Fallout Metro at Dark

Chapters

Intro
Ch 1: Setting Up
Ch 2: Lost
Ch 3: Kamikaze
Ch 4: Lobotomized Pt 1
Ch 4: Lobotomized Pt 2
Ch 5: Prep For The Hunt
Ch 6: War Bonds
Ch 7: Down
Ch 8: Strength In Numbers
Ch: 9 Issues
Ch: 10 Darkened Dream
Ch 11: You Don't Nazi That Everyday
Ch 12: Friend or Foe
Ch 13: Back From The Grave
Ch 14: Regroup
Ch 15: Webbed Menace Pt 1

Intro

I walked through an empty corridor of emptiness with not a soul in sight. Redundant I know, but how else could I explain it with these tunnel systems looking all the same. The floor was littered with trash and broken glass. A light above would flicker constantly just near its end ready to burst. Yet I continued my walk with my Kalash 2012 (an assault rifle) held tightly in my hands with a grip so tight it tired my hands greatly, not giving myself a second to let my gurad down.

My eyes would scan the surroundings cautiously in quick succession along with a laser sight that would roam and creep across the hallway as I swept my rifle from side to side. I would almost hug every door I passed just to try the knob. Hoping the doorknob would twist and lead me somewhere else on my journey and not the begrudgingly fear of being trapped in a dead end. Forever trapped in the dark claustrophobic tunnels of the metro. I just wanted to see someone else... just a quick chat was all I was asking for… I was starting to get more, and more paranoid the longer I roamed. I felt I was losing myself the longer I went on with no contact with another human being.

Walking down the hallway I was met with the final door, and if it didn't open, I was going to be screwed. I needed to find food and water like any other living being. Currently, I was hungry with no food in sight. I crouched down low as I slowly approached the metal door that was for some reason oddly smaller than the rest. Carefully I pulled out my suppressor attaching it to my rifle (Kalash 2012). I screwed it on quietly. My eyes never left the door; staring longingly at the door. Hoping... that was all I could do in this situation… don’t let all that walking be for nothing.

I held my breath turning the knob gingerly all the way feeling no resistance. I took a deep breath before pushing the door in. Slowly aiming my rifle in the small crack of the open door. Before slowly creeping into the room. Eyes scanning the room for any danger around. I sighed quietly as I stood up with my rifle clutched in my tight grip once more, not wanting my weapon to ever leave my side. Continuing to look around I noticed skeletons just about everywhere, but not human skeletons... they were horse skeletons... but... no... smaller. Pony skeletons? I stared around in confusion. Wondering what kind of circus came in the metro system and thought it was a bright idea to bring ponies down here. Maybe they must have really liked horse meat?

"What the?" I poked a skeleton horse creature that was long gone by the looks of it. But why was a horse thing here, in a store? It was just now that I came to notice that I was indeed inside a store? I could only guess it was a store, a convenient one at that. Both literal and yeah… literal. I had never heard of a convenient store ‘in’ a metro?

Well I assumed it to be store products on the floor, in my sudden bewilderment I absentmindedly poked the skeleton with the suppressor on my rifle. Hoping it wasn’t just some monster that was just playing dead and was going to jump out at me once my back was turned. Nothing of intrest happened. I walked over to the shelves that hadn't been looted by the looks of it. All the cans were neatly standing in neat rows. I took a metal can in my hand looking over the product it advertised; Rice n' Beans I shrugged, getting on one knee pulling my backpack off storing all the cans I could fit in the bag. I quickly put on my backpack with my new arsenal of Rice n' Beans.

"New weapon unlocked... Stink Bomb." I joked to myself trying to lighten the mood for myself. Holding my arms outstretched looking around to see if anyone would humor me and let out a light chuckle at my dry humor. Though it barely did anything at all. Reminding me once more of how alone I was. “Right… that's right.” I sighed heavily as reality sunk in. Soon silence followed once more creeping into my mind. I flinched as if it was like pain shooting through my skull. The sound of my heart beating was the only thing alive to me. Silence was killing my sanity. I didn’t know why the thought of being alone frightened me so. I just wanted to give up… lay down and…

NO!

Shaking my head I tried to keep my mind busy. I started browsing the mini store with its very crowded structure making me uneasy between the three mini aisles at how cramped it all was. For one the ceiling was sunken in slightly and the shelves were shorter than me by a little bit... oh what am I kidding. These things are practically smaller than a human adult... was this a place for kids or something? No, that wouldn't make sense. The setting was grayed out and boring. No colorful colors and pastels.

My head would constantly bump against the ceiling. Since the roof of the store was so low. Good thing I was wearing a helmet. I saw some donuts but they were moldy in their boxes. Everything had gone bad except for the Rice n' Beans. To be honest, I didn't actually even know if they were still good to eat. Apparently canned foods lasted longer than boxed foods.

I shrugged to myself, finding an ice chest cooler with not so cool water. But I took the bottled water anyway which had a good amount of water still inside. It was cool that the water looked clean instead of the so common dirty water. But a shame there were only 14 bottles. Was I hoping for 24 or at least 36... maybe something bigger? But I had to store all the individual bottles into my backpack minus one making it 13 as I drank the refreshing water greedily. Not having water for a full day would do that to a man. The water weighed me down greatly. Thank goodness the bottles were not normal sized or not. Only time would tell.

I crushed the plastic bottle before any air could rush in. I sealed it with its plastic bottle cap. Storing away the flattened bottle. Storing it in my backpack/rucksack just in case of an emergency. A container to store water if needed or any other liquids…

I took some weird money from the cash register because why not. And I found gold coins! It had a sun emblazoned on it and on the other side of the coin had a crescent moon. I pocketed the money because gold was just beautiful to me. And in an apocalypse this was supposed to be worth something for some odd reason. Honestly I don’t think anyone would care for gold unless it was nations trying to rebuild but for right now this was just an investment of art.

I'm never going back to this depressing shop building thing. I continued my journey out of the small building? No, structure. I exited through the front door by using my common sense of direction. I grumbled bitterly entering another tunnel. Continuing my walk that quickly became a march as I held my gun in front once more in a never ending cycle, similar to a commando but I was no one. I just wanted to feel badass... just to make my depressing walk... How can I say this? Uh.... less shit? I don't know. I stomped on a puddle looking down in confusion unsure where the water actually came from. I turned on my helmet's light to see my own reflection of myself.

I had a heavy sherpa lined jacket, combat trousers and boots, a heavy chest armor, spaulders and the iconic Ranger helmet. The uniform was dotted with ammunition pouches, med-kits, and knives. I also had a sidearm, it being a Revolver with an extended barrel, a rifle stock that makes it a small carbine. I sighed as I stared at the reflection silently as I pulled down face plate to close of my helmet and seal my gas mask. As my helmet was pretty much a part of the gas mask itself. The filter was still good I believe.

Why did I stop walking just to gaze at my figure? I did not know perhaps it was just that I wanted someone to talk too and maybe seeing myself I could almost convince myself of seeing another human.

“Hey.” whispered to my reflection hoping to hear a response that never came. Or maybe I just wanted a ‘real purpose’ in my life. Like an action hero in those American action films.

Sighing, “Don’t go crazy now cowboy,” I crouched trying to lower the noise of my movement gently placing my head against a steel metal pipe that was up against the tunnel wall. I could actually hear voices by the vibrations. I couldn’t make out what was being said but it was a start, I smiled hearing voices talk. When suddenly a somber expression crossed my features, if I couldn't tell what they were saying they could very well be my enemy. But deep down I wished to see another friendly face. Now after my sudden revelation I had a bad feeling about whoever was talking. I could feel it in my gut. A "Hunter" always uses their gut feeling.

But as always I brushed my doubt aside. I just wanted to see a friendly face and find out why I saw and found a horse skeleton… ‘thing’ in this tunnel and why was there a store or whatever that place was? I continued cautiously even if I brushed away my doubt. I had to find out if they were hostile or friendly and maybe they could help me cook some of these "Pork n' Beans". I pulled out my knife killing some spiders on the way as they had spider webs nearly everywhere. Damn things were fast at work spinning webs. They were about the size of my hand, maybe slightly larger even. I wonder what a female spider of that size would look like… supposedly those were as we’d say… the “Big Ones” as spider females tended to be bigger in stature.

I reached the end of the tunnel following the vibrations from the long exposed pipe on the wall. Gently brushing my hand along the pipe. So that a creature smart enough would know where I am. Similar to a spider in that perspective only I was using myself as bait. I saw a fire up ahead in the darkness of this tunnel seeing figures but not human figures. But figures that were on all four. I sucked in a breath quietly aiming at them logically thinking of them as hostile. I was going to get a closer look for inspection and accuracy.

I wanted to know what I was looking at. I was hoping for it not to be a Nosalis. A mutated mole creature. I crouched slowly towards the barrel that was burning contents inside of it. Making me assume someone started the small fire and was probably dead if creatures were around the barrel of fire. Or perhaps these were his or her cattle? The thing that caught me completely off guard was the voices. These creatures were talking! They had to be unless they were very coordinated with having the animals move their jaws. I halted, lowering my weapon slowly. Trying to eavesdrop on them. I could see only four figures.

One looked asleep while the other three were talking to each other sitting on mats of cardboard as if it was a mattress of sorts.

"How much longer do we have to live down here?" A female voice said as all three of them had their backs turned to me. "I don't think I can live much longer down here," She continued. "It's just so depressing not to see the sun and all."

"What would you rather do than choke to death up there?" A male voice spoke next with a deep masculine voice. My mind stopped as they continued their conversation.

"No, but-" She was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

"The atmosphere up there is deadly, and we would die within seconds up there. There is no way we can live up there as we once did," The male voice finished sadly choking at the end of his words beginning to sob. "I want to go home too," He finished weakly. I saw the female voice speaker put a limb on the other figure, presumably the male voice.

I sneakily walked up to them readying my hand near my knife and the other over my Revolver just in case they turned out to be hostile. 'If it's hostile, you kill it,' I said mentally.

"Move and you're dead," I spoke up suddenly in a dead serious tone pulling out my knife poking one of the creatures in the back softly to get my point across to the male voice. It was probably dumb getting this close but I was hoping for a quick fight so my body would pump me with adrenaline in safe doses.

I heard the familiar female voice scream in shock from the threat and a new female voice that jumped away falling face first to the floor knocking herself out. The male voiced creature just sat stiff as a board while the female that put a limb on his shoulder started to cry as she sat still looking back at me with a turned head.

Using the male as cover I was able stay hidden in the darkness masked by his shadow. As it was well known that the closer you are to a campfire the harder it is to see in the darkness around you.

The one that was supposedly sleeping turned its head to face me and I saw it. The fire from the barrel illuminated the creature. It was a pony wrapped in bandages that were soaked red. I only saw the sadness in those eyes as the fire cast light on the pony. Sadness was the dominant emotion in those colorful orbs that showed true.

"Now listen here little pony, horse things. I just want some answers and then I'll be on my way," I explained casually, cracking a smile brushing the knife against 'The male voiced one' I dubbed it. I stood up at my full height making the crying mare whimper in terror.

"Please don't hurt them." The injured pony/horse spoke.

It annoyed me when people said that. Because it was just so cliche and used so much that I just hated that line of dialogue. "I won't if you give me the answers I want. Now, where are we?" I asked a simple question. Trying not to sound too lost. My map wasn't of any help and I was currently lost but I wasn’t trying to appear weak in front of strangers.

They stayed silent before "The female-voiced one" spoke. "You're in a mountain s-s-sir." She stuttered quite scared of me their unexpected guest.

"What mountain?!" I almost shouted at her for being vague. I hated when people wouldn't give me a detailed answer. It angered me to no end as I pressed the knife roughly against the Male-voiced one. Making it whimper in pain quietly. In my opinion, my voice wasn't that scary and would sound deep if I'm scared and right now I'm scared. Being shy and alone doesn't help me. But fear makes me scary, so I bared my teeth to intimidate the mare into giving me a more accurate and detailed answer. A scared animal is the most dangerous of all.

"We're in a mount-t-tain inside U-u-unicorn Range!" She squeaked as she choked on her words in fear. "Or something like that!" She shied away from me in fear which I enjoyed. I had them not be very hostile and mutually afraid with me except that they were powerless against me. Well, that's probably just what my ego was telling me and it might bite me in the ass later if I'm not careful.

I stood there in silence for a moment then crouched hesitantly as I proceeded with the new information taking it all in. I lowered my voice suddenly, speaking in a more of a relaxed tone taking a different approach now that I had already shown them who was in charge, "I'm inside a mountain... I see... and what the hell are you, a pony? You know… you being small and all... what am I kidding... I'm standing next to an alien you might have named yourself something else that sounds all alien and shizz," I said jokingly trying to lighten my depressed mood letting out a quite forced and dry laugh.

"We are ponies." The male voice said, shaking lightly. I observed his body movement, seeing him straining to keep himself still.

"So we aren't that far off after all," I commented. "What are your names my little ponies," I said jokingly as I sheathed my knife, storing it away casually. Standing up again and walking in front of them sitting beside the bandaged pony. To show that I was nice… for the moment. A nice chill conversation would be nice… that's what I wanted after all… when it suddenly dawned on me that I must have just lost my shit. ‘I’m crazy’ I thought to myself, smiling sadly in defeat. How else could a little horsey speak?

"I-I-I-I" The female one that I knew was a mare confirming my suspicion that she was a pony and I already knew Mare was woman and Stallion was man. Filly was girl, and the colt was boy... well that's how I saw it and I'm pretty sure that's how everyone else saw it as such.

"I'm Hunter," I stated as calmly as I could trying to sound cool as a cucumber. I would never lie to a friend or a neighbor but these ponies were not human but it was always best to show respect.

