digging into Fixit.

By now all of the ponies had backed off, but were watching the fight from a distance. Fixit was trying to push the wolf's razor sharp teeth away from him before he remembered a tactic he learned in training.

*SNAP*

Fixit snapped the monstrocity's neck, making what seemed to be blood pour through the cracks in the wood, but it was actually tree sap.

Fixit, tired from the fight, passed out on the spot, but not before spitting on the corpse of the wooden monster.

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Only a few moments after Fixit passed out, a very confused Dr. Whooves turned to his friend, Derpy, and asked. "D-Did that just happen?"