Ponies of the Battlefield

"Oh shit... What the hell just happened?" Said the U.S. Machine Gunner, panting heavily. He was groggy, and he could feel that he was lying back-down on grass. Immediately, he felt that something was wrong... He opened his eyes to see a incredibly bright cartoon styled sky, with a few cartoon birds flying around above him. "What. The. Hell." The soldier said, eyes wide.

He brought his hand to his face to see if he was cartoonized too, but realized that he had a bright yellow stub for a hand.

He pushed himself into a upright sit almost immediately. He slowly looked around where he was, still panting heavily.

He saw that he was in a field, full of bright colors, and in the distance he saw a small village. "Why does everything look like a goddamned cartoon?" The support said, his southern accent had a touch of fear in it. He then looked down at himself, remembering that he had a bright yellow stub for a hand.

"I must of hit my head pretty hard..." He said, his voice full of worry.

He... He had a bright yellow horse body, he also had a brown, bushy tail protruding from underneath him. The former human, not being able to cope with the reality, thought it was a side affect from being in a cave in, and it was just a dream.

'Might as well enjoy this...' The former human said, in his mind. He first tried to stand up on his hind legs, it was instinct. He lived his whole life walking on his hind legs that he didn't think about his new body not being able to do it. When he fell, he fell hard. A thump was heard, and it hurt pretty bad.

'Damn! That hurt a lot more than I thought it would... Wait a minute... You don't feel pain in dreams... He thought about while he got onto all four of his appendages. Could THIS be real?  He really didn't want to think about it. He swore silently as he faced the village he saw earlier.

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The walk to the village was long and boring, apparently it was much, much, much farther away than it looked. He walked for about 20 minutes, all the way, he was deep in thought about what was going on.

'What the hell?  What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? He repeated for a while. 'I thought this was a freaking dream, but man... That fall really fuckin' hurt!'

As the ex-human walked into the village, he was greeted by other ponies of various colors. He noticed one thing. That they all had tattoo type things on their asses. He looked at his own to see if he had one, and he did! It was a bullet-belt. The bullets were the color you'd expect, and the belt holding the cases together was gray.

He quickly snapped out of looking at his 'mark', as he realized he was getting a lot of stares. After all, he was standing in the middle of a town, admiring his own butt.

He moved along, slowly trotting down the pony filled street. He was calm and normal on the outside, as if he was native to the land, but on the inside, he was freaking out. There was one other thing that he saw that was really weird... Well... Two things. One, a pink pony dragging an unconscious jet black stallion out of an alley. Two, a blue pony with what seemed to be a Russian accent tumbling down a hill, soon followed by a creature that seemed to be made out of wood.

The former U.S. Soldier moved along, trying to stay out of the spotlight... Until he met a certain purple unicorn.

He bumped into her in a market. She stumbled a bit, and used her telekinesis spell to grab all of her stuff before it fell to the ground. As for Bullet-Spray... He barely moved an inch, but he did show concern. "I'm really sorry, miss. Are you alright?" He asked. Secretly surprised at how she seemed to just carry things with her horn.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine!" The purple pony said, rubbing her face with her hoof. She looked up at Bullet-Spray, and widened her eyes.

"What is it, miss? Do I have something in my teeth?" The stallion said, his southern accent filled with confusion.

".... No, but follow me, if I tell you what's wrong here, someone might eavesdrop on the conversation, and overreact." The purple pony said, in a low whisper.

She waved her hoof, for him to come with her, and she started trotting out of the market. He followed, worried enough to trust that this strange pony wasn't just going to lure him into an alley, and mug him.

The purple pony trotted on for another three to four minutes, until she got to a library, this library was different to the ones that Bullet-Spray have had the freedom to not go to before. This one was carved from a huge tree, which made it way more interesting to go inside.

As soon as Bullet-Spray walked inside, she shut the door behind him. She turned towards him, and looked at him, examining him. After a while she backed off, realizing she was entering his personal space. "Oh, sorry!" She said, backing up a few feet. She cleared her throat and started talking. "My name's Twilight Sparkle, I run this library." She examined him for a few more seconds before saying. "The thing I wanted to tell you was that... There's an ancient magic emanating off of you. This specific form of magic hasn't been seen for centuries. This type of magic was first used by Discord, the god of chaos." She took a deep breath in.

"So... before I do some serious testing, I must know your name." She said.

'Think, man. Think! What should I use for my name?!' The former human screamed inside of his head. In about six seconds he came to a decision.

"My name is Bullet Spray."