They just stared at me quietly, clearly confused by my actions. Of what probably looked like me trusting them. I kept my guard up. You never know if they'll try to strike me while I'm weak or in this case vulnerable...

They seemed to be too scared to say anything, so I told them I would help their injured friend. I opened a squared orange box; pulling out a small syringe. Stabbing the injured pony with the syringe made him grunt as I later found out looking at his scrawny figure and eyes... that he was male. You could tell by the muzzle and by their eyes the gender... unless there were transponies here. I thought he was a girl at first because of his high pitched voice. But now looking him over he looked to be... well... a guy.

The syringe was nothing more than a specially crafted morphine from chemicals I had stashed in my bag, all it did was numb the pain but to them it was like magic. The bandaged stallion stood back up feeling good as new.

The knocked out mare I left alone, she deserved her pain for being an idiot. And knocking herself out.

"Well I healed your friend, and now I think I should be going." I said swallowing harshly to think I lost my mind and was now talking to ponies being trapped in this humbly disturbing place called "Unicorn Range" inside of a mountain. The mountain part was nothing new to me though. I walked away from the pony group, heading presumably where they came from.

"Wait!" The scared mare suddenly shouted.

Reluctantly I turned around cautiously, my instincts telling me something was going to jump out at me. We looked at each other. Staring for a few seconds before she broke the ice.

"Where are you going?" She asked curiously with a hint of caution.

"Away from here," I said not wanting to believe what I was seeing and hearing. Must have been the lack of sleep. Maybe?

"But this mountain is the only place that is safe!" She said in shock. "When you break out of here and get to the surface you'll die!" She stated urgently.

I was actually confused by this mare caring for my wellbeing or maybe it was just the way I saw it. "Well, then I'll just die trying," I said defiantly. Her eyes widened in shock at my words. I took another step to just turning around to leave the mare, but just as I did something launched itself at me.

My back slammed into the ground as a Mole Rat jumped on top of me holding me down its jaw lunged towards my face. I quickly moved my head out of the way having the Mole Rat headbutt the Earth besides me. I smiled in my helmet rolling over so that the Mole Rat was under me I knee’d the damn abomination in the family jewels making the creature squeak in surprise before I pulled out my Knife stabbing it straight through the skull. The Mole Rat went limp as I got up and dusted myself off. As the ponies stared at me in disbelief. I was the Hunter around here not the prey.

"E.Z." I said giving them a thumbs up with both hands in return I got confused looks. I laughed, "I can take care of myself," leaving behind the stunned ponies.

This world... Was confusing. Which made me truly wonder what was going on here. I remember being on a mission to recon alone. As there was an attack on a fellow station I was protecting. Men all healthy just moments before were left in a hysteric mess.

Some out cold and others crying out about voices in their heads. The Dark Ones had struck again.

Determinating the mind of any who came into contact with them which made it my mission to hunt down and irradiate any Dark Ones I come across. They were tall slender beings that were once human yet were mutated by radiation as their bodies adapted while ours withered and died unable to cope with our cells breaking apart.

It was scary to think that our time on earth was gone and we were now being replaced by mutants.

Perhaps I encountered the Dark Ones and I was being mind attacked by some unseen force. Perhaps I was in the medical ward while my friend stood over me as I screamed out in hysterics. Screaming about taking horses and what not. Maybe I am crazy.

***

I carried on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The best I could do was stay calm.

I don't know how long I've been walking for like about 10-15 minutes as I walked checking my watch constantly for time. I was used to being at places early or right on the dot. I hated being late. Even though I had nowhere to go I just had to make my own objective for now.

Objective 1: Survive

Objective 2: Uphold The Mission of recon.

Objective 3: Take Down The Dark Ones.

Continued down the narrow path. Marching in a straight line. Readying myself for the end.

Author's Note

Edited 1/10/2022

Ch 1: Setting Up

Author's Note

Edited: 3/7/18
Merged: 6/1/18
Edited 1/11/2022

Ch 1: Setting Up

Cautious and on edge 24/7 because if you weren't on edge then you were as good as dead.

Nearing the end of the tunnel the bright light ahead seemed to be getting brighter the closer I got. An exit I hoped. When I reached the edge I could see snow piled alongside the walls in the tunnel.

"Is that the-" I was cut off as I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. I held my breath as I quickly dropped my gun which was held in a sling causing the rifle to swing idle as I swiftly threw my rucksack in front of me getting down on one knee. With one quick motion I unscrewed the bad filter from my helmet. Pulling out a fresh filter. Screwing the filter on so that I could breathe properly. Once it was on I exhaled and inhaled. When my breathing became easier I relaxed sucking in better air.

The filter must have just gone bad… or had for awhile and I had just now noticed it. Thank god it happened here and not out there… in the snow that would be worst case scenario. As feral beasts now roamed the earth and talking horses too I guess.

Catching my breath I picked up my rifle that was hanging by my side. Looking outside for the first time in days. I saw snow fall all around me marching out of the cave of darkness. Dead trees and with the wreckage of some kind. I saw more skeletons of ponies wearing torn up clothing. There were a lot of them as a matter of fact. The bags they had were opened and their contents spilled all around. Nothing of use to me.

'The ponies in that tunnel must have looted this,' I thought mentally starting to walk off to find something interesting and if I didn't find anything I could always come back and say hi... or eat those ponies. Knowledge is power after all as if keep in mind their location for later use if push came to shove. Truth be told; I'd rather eat ponies than starve to death out here.

I walked down the side of the mountain for awhile now unsure if I was walking down a path or might step off an edge as the blanket of snow made everything blend together.

I'd been walking for so long tha my feet were killing me. I saw a small town of ruined houses at the bottom of the mountain. Nearly tripping over the edge.

The snow died down. Giving me a chance to actually see it in all its not so good glory. looking just as fucked as I felt, but I've seen worse. And by worse, I'm referring to metro stations that have burned down... yes a station underground can burn down. I've seen it happen first hand. And starting fire’s was mainly banned in stations for fear of another raging fire. The more you know.

Carefully creeped around a narrow path making me really wish I had climbing gear so I could repel down safely. Stepping on a compromised edge that was just snow pretending to be stable ground my foot fell through.

Falling over the edge I was sent careening over the edge falling onto the side of the mountain rolling down the slope. Being encased in snow as I was being rolled into a snow ball.

When I finally hit the bottom my gasmask cracked now sporting a noticeable crack on the right side lens. I got up feeling my left arm bleeding lightly from the abuse, having scraped against some rocks on the way down. 'Thank god it was over'. I stood up shaking the snow loose feeling colder now regretted leaving the tunnel with the fury pony creatures, and their fire barrel of heat. ‘Should have brought that with me.’

I looked my gun over, inspecting it for damage and of course it had snow and ice crystals inside it. I grumbled as both of my guns were basically screwed. I didn't want to think about how bad this was for their functionality. If heard of stalkers having their guns malfunction when it was dropped in snow but mine had its barrel filled. Resisting the urge to poke a stick in the barrel to try and dig the snow out of my rifle. I pulled out my knife not being the happiest guy in the world marching quite quickly to this town. Fucking mutant ponies.

I looted the empty town for anything useful, yet what I found was anything but useful. It was all items you'd see in any other home. Plates, chairs, beds, pictures...

As useless as they images were, they told me alot. As the saying goes: 'a picture is worth a thousand words'. Smiling ponies and happy families saddened me as I saw the dust covered pictures. Some still in their frames of shattered glass.

Seeing the destruction only made my blood boil to think that someone would do this. Send the world into hell. Curse the Americans! Curse the Russians! Curse everyone who chose to launch such horrific bombs.

It made me think of all the human life lost over politics and land. Well we not had our the land our government wanted! Radiation and all!"

Moving around the house were a bunch of trip wires that I easily avoided and the small door frames. Nearly bumped my head on the small doorways multiple times.

It was a pretty boring experience to say the least, until I an odd group of ponies came with gas masks came to the small town.

I easily spotted them as they didn't even try to mask their presence. Because of the bright headlamps that exposed their positions like big bright becons that just screamed 'shoot me'.

The sun was setting so I guess I could understand their reasoning. I felt ready for a fight... the sad part was they had guns... and I only had two metal icicles and a damn toothpick, and yes I'm talking about my guns and my knife. They even had floating guns!

What kind of alien shit was that? Where these ponies secretly the dark ones? Shape shifters perhaps?

Some ideas came to mind as I thought about what my next move would be.

1.Kill them

2.Befriend them

3.Hide

4.Runaway

(Now just some music)

The ponies with gas masks are either scouts or they're trying to reinforce their territory. Who knows really it could have also been something I didn't know about. Like everything else about these ponies.

I stayed out of sight. Opting to cover myself with snow and regretting it seconds later...'I'm freezing my balls off!' I mentally shouted. Being blessed by the snowstorm, covering me up, blessing me with additional cover. Yet I knew I couldn't stay here for long or hypothermia would surely end me.

Just in case if I would have to move. The ponies were getting crates from a house I didn't get to check... "You cucks!" I growled at them quietly. The snowstorm masked my growl quite easily. The cold hardly suppressed my anger.

I marked them out mentally thinking it down, on my mental list. Four Heavies and eleven in just plain winter gear. After about an hour or less, they started to leave. "No my livestock," I joked to myself, getting up to shake the snow off of my heavy sherpa lined jacket. "I really should have thought this over," I muttered to myself but was still smiling at my own joke nonetheless. Jokes kept me moving... they were almost magical… like little unicorns.

The wind howled loudly as I stalked them through the snow. They were cautious and so was I. They were prey, and I was the predator... a handicapped one... without a gun and all... but I still had my evil toothpick of death.

As I stalked them I could only wonder why they haven't gotten attacked yet? I don't like it when others die. Believe me, but ponies confused me. Wondering whether I should care or not. Nothing against them of course. Well, unless you consider them to not be human. We weren’t exactly allies either but them appeared sentient enough.

I started to hear howling and a bunch of scampering feet. That's probably my only way to possibly describe it. The ponies seemed to be forming a circle getting in a tight formation. Using the crates they found, as a form of a barricade. I just went prone stopping in my tracks seeing a mini stampede of Watchers, about around 40. But these Watchers were pretty small. Different from the ones I was used to seeing. They're like the size of a Lurker... maybe even smaller. It was a strange sight to behold.

Watchers are supposed to be large mammals. They look like dogs and have the same behavior as such. Watchers can commonly be found standing up on two hind legs sniffing the air or baying into the distance. A Watcher's mouth is very odd, you see. It is angled upward and sunken into the face, giving the watcher a face reminiscent of a BullDog or Boxer breed of dog. A pair of phalanges adjoin either side of the mouth and have some teeth lining the lower edge. These are probably used to give the watcher a greater surface area when biting, or to amplify its howls. No one really knows.

"Fifteen ponies vs an estimate of 40 Watchers give or take. What a show this could be," I said kind of helpless myself. I could put myself in danger trying to help the little cutesie ponies and die or let them fight it off and possibly strike them while they're weak. What to do? Life is strange with the choices that run wild in my mind.

My mind ran wild with possobilities.

1.Help ponies.

2.Wait it out.

A.Help ponies from the aftermath

B.Kill ponies while they're weak

I was going to wait it out. It was the only thing I could do, my weapons were useless... but by looking at the size of the watchers my knife looked like a pretty good option, right about now. I wouldn't be of much help.

I would actually hinder them if I jumped in. So I was better off watching Ponies vs Watchers in combat! I would be lying to say if I wasn't at least a bit excited to watch this event go down. 14 Ponies vs 40-ish Watchers! Yeah, I'm not going to count it exactly. Those suckers are running and are all over the place.

"I hope for a quick clean match," I muttered to myself quietly humoring myself as I recalled from a book that I had read a long time ago; an American book to be exact. I readied myself in the snow for a show. Holding my knife out in front of me at the ready just in case.

The Watchers ran around the ponies' circled formation. While most of the ponies had guns, and about 4 of them had melee weapons... at least that's only what I could see. Some guns they had had auras of faint colors around the guns that confused me a bit. They could make their guns float in the air? I did see them doing it earlier when I had first spotted them. It didn't make sense or it did? Well... I guess that would make sense, for them having hooves and all... WAIT WHAT THE FUCK! I tried squinting my eyes to get a better look.

The ones that had guns floating had a mini spear on their heads, reminding me of unicorns... but those don't exist. Or so I thought apparently. The only ones I knew about were the ones in coloring books and in Greek Mythology. Even the ones I saw in the cave were all ponies from my world. Minus the talking and having strange colors. unless the radiation had tainted them somehow? I knew from books. So unicorns do not exist! 'BUT FLOATING GUNS!' A part of my mind screamed. 'Shut up you!' I screamed at the part of my mind that believed Unicorns exist! I scoffed, unicorns don't exist.
That is just ridiculous. I was promised flying cars not flying guns!

The other ponies looked like regular ol' ponies to me. No shank heads or anything fancy, just winter gear that I was used to seeing. Except that, theirs was made especially for their unique four legged body structure. These mutant ponies were getting on my nerves. It was as if they were mocking me, by how human they acted. They wore clothes, used weapons, and even talked! If these ponies replaced humans... I was going to start killing them all… Was they American made mutants? Using tiny horses instead of the half human half ape super soldiers Stalin once demanded? The leaders at the top have a wild imagination.

But that could wait until later, right now I had a show to watch! I watched in anticipation as the ponies made the first attacking move trying to take the advantage. But they're attack only enticed the Watchers to make their move as well. Counter Attacking a little watcher jumped at an equine but was quickly blown out of the air by one of his buddies sporting heavy armor and a shotgun that I wasn't very familiar with. It was sort of like Uboinik or how I and others like to call it the "Shambler". But it was very different not having the shells exposed to the outside. The Ponies were getting swarmed by the miniature Watchers. They even started to shoot their own teammates trying to shoot the little buggers off.

