Ponies of the Battlefield

Images flashed through the young man's mind. Being trained as a U.S. Marine recon, going out to war, geting the nickname "Dead Eye," Being killed by a huge flying hunk of metal, AKA jet. The soldier felt the cold sting of death, but he was still alive, at least he thought he was. How was this possible?

The soldier felt a something soft under him, and he was wrapped in warm, soft, stuff he presumed was blankets.

'So I'm back at the HQ, in the hospital wing.... I hope.' The soldier felt... Different. Like he wasn't in his own body. He groaned, and shook his head slowly.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!? YAY!" An excited voice yelled.  The marine suddenly sat up, and his eyes snapped open. His jaw almost hit the floor when he saw his surroundings.

He was in a pink room. PINK ROOM.  Everything was PINK. He was on a soft bed, the blanket was pink, and the mattress was, you probably guessed it, pink. There was a mirror on the other side of the room, but he didn't bother looking in the it.

The thing that stuck out the most, was a pink pony, with a darker pink mane.

"D-did you just talk?!" The marine asked, confused, and a little frightened. The pink pony nodded quickly. She nodded so fast her head became a blur. When she stopped her eyes were messed up, and she was visibly woozy. She looked as though she was trying not to fall down. The marine responded with a quiet 'oh my god...'

"Where am I?" The recon asked, he was obviously a little scared.

"You're in Sugarcube-Corner silly!" The pink pony said again. He couldn't trust her.

"No I'm not! I've probably been captured by the Russians. You're just some experiment ment to get captured Americans to talk!" The american sniper accused.

"What's Russians?" The pony asked innocently. He didn't belive her yet.

"J-just let me go.... I'll make you feel good..." He said shamefully.

"I don't get what you mean" The pony replied, confused.

"Hmmm... How do I explain this without bumping this story up to mature?...."  The soldier thought out loud. The pink pony stared for a while before talking again.

"Just forget it. My name's Pinkie Pie, what's yours?" The talking, pink, pony, who's name was aparently 'Pinkie Pie.'

'I should just use my nick-name' Thought the marine.

"It's Dead Eye, now where am I, country wise?" Dead Eye asked.

"You're in Equestria, of course!" Pinkie Pie said. "You're also in Ponyville, you're also on 3rd street, and you're also in my room!"  She said in only about three seconds. All without taking a single pause inbetween words.

"Ok, Ok... Calm down.... Also, how did I get here?" Dead Eye asked. Secretly, he didn't trust her yet, but he would play along... For now.

"I found you in the alleyway yesterday, I couldn't leave you there! Some ponies stared at me while I was dragging you into my house, I wonder why..." Pinkie Pie said again, without any pauses.

"Yeah... I wonder why..." Dead Eye agreed, although sarcastically.

"Do you want to have a tour of Ponyville?" Pinkie asked excited.

"Sure, no reason not to" Dead Eye answered.

"Come on! I can't wait to show you to my friends!" Pinkie hopped around, excitedly.

Dead Eye jumped out of the bed, and tried to stand up. He ended up falling down onto his rump. Pinkie giggled.

"Silly Dead Eye, ponies don't walk on their back legs!" She said, she had a large smile, and she was still hopping.

"What?!" Dead Eye said, suprised. He struggled to get over to the mirror he saw earlier. He nearly screamed at what he saw.

A  stallion, just a bit larger than Pinkie stared back at him.