The circle formation was great! But they boxed themselves in and didn't pull it off correctly. But they seemed to be pulling through, disappointing me greatly... 'but what can you do?' I shrug in the snow, continuing to watch. I had wished they’d be more easily dispatched so I could strike them while they’re weak so I could get my hands on one of their functional weapons, but before I could cloud my judgement they seem to make a comeback.

Something magnificent happened; a bunch of mini Watchers swarmed a heavy stalker ripping him to shreds. Even his armor as well. Metal plating was seen flying off his figure.

A swarm was dangerous no matter the enemy... it was an obvious fact. I watched the male pony scream in agony as some of his friends watched him die in a bloody fashion. Tiny mouths devouring his flesh. I snorted watching them stare at their dead comrade. I held back my laugh even though I knew the snow storm would most likely drown it out. But I didn't want to take my chances with midget Watchers on the loose.

A female pony screamed; just as a mini Watcher bitten into her leg latching on. Well, it could be a male but I couldn't exactly tell from this distance. Like the injured pony in the tunnel, I encountered earlier with those other pussy ponies. He was small and frail, I had mistaken him for a mare from his high pitched voice, and frail body.

About four ponies died and about 3 Watchers ran away... well those are the ones I counted anyway. I saw the ponies checking to see if their downed comrades were dead or not. The rest of the ponies were injured... if you call getting scratched up "injured" and shot by your own companions. The snowstorm started to die down. So, I thought I should probably be 'mister nice guy'. So I could know what tunnel they themselves are holed up. So I can find shelter for myself. I took in a deep breath before standing up until I was in a crouched position trying not to scare the scared ponies; who had just survived an attack.

"Hey! Little Ponies!" I said in a hopeful "Friendly" manner. I called out from a snowy hill I was now standing upon.

A bullet whizzed by my head I heard the whistle it made, almost clipping my helmet. "Hey watch it!" I shouted, dropping back down quickly to the snow plush ground. "I'm not your enemy!" I shouted angrily. A few more shots were fired in my direction. "I will be if you don't stop shooting at me!" My temper gradually rose even though I was kind of shouting empty threats. Having two iced metal clumps and my "Legendary toothpick of death!" 'So maybe not so empty after all...'

"Hold your fire!" I heard a male voice shout, having the guns shut up their roaring in the process.

I stood up again raising my hands up in a 'what the fuck is your problem gesture'.

I'm going to talk some sense into these goddamn ponies!

I made a quick mental checklist of my options.

1.Resist temper 1/3

2.Stay angry

3.Fight

4.Shit pants.

5.Act as if he had high charisma

With the storm having died down. The howling wind quietly declined in volume. Me and the ponies looked like we were having a stare down... Well... I was kind of scowling under my gas mask. I could tell they were scared because they didn't say or do anything, watching me cautiously.

"You almost shot me you sick fucks," I growled making the ponies flinch visibly. I was more scared of them than they were of me. That's for sure. They had a group that easily outnumbered me and if you know anything about numbers… they could swarm me. And they had "Weapons" and I had neither, but you know what I said about scared animals. . . they were dangerous.

"Who are you?!" The biggest stallion of the bunch shouted at me. The one that told his idiots to hold their fire. I respect him already.

"I'm Hunter!" I said to keep things consistent. Just in case I bump into those idiots I met in the tunnels. I have to be a good liar. Or else I could earn a bad name for myself or be killed because these little creatures may grow trust issues.

"What are you doing out here!?" He questioned me openly as the blizzard seemed to have come to a complete stop. I could actually see beyond the snow now, and it made my heart beat faster; giving me time to examine my surroundings once more. Snow as far as I could see. Mountains. . . mountains everywhere. . . and the sky. . . it was covered by clouds, but why? 'Stupid! Right snowstorm.'

'I could ask you the same thing,' I said mentally but not wanting to get shot from the backlash, of being sarcastic I opted for a much more subtle approach. "I was just looking to see the world on the surface! It sucks being cramped deep underground. Gray. . . gray everywhere! Am I right?" That was not a complete lie... I'd been stuck inside that damn mountain for a long while now. . . It was a pain in the ass to finally get out of there.

"Take the supplies back home. I'm going to have a chat with our newcomer." The big muscular pony spoke to his "little comrades" he strode over to me. He was quite intimidating! 'Phft!' He stood in front of me with his gaze fixated on me, while his ponies left us alone together taking their loot crates with them.

He flexed his muscles that showed through his winter coat designed and fit for a pony for his size. . . HE WAS ABOUT AS TALL AS MY SHIN! Maybe even smaller. You heard that right. He was small as fuck. I had to hold back my laughter, he was much more muscular than the rest of the ponies I'd seen here; but they were taller than this short guy.

"What are you, newcomer?" He asked me to staring deep into my soul. . . with his eyes trying to pierce my very being! "The name's Big Stuff." He said stoically.

I sniffled a laugh, I still couldn't get over his size. "I'm a Ranger," I said with a shrug. What do you want me to say "Human?" that would be lame. . .

He just nodded his head mumbling the word "Ranger" like if he was trying to remember something important. "Like Sparta?"

"Yes that's it, you heard about it?"

The stallion nodded. "Sort of. I heard about her..."

"Her?" I asked.

"Yeah she's over there." Big Stuff pointed to the group leaving us.

We followed the group as we continued to talk, "Anyway I need a place to stay warm. I was stuck inside that mountain over there for a while now," I said pointing to the mountain in question. "I can trade with some food I have." I tried to persuade him, even though I had a bone to chew with whoever fired at me. Assholes. . . they don't know God, but I’d be gald introduce them. . . you mutant fucks.

"Hello? Hunter the Ranger? You-who?" The muscular short stallion asked me jumping up and down trying to wave a hoof in my face, trying to snap me out of my stupor. Yet he only waved near my stomach area being so short.

"Oh. . . uh. . . sorry," I said slowly, shaking my head. 'Get your head in the game!' I screamed inside my head trying to get my head out of the clouds. . . that would be quite nice. . . to have your head in the clo-oh right!

"You kind of spaced out there, for a second there, Hunter," He said, sounding concerned for me through his gas mask. These ponies were catching me off guard left and right! They actually know how to sound generally concerned for my well being. First, it was the mare in the tunnel, now 'Short Stuff' here. 'My mind must be playing tricks on me or something.' They acted so human... Not like the ones in the tunnels as everyone was out for themselves but back before the war. During peace time.

I tried to ignore the feeling inside that these ponies were just as good as a friendly human being. . . but most of us humans were bad. . . so. . . if there were good ponies. . . then there must be bad somewhere around as well. But the question is where? This short stallion and his ponies or the ponies in the tunnels could all be bad for all I know. My mind ranted, looking down at the short stallion crouching low so that I could be a little level headed with him.

Suddenly Big Stuff’s tone changed to a lighthearted tone."You seem pretty chill. . .” He noticed me shivering, freezing my ass off. “he-he you get it? Because you're covered in snow and look like a snow-pony!" He joked, making my eyes roll.

“Very funny.” I noted dryly brushing off more chunks of snow off.

"Anyway, you can crash with us, but. . ." He started growling with a stern tone speaking back in his big boy voice. "If you hurt anypony, I'll make you regret it." He said in a deadly tone. making me stare flatly at him through my gas mask. I really didn't care what this little pony could do. I could just stomp on his little pony head, and smear his pony brains beneath my boot if I wanted too.

"Sure let's just get out of this damn snow." I agreed without a care even though I made it sound like I did. Make them believe I'm nice.

As we trudged through the snow. Following closely behind the small pony, stepping on his tail a couple of times along the way.

"So, I'm not dreaming am I?" I asked the ponies to check my sanity.

"What do you mean?" One of the mares asked.

"I'm talking to a talking pony." I told her bluntly. "This is like some little girl fairytale. Which is why I have to ask if any of this is real."

The mare kicked me in the shin.

"Ah!" I grabbed my shin hopping up and down on one leg. "You bitch!"

"See, not a dream. All real." She answered smugly. "If this was a dream you'd wake up. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news princess." The mare chuckled.

Glaring at the back of her head I saw 'Sparta' written on the back of her helmet. My eyes narrowed as I had the same thing written on my own.

As I was part of the Spartan Order. A ranger. As to preserve what remained of the military.

Which begged the question... Was she apart of the order? She must have been the one the little pony was talking about.

"Sparta?" I said aloud.

"Hmm?" The mare turned to look back at me.

"You have it written on your helmet."

"Oh, that's just my name." She nodded.

My eyes widened, "Seriously?"

"Yup, and it's the name of a group im apart of." She added.

Before long we finally made it to our destination. We walked down a non-functioning escalator. I was used to seeing them non operational it was no surprise that it didn't work. We walked down until we were met with a metal door, that looked more like a thick metal gate than anything else. It also looked so very familiar. Just like "VDNKh" a commonwealth of stations that united to keep peace in the underground train tunnels.

"Hey open up, it's me, Big Stuff! And I brought our new Ranger friend with me!" He said banging a hoof on the metal gate/door. There were some small holes for me to see through. I got in close looking though, I could see a flickering light that I already knew was firelight; from a flickering flame. The metal gate-like doors vibrated a bit before an opening began to appear, where both of the metal doors started sliding out of our way moving to the sides. We were greeted with ponies wearing armor, a few had helmets while the rest didn't. We strode in like we owned the place yet I stood close to the small stallion, this time making sure I didn't trip over his annoying tail. The number of ponies all around was quite intimidating. Being all alone, eyed up and down like a specimen. 'A mighty fine specimen! If I do say so myself.'

The group that had brought me in dropped the bags of supplies they had scavenged when suddenly loud howels of went out.

"Hurry close the door!" An armored soldier cried out.

We backed away from the opening as the metal doors grinded noisly beginning to close.

In the boxed room we were in we walked up against a wall as Nosalis appeared near the vents ramming their claws against the vent covers. Snarling at us wanting to get at us.

"Open fire!" The soldiers fired at the monster as more came beating on more vent covers.

Up on the ceiling located in the middle of the room. A vent cover broke off as a the Nosalis the mutant mole appeared jumping at me.

I stabbed the creature as it snarled and snapped it's jaws near my fave. I kicked it back as the ponies finished it off. We were like fish in a barrel for these creatures.

I backed away staying behind the ponies using them as meat shields when suddenly a vent cover fell on my head making me look up as claws came down at me. Slapping my shoulders as another mutant slipped out falling on its back laying itself out for me.

I kneeled down stabbing it in the head. Getting a clean cut in as it cries out going limp.

The room was blinding with bright white flashes of gunfire. Feeling a bullet or two strike my armor from friendly fire. "Watch your aim!"

"Sorry!" Sparta exclaimed as a Nosalis lunged at the ranger but the pony kept the monster at bay using the rifle as leverage as she threw the monster aside and fired her rifle into it until it stopped moving.

Big Stuff bucked a monster back across the room which was impressive for such a small animal his size.

Before we knew it. The event was over.

Two stalkers who were alive just moments ago were now dead.

"We're eating good tonight ehh?" I tried to liven up the dreary scene.

Everyone gave me a cold look.

"What? It's normal." I cleaned the blood off my blade putting it away.

And with that we finally went through another door. Entering the station. Paying attention I mapped out the layout of their 'home', if push came to shove I would be. . . ready. Now that I think about it. . . it probably wasn't one of my brightest ideas walking into the damn lion's den. . . Why did I agree so fast? Was I going to get a cozy place to stay? This is anything but cozy. . . Surrounded by annoying pony eyes, but it does remind me of home. . . Everyone would watch my every move in curiosity; wondering what I would do next. I was highly respected going to the surface and coming back alive.

I walked a bit straighter since we were of the cold. I had no clue where Big Stuff was taking me. Probably his leader. . . 'The little savage!' My mind screamed as we stopped at the corner of the station right in front of a brittle old mare. She had a white mane and a snow white coat. Well, it would have been, if it wasn't so damn dirty. Big Stuff's colors were unclear even when he did take his gas mask off, he was dirty. Oh okay, an old lady. . . yay. . . ? To save my filter some justice I lifted my gas mask off my face lifting it up until it was stationary on my helmet facing upwards locking in place.

"See you around." Sparta raised her gasmask, winking at me playfully as she sauntered off.

"Grandma, can our new guest Hunter stay with us?" Big Stuff asked his 'grandmother' for permission. Now that I think about it. Big Stuff was probably a teenager. I just stood off to the side awkwardly scowling to look intimidating. While some ponies that were walking by stared at me, whispering behind my back to other ponies and it annoyed me. -'Talking behind my back you little shits, if my guns weren't fucking popsicle sticks you'd already be dead for talking shit about me.'

"Whatever, Small Stuff," The old mare said to her grandson. "I'm too old to make many decisions. . ." She looked ragged and tired as if she hadn't slept in days. . . I knew that feeling. And everyone I knew, had that exact same feeling. She didn't even want to make a single decision either. She was just too tired. I felt that.

"Grandma, it's Big Stuff!" He said as his ears pressed tightly against his head making him look hopeless, and I liked it. Acting all big. . . stuff you small fry little bitc- right... he's trying to give me a place to stay. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to talk behind his back. I'll stop thinking bad about you, Small Fry, only for now. I sigh loudly, getting the old mare and her grandson's attention.

"Thank you, miss..." I said, trying to sound polite and maybe get a little respect on the side. I said 'thank you' even when they didn't even decide on anything.

"Mrs. Stuff." The aged mare said with a small smile.

"Thanks for letting me stay. I promise not to make or mess or whatever. Big stuff could we talk for a bit?" I said watching the old mare walking into her train cart home.

"I don't have a shift until a couple of hours sure." Big Stuff said with a shrug with a relaxed smile.

"I need help with a couple of things... you know, getting the lay of the land.”

"Alright?" The small stallion asked with a confused look, from my sudden wording taking a seat near the train cart’s door. His grandma's chair.

"So what do you ponies here use as currency?" I asked curiously.

“Well currency… We still use bits in friendlier stations.” Big Stuff showed me a golden bit. I had several of those after looting that cash register earlier. “But in more shady stations bullets are more eagerly accepted, especially in tall orders. And in poor stations clean water and bits are accepted though you could also trade goods for another and just haggle with a vendor.” He explained.

“Ah I see.” I noted. “So… Can I trade? I have some canned food I wouldn’t mind trading.” I said standing back up eager to get this weight of water and canned foods off my back. It really was not such a big deal but I really preferred to hold lighter weight rations than full on cans as they were only ever really good for trading them as charitable donations for a good rep around the metro. A few bullets given back in exchange would not hurt too.

“Just come back when you’re ready.” Big Stuff said. “And remember… no trouble.” The short pony said, holding his hoof to his eyes then extending his leg outwards towards me. In a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. “I won’t keep you.” He waved me off as I hesitantly left on my own wandering around the station looking for the market. Following the signs, arrows and funny pictures. The wording was oddly american… this must be a capitalist experiment afterall… I noted. Shaking my head I roamed around the station unaccompanied by a pony escort. I felt exposed to the elements of stares.

My eyes burned from fatigue as my eyes strained to stay alert. Rubbing my eyes I roamed around being the center of attention placing my hands on my hips trying to act ‘casual’. Finding a random stall that appeared to be opened with a lone mare manning the wares. At the moment she was reading a burnt magazine that was a bit crisp at the edges from wear and tear. The stall itself was nothing special. She seemed to be in the market selling canned foods. Perfect!

“Greetings,” I waved a hand awkwardly towards the mare as if I were an alien introducing myself to the pony.

The mare put down her magazine looking turning to face me, then having to look up her eyes widening as my stature sunk into view. “Uh… Can I help you?” The mare asked, looking uncomfortable seeing such a strange creature. I can relate.

“Maybe you can.” Getting down on one knee I removed my rucksack bringing it in front of me so I could be at her height. Not wanting to scare the mare off doing business. Tact was required for these sorts of things. Pushed a seller too far; they might refuse to do business altogether.

Delicately I removed the cans from my bag one by one lining them along the stall’s table top. “I was just wondering if I could trade these cans in for some bits?” I asked with a casual nod trying not to overthink this. Talking to a pony was weird and I must be going insane but it was just better not to think about things like this. Just ignore… everything will be fine…

“Sure… I can do that. Names' Bit Collector” The mare nodded counting the cans as she tapped her hoof on the roof of the metal cylinders keeping count. “3 bits for each-”

“-5 bits for each.” I cut in not wanting to get shafted in this deal. Even though I found out through ‘Big Stuff’ that bits were used as currency. I really did not know how much value these bits held.

The mare looked taken aback from my sudden assertiveness. “Excuse me sir, but my price is 3 bits each.” The mare seemed to have grown some back bone as she leaned forward in her chair.

“How about this, 4 bits each?” I suggested trying to strike a bargain. Haggling for a better deal since this mare seemed dead set on 3 bits each.

“Deal!” Bit Collector exclaimed as she stuck her hoof out with a pleased smile.

Reaching over the stall my gloved hands wrapped around her hoof causing her to not looks so confident. She gasped lightly as I wrapped my hand around her hoof, shaking it.

“Deal.” I replied as I awaited my payment of golden bits.

The mare blushed as we shook on the deal her eyes glued to my gloved hand. When I was satisfied with the handshake I Unfurled my fingers from her hoof retracting my hand back by my side.

The merchant mare took the cans as a smug smile crossed her features, she scooped up the cans pulling them towards her like a gambler that had just won the whole pot. Stacking them behind her stall. Next I decided to sell some of the water bottles I had. Wanting to lighten myself up a bit more and hopefully add some bullet weight instead. I planned to shoot something along the way. I could not stay here forever after all. I needed to find out what was going on around here.

Adding 77 bits to my count I was happy to say that I had over 80 bits to my name. The golden coins clinking together were like music to my ears.

“Please come again!” The mare happily waved as I left.

Awkwardly I waved back unsure why she was so happy, unless the bitch scammed me!

The mare must have seen my look as she quickly went quiet with her eyes avoiding my spiteful gaze. She knew. I knew. We were going to leave it at that, for now, but I will never forget that face.

Next I went asking around for an armory where I could hopefully ask for some weapon maintenance to get my frozen weapons cleaned up professionally. Since I was going to need a place to leave my weapons out to thaw.

Finally after a short while of asking around for a pony who would help me I was directed to the armory I was confident most of every metro station had. Since how else was this station supposed to arm its guards with? There had to be an armory and armory there was.

First I had to walk through a guard checkpoint. I flashed them with my frozen weapons that were dripping as the ice and snow began to melt dripping drops of water onto the floor.

A guard knocked on the metal door, a slide opened up as a pair of eyes looked through. “What do you want?” A gruff sounding stallion asked only to be able to see my stomach through the metal slot.

“I heard you could help me with my weapon maintenance.”

“Weapon maintenance, do I look like a damn grease jockey to you?” Came the stallion’s response. He sounded insulted for such a request.

“I will pay you.” I answered simply.

There was a brief pause for a moment “In that case… I can take a look at what you have.” The sentry window closed as the stallion slidded the metal bar over the eye slot. There was the sound of metal grinding as the locks moved behind the door unlocking the door.

I waited until finally the door swung open.

Once again I had to crouch down to fit myself through the pony sized door frame. Gripping the edges of the door frame like some sort of monster pulling myself through. Once I entered I was met with a workbench on one side and machine guns and rifles neatly lined vertical rifle racks on the other..

The guards closed the door behind me from the outside with only one guard inside the room with me and the armorer. The single guard watched me cautiously as I walked to the gated stall where the armorer was waiting on the other side. He was an aged stallion unicorn with a brown mane with splotches of white in his mane clearly he’s been around for awhile. I placed my two weapons on the table so the armorer could take a look at them.

My eyes were glued to his evenly grooved horn.

“Hmm…” The armorer mused admiring my weapons. He brushed off snow residue, wiping it down. “You should really be taking better care of your weapons.”

“Rough start today.” I answered back looking around the room seeing how similar the weapons were to weapons I was familiar with around the metro. I was glad to see the weaponry which meant the deeper I traveled the more likely I would be able to find ammo and spare parts for my guns.

“Isn’t that everyday?” The aged stallion chortled.

I chuckled along with him as I sat on the floor crossing my legs not wanting to stay in an uncomfortable low crouch since the ceiling was so low inside the armory. “You must know better than me getting in on the years old man.”

“Man?” The armorer questioned as his horn began to glow with a light aura around it.

“Forget it.” I responded dismissively. “So, anyway I can buy some 5.45x39mm ammo?” I tried to make small talk while at the same time asking something with real purpose.

“For a price.” The stallion said as the ice began to melt seeping out of the weapons openings. The stallion held a rag as he began to dry them off the best he could.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I agreed, “Name your price.”

“Well for starters… I’d want 20 bits for weapon maintenance… each.” The stallion said with a pleased smile.

“I see.” I weighed my options. That was nearly half of my funds. But I could not do much if I was handicapped with unreliable weapons. I would never cheap out on weapon maintenance as I would very well be cheapening out on my life. “Very well.” I removed my rucksack once more counting out the bits.

The stallion looked pleased with my cooperation. I placed the payment on the table. The stallion took the bits, storing them behind the table.

I counted out the 43 bits I had left over. Taking one bit storing it in my pocket for good luck and because I liked shiny thing, now leaving me with 42 in total.

“Now for the bullets.” The old unicorn chuckled. “Looking for high quality or the ever so popular dirty bullets?” He looked up from his work as he began to dismantle my weapons to inspect the insides of my weapons, replacing some parts with decent parts.

“Dirty bullets.”

“So quantity over quality I see.”

“I have a lot of things I want to shoot.” I shrugged.

“I understand, 4 bits for 3 dirties.”

I paid up for some more ammo. Spending 20 bits for 15 extra rounds. Now with only 22 bits left I stored them away for later. If I ever did live long enough to spend them.

“You should come back later. I’ll have your weapons ready by tomorrow morning.” The stallion said with a wave of his hoof.

The guard opened the door pointing for me to leave.

I stared at my weapons longingly. Wishing to hold them back in my hands feeling naked without them. “It's quite alright. They’ll be safely locked here with me.”

Raising my hands up in defeat I left. Starting to stress being away from my trusty guns. I felt fidgety as I was once more exposed to the stares of all the ponies.

“What are you looking at?” I glared at the ponies wanting them to leave me alone. Right about now I was starting to get hungry and looking at the livestock around me was tempting. I could almost taste the fresh meat. Hmm… could use it as a nice threat… I wouldn’t mind ‘trying’ pony. I heard it tasted similar to beef. I could go for a good american burger right about now.

Returning to ‘Big Stuff’s’ place I waved to the old grand mare Mrs. Stuff. The old dame gave me a wave back as she sat on her chair outside basking in the metro stations ambience.

Entering the train cart I found Big Stuff reading a book. He looked up to greet me. “Hello.” The teenager gave a short wave before returning to his book reading.

I sat on the small bed leaning my back against the wall shutting my eyes trying my best to get some shut eye. Because I needed it.

*Bang!*-*Bang!*-*Bang!*

"Aaaahhhh!" Someone wailed loudly. My eyes snapped open without pause, scanning the dark room wildly. While simultaneously hearing a fight going on outside. Guns going off and people. . . no. . . ponies screaming.

Looking around the train cart I found out that Big Stuff and Mrs. Stuff was nowhere in sight. Seeing that I was safe, I sat up rubbing my eyes casually pulling on my helmet. Thank god I kept my shit clothes on, and here I was hoping I could get a nice bath.

Carefully I got up sneaking my way to the door unsheathing my ‘toothpick of death’ or ‘knife’ for short.

***Big Stuff POV***

Holding my 10mm pistol in my hooves, it was hard to hold it steady with my flat hooves cursing the unicorns for having it so easy! Most prefer the comfort of holding a gun in one's mouth. But I didn't want to break my teeth with the recoil like that. Now you're probably wondering how am I supposed to fire a gun with my hooves since I don't have fingers like my newly acquainted friend Hunter. Well, that's quite simple actually. You see ponies can do lots of cool stuff even hold objects like if we had a magnet attached to the bottom of our hooves. So pulling the trigger is like having an invisible claw pull it. Getting behind a trading stand with the owner of it right beside me. Our Station was being attacked, but the threat was pony just like us! But they seemed to be ruthless killing us! The civilians were doing their best to evacuate while we fought for our lives and the citizens of our station.

I had little training on having to hold the gun in my hooves. It felt natural to hold the gun in my mouth. But again without a mouth grip... Things can get messy… teeth could end up flying everywhere.

I gulped as the owner of the stand peaked over our cover firing from his 9mm pistol that he held in his hooves. He fired quick rapid shots at his target but the bullets deflected off the pony's armor uselessly.

Our enemy laughed, firing back at the stand owner beside me a shower of weapon fire tore through the stand as the bullets impacted his body falling over lifeless. His face was fucked beyond repair. Bits of gore painted the concrete wall beside me. We had about three "Spartans" in our station but I didn't know if they were dead or not by now, and this was in the span of a couple minutes. Bullets and lives fly as if they were paper in the wind. It all happens so fast.

"Hold the line!" I heard one of the station guards shout over the gunfire. Guns were roaring in short bursts with muzzle flashes becoming almost blinding in the dark station. Each pony is trying to conserve their ammo in this scarce world we live in.

Our enemies seemed to be all unicorns as their weapons floated beside them or in front of them. Their heavies seemed to have a bunch of armored plates in the front and there seemed to be less under them. I could tell as I inspected the dead one that was laying on his side. I was peeking through a bullet hole in the wooden trade stand. Before I heard a gun cock and something metal poke me on the back of my head. I knew I should have been paying attention!

"Hello, little guy vey are you hitink from me?" A femme fatale said in a thick accent, breathing down my neck scaring me by how sudden this all was. I stood still as a stone, while she smiled wickedly. Her black uniform shines even in the dim lighting in the station. “Off to zee kamps!" She shouted loudly in my ear, making me drop my gun in pain, faster than I could react when the end of a rifle came crashing into my face. Efficiently knocking me out

***Human Ranger***

Peeking through the train cart’s window as I moved a curtain aside I saw the ponies retreating. I really did not even care if they lived or died. Was not my problem. I did not have morals when it came to being all alone with no home or friends, and befriending that pony was... meh... nothing special. We are not really friends. I just tamed a wild animal.

An armored pony poked his head into the train cart grabbing my attention as my head snapped in his direction instantly as my blood began to pump. Roughly I pulled him into the train cart with my free hand and stabbed the pony in the neck with my sinister "toothpick of death".

I closed the door as I had to drag the heavy mother fucker away from the door then I looted his dead body. Removing his helmet to see his ugly mug. Wait... is that... no... no, no, no.... it's a fucking Unicorn! I stared wide-eyed at the white coat fucker. I sawed off his horn with my knife; because why the fuck not? Now I have two toothpicks. Math. These ponies are just so nice.

This pony only had a knife. Which meant that I now had three toothpicks. Come on, I need a rifle! I was disappointed with my find, but then I noticed the bag he was carrying. I had just killed an ammo boy... I gleefully looted his saddlebags, stuffing my rucksack with his... now my possessions. I rubbed my hands together with an evil smile like a jew who was cooking up an evil plan.

("Joke", if not funny... then it's not funny to you)

I had the good shit. I had at least a shit ton of MGR (Military Grade Rounds). But this shit was starting to get pretty heavy. I was a human not a pack animal! So it was probably either a good idea to use it on my enemies now because these things are probably going to hold me down in a firefight. I felt like throwing some shit out of my backpack now. I could waste all that ammo in about probably... less than an hour. If I had a rifle to use the ammo with.

The gunfire outside seems to have died down but I could still hear yelling from some female and... accent oh.... shit...

I crouched beside the door peeking through the curtain with my back aching from the sudden addition of weight. As I examined the area. I could see the Station Guards bodies littered the ground. Some dead civilians that tried running in a straight line away from the... I looked closer at the enemies and I could see the same old "Reich" or "Nazi"... *sigh*... ponies...

I could see them tying up and shackling civilians taking them as prisoners. Putting cheaply made and aged old gas masks on them. Only the important prisoners got a good condition respirator. I shook my head knowing all too well that they were going to get exterminated one way or another. Working themselves to death in labor camps, or the Nazi favorite past time, gas chambers, burning, starving, experiments. You know the usual. Thank goodness I am not that guy.

I could smell death in the air. I observed the Nazis were searching traincarts trying to locate anyone hiding. "Nazis," I whispered as I stayed in my hiding hole letting the Nazi Ponies capture the Metro Station dwellers. It wasn't my fight. Even if they were disgusting Nazis. Killing would be fun don't get me wrong... but dying is not so fun. And they seem to have the numbers over me and space over me. Everything is fucking cramped for me. I can bearly fucking move. Think... stay alive... but does it really matter?

Ch 2: Lost

Author's Note

Prepare for accents!

Ch 2: Lost

The Big Cheese… a mare leading these damn Nazi's left with the station’s residents as prisoners. She wore a black nazi, officer uniform with a matching black peak cap on her gratiously brushed mane making it looking awfully soft. Her mane was a striking blond mane and white coat appearing surprisingly clean to be living in a dark damp station. Since back in the metro I was more familiar with my human brethren. Women usually shaved off their hair since it was much harder to keep clean when water was not always available and when it was it was ever really enough to drink only.

All the Nazis appeard to be unicorns. I can only assume they think of themselves as pure, crazy bastards just as well as the ones in tunnels back home.

The Station was less stuffy with the ponies starting to filter out. I had killed a few Nazis as they would wonder to close to my spot. Disposing the bodies inside Big Stuff’s train cart. Sitting in the dark I was just vibing listeing to the Nazis speak with their funny little accents waiting for them to come close so I could silence their savage idiology, humbly waiting in the dark as I lazily hunted. Chilling with all the death around me.

Damn animals are just like us… killing each other senselessly even when we had bigger threats out on the surface.

"Buch! Vere zee hell are you!" A Nazi trooper called nearby heading in my direction. Searching for his fallen comrade that sadly fell by my blade.

I took a swig of my drink, getting tired of waiting. In my opinion, I had enough with waiting around. The dumbass didn't even have his headlamp on exploring this dark metro station. His overconfidence would be his downfall.

This place was full of life when I first arrived and now it was an empty shell. The Nazis just made me shake my head at their stupidity; just like the Nazis back home. Yeah, the Metro tunnels are my home.

Thinking about how ridiculous this all was I must have lost it and just pictured the people as ponies. Trying to cope with how silly radiation was making us live underground like animals.

Breaking away from my thoughts, I watched as the nazi walked along beside me as I rolled my eyes. It was stupid how sitting still in the dark I could be unnoticed. I waited until I was right beside him with my drink in my hand.

"Buch, zis isn't funny!" The trooper called out cautiously, obviously scared, trying not to show it. Hell, I would have been scared too, but I had some alcohol in my system. And I didn't feel like caring.

He opened the door beside me leading to the corpse pile I had inside. Being the smart guy he was, he turned on his headlamp. I just turned my head slowly to face him. The idiot still didn't notice me beside him.

If I wanted too I could lick his ear and he'd think it was just the damp humidity.

"Vat is zis!" He said in shock as his eyes widened I could see the reflection of the light bouncing back to him. I smashed the glass bottle on the back of his head knocking him out before I started looting him. Tossing him on the pile with the rest of his comrades.

“You Shpilt my drink.” I answered back in a mocking accent, getting up from my seat.

"Vats happenink ofer zere?!” A lower ranked officer called out after hearing my shattered glass.

"It vas probably nothink goot." One of his trooper's said casually.

Another trooper spoke up after the other one. "Ve'fe been here for too long sir. Do you sink vee schoult be gone by nov?"

The officer either taking advice or being a pushover, agreed. "Ja, you are right Fenster. Let us go." The officer said with a light accent. He wore a dark gray trench coat and he holstered a Lolife pistol.

Thought so... I like that gun, but I already have a pistol so I would need a shotgun or something superior to be good enough for my weapon arsonal... shit now I'm sounding like an Nazi... nah... It's just the Russian part of me barking!

The Nazi ponies started to leave. I just went back inside "Big Stuff's" home I went about removing the Nazi’s helmets sawing off their horns. Hopefully I could gain magic from them somehow? Science. Humanity always finds a way. Now that we were alone they looked mighty fine eating.

A few flies circled above the dead pony corpse of the Nazi party.

"Now let's see how little horse tastes!" I said as I closed the door behind me.

***Big Stuff's POV***

"You vake zee bucken up!" A pony shouted in my face. I groggily opened my eyes only to get punched in the face dazing me. "Shtupit kit!" I groaned as I got up rubbing my face only to get shoved. "Mofe it!"

I fell on my face only to quickly scramble to my legs, lifting myself off the ground in confusion. "Where am I?" I asked myself not being able to wrap my head around where I was and what was happening.

"Kit you're at zee Kamps!" The Trooper abusing me said from behind. Turning around I swung at him only for him to take it like a champ, as he didn't even flinch. "I expectet as mukh from a khilt." He said before he laughed in my face. Brushing off my assault as if it was nothing. Looking around I could see familiar faces getting locked up in cells, but as I looked around frantically for my grandmother.

"Who are you!? And where is my Grandma!" I shouted at the trooper who was bullying me. My chest huffing and puffing angrily. Only to make the Trooper laugh even louder, turning a few heads in our direction.

"Zee name's Soldat kit, and your Oma is deat." He said winking at me before he picked me up with his magic he was amiting from his horn tossing me into a cell... I don't think that would be the right word... "Cage" would be more fitting for the situation. "See you later little mut pony."

I growled angrily in my cramped cage, smaller than everyone else. I felt as if I was being smothered. This one was a literal dog cage. "I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you all!" I shouted in rage. Fuming inside of my cage thrashing wildly. The cage shook as the guards looked in my direction and laughed. Only fueling my rage.

"Easy mutt." I heard the familiar female voice beside me. The one that was behind me when they knocked me out.

I froze in my cage, as I slowly turned my head to face the speaker from before.

"Vee don't hafe a problem here do vee?" She asked calmly, admiring her handiwork. I started to shake quietly in my cage as I saw her intimidating black uniform. Eerily she locked on me as she had casted a sidelong glance. Frightening me even more.

***HunterPOV***

I chewed on the piece of cooked meat having cooked up a pony. Now I did not have access to spices or anything special, the meat was rather bland. Eating it I just knew it was nutritious. It would help me maintain myself for a couple more days.

The knocked out nazi awoke to stare at me and began screaming as he saw the dead ponies piled up with one of them butchered as I ate the hindlegs since that's where the most muscle was.

Strangely enough the ponies had ass tattoos. I skinned them off as trophies; they were now confirmed kills.

“Nein not me!” The officer began to cry begging for his life. “Please I’m a goot stallion!”

I ignored him as I ate the pony meat. My clothing was covered in blood from the skinning of the pony hides. If I had a child I would make them a sweater out of these ponies. It would be nice and warm and quite fashionable in the station for awhile before the fur got dirtied and became patches of dirtied fur.

So much wasted meat. I left the Nazi of whom was freaking out. I had acquired a bastard gun that was metro made. A makeshift submachine gun it’s got poor accuracy and overheats like hell. That’s why they call it a ‘Bastard Gun’. I once heard of a man once gripping the barrel only for his flesh to meld into it like cheese on an italian pizza. It was best to fire it in short controlled bursts and of course watch where you place your hands… That's why you remember to keep your hand on the hand guard.

Leaving the train cart I headed for the armory to retrieve my weapons. Walking over the dead ponies on the floor. The station was deadly quiet as it had been for a few hours before the sleeping nazi awoke screaming.

The mare whom I had sold the cans of food and water to had mysteriously disappeared. Noticing her food stand was not anywhere to be seen. I scoffed wishing I could wrap my hands around her throat to ask for where my fair deal was. She must have left the day before.

The station being dead was rather peaceful in an odd kind of way. The only sound I could hear now was the silence, only to disturbed by the sound of my boot falls striking the ground as I walked.

Finally I made it to the armory to see the door had been blown in. The ponies of whom had once stood guard were now slumped over dead.

“It is me Hunter.” I declared as I entered, forcing my way inside the small door frame.. “I am here for my weapons. So honor our deal old man.”

When I set my eyes on the interior of the armory I found it a mess with the weapon racks now empty and ammo having been raided. The stallion of whom I had done business with was behind the counter riddled with holes.

“Well that's unfortunate. Now, Where are my weapons…” I crawled over the table to get across to the behind the counter weapons that were too looted and just as I had thought my guns were missing. “You piece of shit.” I accused the old stallion, outraged to have my weapons missing. Those were my girls. You never take a soldier's weapon! That was like taking a piece of them and this stallion lost them! He let the Nazis take my shit! Fucking tiny Nazi horses! How could those facist sons of bitches take my guns?! I have been bested by midget horses?!

Angrily I stormed out of the armory heading back to Big Stuff’s train cart to see the Nazi pony desperately sawing his binds with a knife held in his magic. And when he spotted me with my enraged expression he dropped the knife in a blind panic and began screaming once more.

“Oh Got! He’s goink to eat me!” He squealed like a little girl looking absolutely pathetic. He seemed harmless.

“You’re going to tell me where you little Nazis came from!” I gripped him by the horn to intimidate him only for his white face to let out a blush letting out a gentle moan.

“Ohhh.”

“Duh fuck?!” I exclaimed, shoving him back surprised I had turned the four legged freak on. “What just happened?!”

Both of us stared at each other with an awkward silence that soon followed.

“Umm… first time?” The Nazi Officer asked embarressed.

“First time for what?!” I snapped out at him. Disgusted to have touched something that might have been his pony horse dick for all I knew. And to think I collected the unicorn horns! Was I just stock piling on magic horse dicks?!

“A unicorn's horn is quite sensitife…” The Nazi began to explain.

“Just cut to the chase.” I said looking him straight in the eye. “Is it your dick.” I said not wanting to pussyfoot around.

“Nein.” The stallion shook his head. “Zat voult be my horn. It helps me perform magic tricks.” He explained vaguely or maybe he was just being straight forward I don’t know.

“Okay, so it works like a second dick but it's not.” I questioned rubbing my eyes trying to wrap my head around this new revelation about unicorns. So these Nazi ponies are really ‘dick heads’.

“Zat voult be right.”

I just nodded solemnly. “So, where did you Nazis come from?” I asked in a defeated tone not wanting to talk about the dick horns I collected. Now I am only hoping the dick-horns still contain magic that I can put to use in the future. How would I explain it to the ponies if they inspected my bag?

***Later***

“So is this the tunnel?” I asked the still tied up Nazi. Having dragged him to the edge of the station.

“Ja, Zis is it.” The Nazi nodded swiftly avoiding eye contact. Presumably not wanting to be eaten.

“Well today's your lucky day.” I told him. “You see, I honor my deals. Even as a prisoner you held your side of the bargain and I do hope you’re not lying to me. So know this…” I gripped his neck, giving it a firm squeeze. The stallion let out a squeak. “Lie to me and I will hunt you down, and skin your hide and take your ass mark and horn. You got that perfect preaching jackass.”

The stallion nodded hastily as I released him. Dropping him on his ass he fell on the track.

I hopped down on the track beside him beginning to make my way down the track.

Questioning my choice for letting the stallion go. It could end up coming back to stab me in the back later. Maybe it could be helpful later. Only time would tell. The motto of the Spartan Rangers was “If it's hostile, you kill it.” But at the moment the unicorn was harmless. This would be me giving him a chance to make amends for being part of those scumbag nazi regime. He could turn his life around.

Ridiculous that I had allowed such vermin snatch my personal weapons. That I had cared for and modded over the years of being underground and in one night my weapons were gone. I was on a rescue mission for my beautiful girls. ‘Soon we will reunite and tear apart the animals that have wronged us for tearing our lovely family apart. Don’t worry, daddies coming’.

I held the bastard of a gun in front of me moving with purpose. Not coming across Nazis along the way. They must have moved by track. Deploying so many troops heavily armored in such a short time while also transporting prisoners back with them.

The longer I stayed focused with nothing to do I began to get bored. Tired even. In this state thoughts began to drift into focus clouding my senses as I began to think my body going on autopilot.

The silence began to play on my psyche once more.

I felt like I was going in circles doing the same old thing. As a hunter forever cursed to track down prey. Forever to be the senseless killer fighting like a rabid animal. Kill or be killed. An animal bared its fangs at me and I bared mine back. Fighting for survival. But after a while it wears on you. You just get tired. I just wanted to just sit down and rest. Remove my rucksack to relieve my shoulders of the mountainous stress of carrying ammo and supplies.

Now some might say that they would love to settle down, find a woman and start a family. But me? I do not see any reason for that. I simply just wanted to find somewhere to sit and close my eyes. For this never ending nightmare to end. Life was repetitive. Why must I continue to exist repeating the same endless cycle of mankind before me. To continue the story that always ends the same. Nothing I do matters as I will die and fade into nothing. No one will remember Hunter. I would just be another shadow in history. Like if I never existed in the first place.

I stopped in my tracks. What was the point of all this? Collapsing to my knees. The bastard flopped onto the floor with some bullets falling out of the poorly made rectangle shaped magazine. Thudding noisily on the metal train rails.

The Metro tunnel echoed further off with my sudden stop. I felt haunted, as all reason seemed to drain from me. I was no firm believer of God so that must have been why I was feeling so weak. I felt so alone. Nothing to really call a friend. Nothing to call my home.

My helmet's headlamp began to flicker as the battery started to fade just as I felt my spirit doing the same. ‘Giving up?’ My own thoughts questioned as if trying to confirm my true thoughts yet fearing the answer. The final confirmation was like church bells of the recently deceased. I looked down at my gloved hands, retracting them and flexing wondering what I was doing here. What was my purpose? What was even the point?

"Tunnels... always... tunnels..." I heard from behind me hearing the sounds of wheels scraping against metal. Looking back over my shoulder I saw the yellow glow of a lantern. As it got closer I noticed it to be a wagon. It rolled on the track behind me. “Whoa there!” Came the sound of a stallion trying to break, noticing me in the way. An ear splitting screech filled the tunnels. Getting up I rolled to the side of the tunnel just as the wagon came squealing by running over the bastard gun.

On the floor I felt like I could barely get up with my rucksack of bullets weighing me down. Like a turtle on its back I was exposed. Yet unlike yesterday I was not fearful. I was just merely existing. I looked towards the cart seeing a group of three ponies looking towards me with wonder.

“What kind of pack animal is that?” One of the ponies a mare asked she held a double barrel shotgun in her hooves. She was a light orange mare with a scarlet red mane. Her clothing was dirty just like the old stallions.

“Must be a mutated monkey with that kind of face… though not that bad considering the other creatures.” A fancy looking pony stated. She wore a white and silver dress with a matching hat. She looked like she was right out of an american wild west film being a ‘rich city gal’ She was surprisingly clean unlike her group..

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I answered dryly. Yet I found peace in their colors. Like a light in my personal darkness. Was it hope?

“My, it talks!” The rich looking pony exclaimed.

“And I can do a lot more too. Mind being a good pony and helping me up?” I asked, wanting to get up. Strangely, I was glad to see someone else. As much as I disliked the ponies, they surprisingly came in abundance.

“Sorry about that, didn’t know you was here wandering through.” The old buck said in an old american dialect. He let out a chuckle hopping off the cart as he surprisingly helped me up with ease. I had been expecting a bit more of a challenge to lift me with my heavy luggage. “Here you are! Bright as new!”

I felt the weight at the balls of my feet and knees. “Mind if I catch a ride with you all?” I suddenly asked not wanting to walk the rest of the way.

Suddenly there was a high pitched screech in the air which made me reach for my gun. Only to realize my weapon had been crushed under the cart. I looked around swiftly, sweeping the light from my headlamp around the area. The darkness revealed to be Lurker territory.

Only now did I notice now that I was focused as I felt adrenaline start to kick in. Mounds of dirt were piled around with tunnels and holes on the ground and walls.

"Lurkers" often show up in packs of one to three at a time, even if more are in the area. Lurkers are mostly scavengers that press in upon carcasses, and rarely hunt live prey. They have almost pink skin and no body hair whatsoever and possess a second pair of eyes, which are very small and are probably useless as they appear to be milky white a sign of blindness.

Something I did notice was the hole right in front of me. A Lurker lunged from out of the ground. It had jumped inches from my feet and grabbed a hold of my ammo pouch. In a slight panic I gripped its tiny body and squeezed until I heard it's bones snap under my forearm's strength. Letting go the little Lurker’s body fell to the ground twitching as I had fucked up its spine. It twitched on the ground.

I scanned around seeing a couple running about trying to distract me. Knowing there was one or two coming behind me. I did a swift 180 degrees gripping the end of the metal throwing knives I had strapped to my chest. Hitting one but the second one jumped at me flying over my line of sight hiding behind the cart. I felt as if in slow motion as I saw the mare with the shotgun fire at the incoming horde the stallion fired off an assault rifle towards the back. The elegant mare pulled out a pistol looking scared as she refused to use her gun as it trembled in her hooves.

Swiftly a small beast flew in the air coming slowly in my direction. I leaned back on instinct taking a step back having one of my legs fall into a hole in the ground. Time seemed to resume as I caught the Lurker in my hands. I fell back on the ground putting pressure on my leg as it wanted to break from the awkward angle. The creature savagely screeched and clawed trying to get to my face. I screamed out in a war cry as I slammed its head against the metal track beside me. Blood spurted out from the wound. The fight seemed to have been stripped from the animal as it looked dazed. I did not give it a chance as I continued to bash its face into the track until it was pulverized and even its mother would recognize it.

The gunfire seemed to have died down as the mare with the shotgun jumped down to see if I was alright.

These mutants seemed to be way smaller than back home. Even the Watchers were smaller. Things just seem to be getting smaller. What's up with that? As I try to pull my leg out of the burrow the damn Lurkers made. I felt something grab my leg trying to pull me down. I laughed as I crouched on one leg before rolling onto my back. Which hurt because I rolled onto the rails of the track and over the lurker corpse. I pulled my leg out from the hole with a Lurker still attached to my boot. It looked almost comical. I stood on one leg pulling my other leg up to see under my boot seeing the Lurker looking back at me in fear. It was funny seeing the little thing just blinking at me as I stared back at it.

“You caught it?” The mare asked, tilting her head as she lowered her shotgun.

"You shouldn't have done that," I said with a sadistic smile. With one fell swoop I snatched the creature up with my left hand. I now stood on both legs standing at my full height. My ankle roared in protest. The Lurker was about the size of my forearm, fucker was small. I pulled out a Frag Grenade. I looked for a suitable hole. “Here, a gift from me to you.”I tossed the little bitch into a hole in the floor with my generous gift. When the critter hit the floor his wind was obviously knocked out as the small creature desperately sucked in air. The grenade weighed so much on its tiny body.

"It was fun while it lasted, but... I got to go," I said with a smile as I hopped onto the cart. An explosion erupted from the hole bits of dirt and Lurker pieces flew up before coming down again.

The clean rich pony mare began screaming about how dirty her dress had gotten. While the two other ponies looked at me with worry wondering if I was dangerous. Contemplating if they should have even stopped for me. They did not even agree if I could come along. I just made my statement known that I was going with them whether they liked it or not.

I rubbed my abused ankle that was either sprained or broken. Here I was hoping it was just… stressed.

Leaving around twenty more Lurkers appeared pushing each other aside to see the splattered remains of their Lurker brethren that got blown to shit as the hole was much bigger now. They sniffed at the bloodied smeared dirt. Cowering in fear.

***In a Office Somewhere***

Four ponies in an office, one was sitting behind a stylish luxury wooden desk, and the one in a metal foldable chair was sitting across from the pony of higher rank and class. Meanwhile the other two ponies stood beside the door doing their job as guards.

The pony sitting behind her desk had trinkets set upon her desk. Mainly medals with nazi memoriabila. A golden nameplate was shown reading ‘Bombshell’. An SS Officer getting the rank at birth. Just as her father and mother were both elite unicorn guards making her an elite soldier by birth. She wore her black SS uniform with black shined boots while also wearing a matching black officer hat. Her puffy blonde mane sticking out from just under the black visor was a personal touch. She wore a red sash sporting her cause’s mark. A white circle that was enveloped in red with the blackened swastika at the center of the white circle.

This was her office. She did not like how the higher-ups kept bugging her to "Promote" a dirt pony in their ranks. Even so he apparently always rejected the promotion. She often questioned herself why the higher ups would not just force the darn Schwein. (Pig) If they wanted him to get a rank up bad.

She had the pony in front of her, she just wanted to smack the promotion on his forehead and let that be that. But that pony had other plans apparently.

Bombshell held Jäger's file in her hooves as she looked over his recommendations. It bothered her to no end how he got so many while she got so few. She wanted recognition too! Just like that station raid she had not done so long ago. Just the other day as a matter of fact. Not one higher up thought to compliment her on a job well done! It angered her to no end. She wanted to walk into her superior's office and shoot them dead.

But noooo… She had to only read what good things they had to say about the promotion denier.. Honestly it was as if he was just playing hard to get. And it seemed to be working. He was an ‘Outstanding scientist!’ Was written by a general. She glared at the recommendations and Jägers achievements. Even the Führer! Put a recommendation for Jäger! She had to suppress the growl that tried emitting from her throat, she was jealous.

A recommendation from the Führer was like an alicorn! Rarer than rare! Her grip tightened on the file’s edges crushing it in her grasp.

“Hallo Herr!” (Hello Sir) Jäger said respectfully.

"Ja." She said with an unnerving look glaring daggers at Jäger the earth pony. "A degenerate like him gettink attention, and not me! I deserve more zan zis rat!" She mentally screeched like a child having a tantrum. Yet on the outside she forced a smile that looked just as twisted as she was,

"Jäger me and zee rest of the Nazi party voult like to promote you." She said with a calculating gaze clicking her tongue. Waiting for the same recurring answer he always gave.

“Nein.” (no.) Jäger replied simply.

"Vat did you, say." She said, narrowing her eyes dangerously. It was not so much of a question as it was ‘tradition’ at this point.

“A promotion may be ozer’s dream but not mine. Vat I love is the hunt… The hunt is vat I love, it is a hobby for me.” Jäger said honestly, Irritating Bombshell in the process. Not looking forward to higher ups scolding her for not convincing the dirt pony.

"How about you hunt viz zee promotion!" She said frustrated, slamming his file on the desk. "You might efen get the higher prifilege." She almost growled yet kept her forced smile, her lips straining to keep it together..

“Nein Nein Bombshell. Jagen ist mein Leben, ich behandle dich wie das gefährlichste Spiel! Ich schne es sehr,wie ich die anderen jage.” (No no bombshell. Hunting is my life I treat you like the most dangerous game! I crave it as much as I hunt the others.)

She rolled her eyes as she tossed his file at him with her magic emitting from her horn. The file flew into his face smacking him as all his information spewed out sending papers and documents around the office..

He reached across the desk, “You are zee tiger.” He complimented her as he placed a hoof under her chin. ”I neet to contain myself ven I am arount you.”

She smiled coyly leaning forward. "And?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him, humoring him. Meanwhile she wanted to face slam him against her reinforced desk.

“A beautiful specimen like a Peakock, but zee fear tovards her like a Tiger. Roar.” The two stare into each other's eyes as they begin to look awkward in front of the guards. The guards were ignored as if they did not exist.

She leaned back in her chair levitating back his file picking up all his loose papers, pretending to look it over again "Ja... I suppose..." She looked at all the recommendations he got from the higher-ups. It was aggravating to know all the attention he got. "Mud pony is somezink." She mumbled his charm seemed to be working on her.

“Make me hunt zee kreature.” He said in a seductive voice. His words flew smoothly in the air.

"Hunt? Vey Is zee myshtery kreature vorth your talents?" She asked with a raised brow. Questioning his motive as a certain prisoner was spreading rumors of a strange creature that walked on two legs and could talk but was not like anything anypony had ever seen.

“I hunt all kreatures. I vant him.” He moved his muzzle close to hers. ”Vill zat be a problem?” He asked yet again.

"Hmm..." she said for a moment before slapping his muzzle away. "Dirt ponies vill alvays be dirt," She stuck her muzzle up in the air with a snooty tone.

“Vell?” He asked again being a persistent pony, it annoyed Bombshell to no end.

"Ehh..." She said making it look like she was thinking it over before saying "Nein," with a pleased smile wanting to see him begging.

Jäger got up as he then walked until he was beside Bombshell. He places her hoof on his head. “Vill torture change your mint’?" He asked again.

"Ja!" She said happily, shoving his head to the ground roughly. She kicked him in the stomach knocking his wind out. "Look at zee deflatet bag of air!" The guards at the door laughed to appease her not wanting to be next as she started beating him under her hooves drawing blood from him.

He chuckled, getting back up bloodied and bruised. “You are a Tiger indeet!”

"Husch dirty pony." She said before spitting on his face. Turning to face away from him not wanting to dirty her gaze with his degenerate existence.

“Give me zee creature!” He asked again, in all honesty, she didn't know what he was talking about. It could have been some made up cryptid or all she knew.

"Fine!" She shouted wanting him to get off her case.

Jäger wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I vill komplete zis hunt! My dear Tiger!” He proclaimed as he held her. Bombshell blushed feeling both flustered and disgusted that an earth pony no less was hugging her. Ick’ She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

She felt very uncomfortable from the dirt pony's close contact with her. So she nipped at his ear with her teeth. "Don't get too komfortable!" She growled menacingly after feeling something warm poke at her skirt. "Now get off of me, I got your papervork to do!"

He smiled, letting go of her as he marched out of her office. Bombshell straightened out her uniform as both of her guards were staring at her.

"Go viz him!" She shouted at them as they scrambled to get out bumping into each other before falling down. As they quickly got out leaving the door open. Not wanting to use her magic and wanting to be mean. She shouted, "Ant klose zee shtupit door!" She shouted after two seconds the door glowed yellow as it slowly closed, irritating her further as the door’s hinges squealed loudly. Her eyes twitched. "Vhy do idiots vork for me?"

Only a few moments later did she realize that he did not approve of his promotion.

Bombshell let out a shrill scream of frustration

Ch 3: Kamikaze

“I’m sorry my lady I truly am.” I apologized to the rich pony repeatedly. “But what you are wearing is just a dress.”

“This is no common dress! This was my ambassador's dress!” The mare exclaimed. “I was to represent my station and talk over future plans of unity!” She looked so mad and disgusted she wanted to cry.

“Really? It's not that bad. Here let me.” I said as I began to brush her off. “See all better.” I said accidentally smearing dirt making it look worse. “Oh, Well your coat probably still looks better underneath anyways.”

A hoof struck my face.

The fancy smancy mare glared daggers at me. “Excuse me?!”

“What I say?” I asked her but she stuck her muzzle up in the air facing away from me crossing her forelegs across her chest.

“Woman am I right?” I laughed trying to get the two other passengers to agree. Only to realize they were not laughing with me but eying me with caution. “Hey, don’t look at me like that.” I waved a hand in their direction as the stallion continued to crank the cart allowing it to continue riding along the track.

“Woman? What is that?” The mare with the shotgun asked.

“A female of my kind I guess?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Well like ‘mare’ in your speak.”

After that we fell into silence once more. All of us just looked at each other with the mare in the dress to finally come around after cooling down.

When I saw that she was not as mad as she was earlier I had to ask. “So Ms Ambassador who were you needing to speak to?”

“A station not too far from here.” She grumbled.

I nodded, “I see. But you do realize Nazis came through here and stomped out one of the stations way back.” I gestured with a thumb behind us. “And if we continue to go straight we are sure to come across them along the way. These tunnels must be infested with their kind.”

The mare’s eyes widened in surprise. All of them did as a matter of fact. “You mean you didn’t know?” I asked as I just shook my head. “Well you do now.” Reaching into my pocket I took out a lighter that was disguised as a bullet. Flicking it open and closed to keep myself doing something.

The stallion began to slow down on the crank as the cart used its momentum to continue propelling us forward. The cart too began to slow down over time without the assistance of the stallion exerting himself.

“Had we been too late?” The rich mare asked, holding her hooves to her face as tears welled up in her eyes. The two ponies in front of me also looked sorrowful.

“They came in numbers. They are bound to have access to a train.” I explained.

“Why are you telling us this? At this point there ain’t no reason either.” The old stallion sighed, sitting back down as our cart finally came to a stop.

“Why? Was your station the one that had been attacked?”

“No.” The ambassador shook her head. “But if they have access to a train its pointless. They can just raid our station next. We stand no chance. Especially after they had already plundered that station. It was the strongest of the three stations… and with it gone… we have lost. No more peace talks… their intention is clear.”

“You tried to bargain with Nazis?!” I could not believe what I was hearing. These idiots thought they could talk their way out with those monsters. So is this why I was here? To fix the mistakes of these ponies? To be the backbone in their cute and cuddly society?

Maybe this was my calling.

“We just thought we could stop the fighting from happening!” The ambassador wailed weeping openly, scared for her station's survival.

‘Don’t give up’

“I guess it's over huh.” The shotgun mare murmured holding her head in her hooves.

I could not believe my ears, nor my eyes. After this bout of information their spirits were crushed and quickly falling apart. Just like I had only for different reasons. Their homes were on the line I could relate as I’d scavenge and kill monsters just to keep the population down. Always with humanities survival in mind, wanting to do what's best for the people around me. Most of the time wishing as it was difficult to save people. In most cases we are always too late.

“It's never over. Truly.” I suddenly spoke, all eyes were suddenly on me. “Like me, I thought my road had ended. Forever trapped to roam the corridors of the metro until I came across these colorful cuddly looking creatures. I had been lost for so long that the mere sight had brought hope into my life. Like a moth to a flame I gradually gravitated towards it. Seeing you ponies gives me hope when I’m around you. Now I might just be going crazy and this may all just be in my head but you all give me hope.” I said looking between each of them.

“And yes, that might sound strange coming from this odd unknown creature.” I let out a chuckle, “But do know that seeing you all alive and well does bring a tear to my eye. You all did not dare shoot me when you could have. You could have shot me but you didn’t. You could have left me when the lurkers had attacked but you didn’t. And for that I must say something truly special had happened or it was utterly random. And for that I must say that maybe ponies are not so bad. I must be crazy to think you’re real.”

“Alright crazy creature.” The shotgun mare smiled a little.

“So what was the reason for this?” The ambassador asked, wiping her eyes dry of tears.

“I don’t know why I was sent here but I do believe it was to protect you sheep from the wolves. Because where I’m from we are supposed to be shepherds over the animals.” I said recalling some biblical text but I could have also just been putting words in the bible for all I knew.

The ponies eyed me with wonder as if I were a holy angel sent by the God’s themself. “Now maybe you can talk with them while I do all the heavy lifting aye?” I suggested. “We can take them down.”

“How are the four of us going to take down the Nazis?” The old stallion questioned. “We don’t have the firepower.”

“Well if they see this pretty little thing they won’t. They’ll stop asking out of curiosity.” I said, placing my hand on the ambassador's shoulder.

“Oh?” The mare blushed.

“She’ll continue her plans at a peaceful negotiation. You two are her guards and I’ll be as you had called me earlier. Your pack animal.” I crossed my arms across my chest with a pleased smile on my face.

This was a very crazy and stupid idea. But I really needed to get close to the enemy thinking I am some stupid animal. Gain their trust… then STRIKE! They would never have seen it coming. That is to say if they don’t gun us down first. I did not know what was up ahead but I did know that these nazis were unicorns.

This plan had less than satisfactory odds at working but we had to try…

We went over the very loose plan together with little intel on the enemy. The plan was surely to fall at any point. But as I said, we had to try. We had a trump card… me.

I tucked away the bullet lighter for later. If I could not shoot my way out maybe I could burn down the Nazi’s station?

***Later***

We could see light just ahead the cart began to slow down as we readied ourselves for a checkpoint. The closer we got the spotlight overhead was the most noticeable. It shone over us as we came to a gated off part of the tunnel our carts wheels screeched to a halt as we came to the gate.

These tunnels were always so narrow compared to the outside world making me feel home sick. The outside world might have been deadly with a toxic atmosphere and monsters at every corner but I saw the beauty of what the past had held. Every picture, every toy, every book was all memories of a world that I used to know and a wonderful world it was. People and cultures of all kinds.

It was rich and full of life.

Perhaps surviving through such harsh times was a sign of hope. Whenever there is a struggle that means a battle is still being hard fought. Which means there's still a chance no matter how small. It can be won. The war is not over as this is just the beginning of something better. A better future.

On the catwalk were two Nazis eying the group especially me.

"Voo are you ant vat you you vant?!" Someone with a German accent called out.

“We are here on political business if you would kindly let us through.” The mare in the dress whom I’d come to know was River Boat explained with a sweet smile. “I am here to negotiate peace talks. She swayed from side to side trying to seduce the guards with her luxurious hips. We had thought it better for her not to wear the dirty dress during introductions trying to make a good first impression with her spotless coat looking clean and refined.

“Ant zee rest of you?” The guards asked, sounding relaxed.

Swiftly cutting in, “These are my guards.” She pointed at the two other ponies who waved back.

“Ant zat think?” They pointed at me next.

“Oh umm.” River Boat looked flustered as I began to play my role.

On queue as if an extra chromosome was added to my DNA I began to act out like a fool. Being an utter stereotype of a fool. Sticking my tongue out and shaking my head making insufferable noises.

Cringing River Boat pointed at me, “He’s my pack animal. Yet he’s quiet when I tell him too.” She slapped me on the helmet. “Stop animal! Bad! Be nice when nice ‘Nazis’ are around.”

Instantly I went quiet bowing my head. Because really I did not want to be shot for being ‘wild’.

Now I might have been overdramatic in my display but there was a deeper meaning to it. You see, I do not do things without reason. Because really it was supposed to be symbolic. To show how superior River Boat was, compared to a monster such as myself. That way they would all be on the same page. They could both agree that I was a lowly creature and that they were clearly the better being. A pony.

Doing so, they would not feel so different from River Boat after all. Projecting her as a mare in command of this group of ours. To exude power of her authority.

The ploy seemed to work as one of the guards wandered off with the sound of grinding as he began to crank the gate open.

We waited until the gate was fully opened.

“You may enter. Zough our kommandink officer vill see to you before you enter furzer vizin our territory.”

The stallion moved the cart inside as the gate closed behind us. “You may disembark from zee vehicle now.” The soldier said standing on their hindlegs to show how much ‘bigger’ they were.

We all exited following the soldier who led us deeper into the station that had been taken over by the Nazis. Ponies who did not wear the Nazi arm sash were normal ponies who were forced too work on the Nazis behalf as slaves. Cleaning and cooking for them. The ponies looked to us for hope only to be shoved away.

My ankle screamed in protest from the weight of ammo I was carrying.

As we walked, there were several rail and train carts on the track. Explaining how they got to the station yesterday in so many numbers. Then there was as I liked to call it the cattle car as it was a boxed train car that was used for transporting luggage and military supplies. Now it was used for transporting bodies of station inhabitants.

The train cars were covered in rust making them out to look bronze in color. Some things just seemed to never change. I did not know how the legendary unicorn only to be known as legend and folklore could be so evil. Perhaps the stories of the unicorn may have been interpreted wrong as these beasts were not pure of heart and would let only pure virgin maidens ride on their back. Who knew unicorns would turn out to be Nazi fascists?

I could not wrap my head around the idea of a race enslaving their brethren. As it was a breeding ground for revolution. Hate and contempt would continue to breed until an uprising to later happen. And if they killed off all the ‘degenerates’ they would turn on themselves or be wiped out by the mutant animals.

Passing by two mare heavies play a game of chess. Listening I eavesdropped on what they were saying. To my luck they talked in their facist tongues making it impossible to listen in on their coded language..

"Was denkst du über die Vergasung der Schmutz Ponys? Scheint irgendwie barbarisch, findest du nicht?" (What do you think about the gassing of dirt ponies? Seems kind of barbaric, don’t you think?) The two ponies wore an odd metal armor that I didn't recognize before. She had a helmet resting beside her as they played their game. Her armor was gray shining metal that had a few scratches from wear.

"Nun, in meinen Augen bekommen sie das, was sie verdienen ... und verspotten unsere Vorfahren, weil sie dünn und zerbrechlich sind. Wir werden allen zeigen, wer wirklich zerbrechlich ist." (Well, in my eyes they get what they deserve ... and mock our ancestors because they are thin and fragile. We will show everyone who is really fragile) The one in the big shiny scratched armor said. She even had a huge gatling gun beside her. Levitating and moving the chess piece ending her turn.

I read books about Americans using such weapons as well as some action hero films on the side. Even with Russia being their mortal enemy which we were. It was something fascinating to see in person, to say the least. I was just observing their armor more than the conversation.

I felt a tug on my leg. Looking down I saw that Chow was looking up at me. “Come on, don’t get lost now.” She whispered to me. Pointing out that the group had gone up ahead without me. “We could get into trouble, stay with the group.” Chow scolded me.

"Wir werden es rechtzeitig herausfinden." (We will find out in time) The conversation ended as they continued their game of chess. I walked with Chow.

"Let's go pack animal vee don’t got all day." The Officer said having noticed that I was falling behind my ankle protested from the abundance of weight.

He led us to a door that was embedded into the wall in the subway. As we went inside we were greeted with a small workplace with ponies on terminals that actually worked. they seemed to have just uniforms with no armor whatsoever. I got a lot of looks from ponies. Most were curious and some sent hateful glares my way.

"Fuck you, you racist bastard." I mentally growled at the ones glaring pure hate at me.

"Jedes Pony zurück zur Arbeit!" (Every pony back to work!) The Officer walked us through another hallway that led us to "His private office" passing a patrol of Nazi troops who seemed bored out of their mind; until they set their eyes on the officer that was leading me. Instantly they returned to stoicism at once.

We passed several closed metal roller shutter doors. It was probably where they held supplies, maybe even possible prisoners. Though I really couldn't tell as they were closed at the moment. The walk was rather uneventful, sounds of typing and computer terminals echoed in my skull as I could still hear them hard at work. Clicking and clacking away on their keyboards. It's been a long time since I’ve seen and heard a functioning computer hard at work.

We finally made it to the office that was guarded by two ponies wearing the silver metal heavy armor that made them look like iron ponies. On their chest plate was a Nazi Swastika emblem. The same war criminal of World War II. The mere presence of the symbol disgusted me. Their helmets were not too bad looking. I myself would have wanted one if the helmet did not have an elongated snout. The helmets had tubes that connected to the sides of the head to the neck of their armor making me guess that they had an air tank or a filtration system of sorts. These ponies must be smart to engineer such a thing. Odd, considering they did not have fingers. I'll give them that. Then again Germans were always great at ingenuitive.

At Least that’s what I'm assuming. Since the fourth reich was full of russian neo-nazis back in the human world. If these ponies were ‘true Nazis’ would it make them ‘Germane’ coming from ‘German-neigh’. Cute.

"And here vee are." He said as his horn glowed with a red aura. The doorknob had the same color, as it enveloped the doorknob. I quickly put two and two together.

"Unicorns. are. real," I mumbled rather dumbly.

“Vat vas zat?” The officer asked, looking back at me over his shoulder at me.

“Idiot, remember?” River Boat pointed back at me trying to cover for me. “He still does not realize unicorns exist. Just a dumb animal.” She rolled her eyes as she entered the office.

“The rest can wait out here while we discuss business.” He walked into his office as the door closed behind him, leaving us in the hallway with the two guards.

All of us sat against the wall waiting for River Boat to get us the go ahead to move in deeper.

***River Boat POV***

Smiling kindly, River Boat took a seat in front of the desk the Nazi officer set his gray coat over his chair before taking a seat across from the ambassador, clasping his hooves together with a professional demenor.

“So, zis is about ‘peace talks' you say?” The Nazi officer asked.

“That would be correct.” River Boat looked around the office. “My, what a divine office.” She noticed how ‘luxurious’ the office was, furnished with a finely made mahogany desk and a polished grandfather clock behind him with pictures on the walls of himself and his unit.

Taking a picture frame from his desk the officer admired a photo. “Yes, I am quite prifileget to hafe an office of zis kaliber.” He nodded, taking his eyes off the photo. “I’m sorry, vat's your name again?”

“River Boat and you are?” The ambassador stuck her hoof out for a shake.

“Stahelm,” He shook her hoof.

“So, what will it take for us to acquire a pass at opening peace talks?”

“What station are you from?” He asked.

River Boat gulped nervously yet laughed it off trying to cover up how uncomfortable how things were going, having her station under a microscope by the intimidating Nazi. Wondering if she should give him such much information but sometimes a little bit of honesty was the way to building trust.

“RiverDale,” River Boat said. “That's where I’m from. A charming place really.”

“It's goink to take a’ lot. Because I do not really see zee higher ups takink interest in ‘peace talks’. Zey seem to hafe already made up zeir mind.”

River Boat’s heart sank fidgeting with her hooves on her lap. “I’m sorry, excuse me?”

“Do I hafe to repeat myself?” He smiled sadly.

“Your leaders are not interested in making allies? But how much better we could all work together in harmony. Helping build off each other. You give up protection and we produce clean water in our station.” River Boat desperately explained trying to weasel herself into getting a hearing from the Nazi hierarachy.

“I’m sorry but I do not beliefe zis voult be of any use for you. You schoult go home. Mofe if you kan. Our forces vill be knockink on your door soon. Go home.” He shook his head. “I’d probably pack up ant go if I vere you. It von’t be long until ve’re zere.” He grimiced. “Especially a pretty mare such as yourself, might ent up beink kapturet ant… uset for your assets…” He trailed off.

River Boat’s cheeks flushed as she understood his meaning feeling quite vulnerable alone with the stallion.

“Nov I’ll escort you back to your train kart.” He said getting up. “I’ll put a wort in for you but I don’t see it changink anyzink.”

“It’s the least you can do. Thank you.” River Boat got up from her seat as the officer led her out of the office.

“Your velcome.” The Nazi replied politely.

Once the door opened River Boat was greeted with both Chow and Ale who looked relieved to see that she was alright.

Only something was missing or someone.

“Where’s Hunter?” River Boat asked, looking around.

***Hunter POV***

Alright... I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I slowly pull off my heavy rucksack. I got on one knee as I began to open the smallest pocket first, and I would slowly work my way up to the bigger ones. I pulled out random pieces of paper that I took during my travels in the Metro. I even pulled out another Fragmentation Grenade only this one was metro made. More of a pipe bomb really. Looking it over I was surprised it did not have a stamp of its authenticity reading “Made in Metro”.

I had snuck off from my group yet no one questioned it. Acting like a dumbass I would dig my hands in my rucksack and start tossing out bullets as if I were the flower girl during a wedding.

The Nazi’s were none the wiser laughing at how silly I looked until one of thier superiors saw what I was doing making a mess of their floor and spewing out bullets carelessly.

“Hey vat’s goink on here?!” Asked an officer appearing with an air of authority. I wasn’t surprised when I recognized the sound of his voice. When he came into view I wanted to wrap my meaty paws around his neck and ring him like a chicken.

A familiar rifle hung from a sling around his neck. “Ant vat zee hell is zat?!” He pointed a disgusted hoof towards me.

“A pack animal I think it was called.” One of the Nazi’s said speaking quite normally without the funny little german accent.

It caught me by surprise to hear the pony talk in an American accent. Most of the more ‘sane’ ponies I talked to seemed to be good as far as I knew… except for that time they shot at me out in the snow. Little bastards.

Pushing my faceplate down sealing my helmet to breathe through my helmet's filter. “I’m Hunter!” I suddenly declared as the Nazis crowded around as if I was some sort of street performer. I set my rucksack down on the ground before me because that shit was heavy. Easing my sprained ankle. “The human creature.” I said, trying to sound mysterious. Mixing my act with some circus intrigue. Honestly I was grasping at straws at this point, improvising. Doing what I do best.

“Hunter?” The crowd laughed. Even some of the non-Nazi ponies stopped working to watch.

“My yes.” My gruff sounding voice grinded like rusted steel. “Would you all like to see a magic trick?” I asked as the ponies looked between each other.

“Magic trick? You aren’t efen a unicorn? Let me guess, cheap tricks? Smoke ant mirrors?” The cowardly officer asked, putting on a smug show trying to belittle me. Speaking his Nazi speal. Which was just perfect for me.

“Then you can be my trusty assistant!” I pointed a finger at him. Afterwards pointing directly at my feet. “Come here, don’t be shy.” I taunted his ego.

“Shy?! You kiddinnk me?!” The officer’s face heated up as all eyes were now on him. “You can’t be serious?!” Grumbling, he marched towards me stopping at my feet. “Vat next?” He said, sounding like he wanted to get this over with. He adjusted his glasses waiting for me to go on.

“I reached into my rucksack grabbing another handful of bullets in my hand. “Hold this.” I said gifting him my last pipe bomb.

Confused he used his magic to grab the unlit bomb. Eyeing the string cautiously.

“Vats zis for?” He asked, confused.

“A trade.” I said in a friendly tone. “A grenade for that rifle. Don’t worry it's a temporary trade. Not like I would try anything fowl. Don’t be a scaredy cat.” I taunted him playing on his ego.

His face reddened further glaring daggers at me. “I’m not scaret kat!” He huffed sticking his muzzle in the air making it look like someone shoved something up his ass. He gave me my rifle back roughly.

“Thank you, now… is everyone ready for the magic trick?!”

The crowd cheered eagerly awaiting for entertainment.

I dropped the handful of bullets on the floor as everyone’s attention drifted to the shiny brass bullets too enthralled to notice that I kept one bullet in my hand flipping the head off as a spark was created.

“Great job for holding it steady assistant!” I cheered, lighting the fuse. “Now throw it!” I opened fire in a sweeping motion.

Everyone was in shock from the sudden change of mood.

I gunnened a number of my spectators whether they were nazi horse or not. There was no time to choose targets. I dove behind a counter where ponies were surviving some porridge of sorts. A short time later the pipe bomb went off.

Several soldiers died from the explosion as the officer cowardly threw the grenade at his own soldier to get the deadly bomb away from himself.

***

Exiting from the side of the wall River Boat and her two guards were in total shock to see the carnage that was quite peaceful moments before.

The calm officer Stahelm gently closed the door. “Let my soldiers handle that. I’ll send a telegram.” Sighing he shook his head.

***

The civilians ran around like headless chickens panicking. Getting shot by the soldiers who assumed they were the intruders as not all of them knew of my ‘trick’ which was getting my rifle back. Which begged the question of where my pistol was. If that one pony had my rifle then that means he might know where my pistol is.”

They did nicely as meat shields being decoys. I would pop out from cover and fire at the unarmored soldiers first and then make my way up to the more armored enemies. Whittling down their numbers and angles of attack. Having to keep moving between cover to make myself unpredictable. Tables, pillars, and even picking up some o the armored Nazis to use as cover. Hoisting the pony up with one arm using them as a body shield.

“Put Klaus down!”

“No.” I answered back firing into the soldier that hesitated.

His companions did not repeat his mistake firing at me. I crouched behind the iron pony using him as an armored shield. Yet with my human frame so big I could not hide the whole area of my body. A stray bullet striking my armored knee pad which caused me to fall on one knee. “God damn it!” I cried out throwing the now dead pony at his friends. “Just give up!”

Forcing myself to limp to cover to stab myself with a syringe of morphine to ignore the pain in my ankle and now knee. I shivered as I felt the numbing sensation wash over me. Before declaring, “Is that all you got tiny horses?!” I taunted jumping out of cover firing at the silver armored ponies. I charged at them, making them hesitate. Being very self destructive with my unordinary style of shock and awe. My bullets deflected off their armor ricocheting off their armor hitting everywhere from the ceiling to their ally beside them. A stray bullet got one of the silver ponies in the neck causing them to hold a hoof to their neck as they fell over bleeding.

Several of my own bullets whizzed by me yet a lucky bullet managed to dig into my shoulder. I let out a war cry shoulder bashing the unicorn in the head Using their horn as leverage to flip them onto their back. Pulling out my knife I gripped his horn pushing his head back stabbing the knife into his exposed neck. Digging around as blood spurted out of the wound and onto my helmet.

Hearing running footsteps behind me I dove into a train cart to find two ponies hiding on the floor frightened from the violence outside. Looking up at me they screamed in terror hugging each other.

“Sorry, coming through!” I reloaded, storing the empty magazine in my ammo pouch. I moved to the next train cart to see two ponies ignoring the war around them as they continued to ‘do it’ on a bed like a couple of dogs.

“Oh my gosh is it in?!”

“It’s in!”

“Is it? I’m not feeling anything?”

Shaking my head I walked past them without them noticing. Opening the door and entering another train cart. This one had several children playing with blocks. Stopping what they were doing to look up at me with wide saucer like eyes.

“Hey.” I said jumping out of the last train cart and onto the track. Sneaking on the floor as I crawled.

I listened for the Nazis as they shouted in their coded language searching for me. I waited a bit for the heat to die down before striking again.

Creeping over the edge I crawled onto the station standing up behind a cement pillar. I peaked to get a visual of my enemies movements counting my enemies as I held a hand on my wounded shoulder putting pressure. I grit my teeth wondering where the ponies I came with were. Why didn’t they regroup with me? Did something happen to them? Where were they? Shouldn’t they be fighting for their station? Everyone knows you can not reason with a Nazi. In my mental rant I was too slow to realize a weapon whipping in my direction. A couple rounds struck my armored chest causing me to stumble backwards tripping over the edge of the platform, falling onto the tracks below. I grunted from the impact.

I held a hand to my chest feeling the indents of metal. I had broken a rib it seemed. I coughed trying to regain my breath.

“I zink I got him!”

“Vat do you mean I dit!”

“Just check already!” The cowardly officer exclaimed.

“Sorry sir!” I heard the sound of metal hooves coming over to the edge ready to inspect my fallen form.

I may have overestimated them… or maybe fighting a whole unit of them was foolish. Not very much of a hunter if I am now the prey.

I sat up slowly only for a bullet to punch my helmet knocking me back down onto the track. My ears rang from a concussion. My helmet had saved my life but it had rocked my shit. I felt dizzy staying down. My rifle slackened in my grip. Where was my back up? Those cowards left me! This was not part of the plan! Where was the help?!

Peeking over the edge was a stallion who held my pistol in his hooves.

Fucking-

“To think the fool wanted to hunt you.” He grumbled. “Such a weak creature.” He raised the pistol that was still modded to be a carbine. “Guess we’ll just have to deliver you to him.” With a quick motion the pistol came down.

I knocked my head aside pretending his pistol whip had knocked me out.

My everything hurt and the bonk to my head was nothing special. He must have thought it would do the trick dumbass.

To tell you the truth, playing dead was a lot harder than it looked. Feeling them poking and prodding my body, it took a lot of willpower not to move as they hoisted me up with magic making me float feeling weightless as if an angel picked me up…

*Slam* They dropped me roughly on the station floor, having removed me from the tracks.

“Sent zis zink to zee main outpost for inspection.” The highest ranking officer Stahelm said stoically while wearing his gray rain coat. “I hafe already sent zee report. Load him onto the train. Zat veapon of his… delifer it as vell. It must be a prototype from zee Red Line.”

If I wanted to survive this then I was going to have to play along. To get deeper into their home and take out their leaders. Change the leadership. Now, some might say that only someone worse takes the spot as leader, but honestly that can be a good thing and a bad thing. It was like a dice roll fate.

I myself was not a good guy to these ponies. If you were in my way you would soon find yourself dead. You had to get your hands dirty to get the job done. Or that's what I tell myself. The mission has changed, they always do.

I felt rope bind my hands and feet together.

This was going to be uncomfortable… and I may have killed a few innocent ponies who were at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I may very well die here from bleeding out or infection from untreated wounds. Or some sick twisted experiment my fate was now only in God’s hands. That's to say if he still cared after letting the world fall apart as he did. Mutating creatures to punish us for our sins.

Once more I was lifted into an angel's embrace and dropped in a cold metal train cart. The metal door squealed as it closed with the clicks and bangs of locks being moved into place.

***River Boat POV***

The three ponies were let go and returned peacefully as the Stahelm had promised, keeping his word. Perhaps not all Nazis were ‘monsters’ she thought as they began to return home with a mix of emotions.

“I can’t believe Hunter actually did that.” Chow said in disgust as the old stallion pumped the cart moving it back to their station.

“What do you mean? We should have helped.” Ale grumbled. “Maybe if you aren’t chicken.” He said in his old pony grammar.

“Chicken? Huh.” Chow scoffed. “You’re one to talk. If you were such a big stallion then why didn’t you do something? I’m sorry but your gun isn’t going to do much against them. You see how armored those boys were?” She let out a low whistle. “Fire power like none I’ve ever seen. Looted from stations from all over I bet.”

Ale frowned going quiet knowing the girl was right. He was too scared to act.

River Boat thought over what the officer had told her. That they had to either leave the metro tunnels or find a place to hide. Because when they came knocking it would not be pretty. None of them were unicorns, which was going to be a problem. They tended to only favor unicorns. And then if you were lets say… had a couple defects from the radiation you’d be put to death almost immediately not wanting your ruined genes to spread and dilute what was still healthy.

It was not just about race it was about the health of their species and the survival of a healthy race. Because mutant ponies had lots of health problems. From extra hooves, ears, eyes, it wasn’t pretty when passing through a poppers station. Stations that had either been burnt down or abandoned claimed by the mutant beggars.

Begging for bits and food. Ponies sometimes begged out of the kindness of their hearts or too get the beggars to leave them alone.

Yet when Nazis rolled through… they’d clean the place up… thoroughly.

***Bombshell POV***

Placing a record on the record player the blond mare smiled peacefully listening to the static as the music began to play. Massaging her ear drums with instruments of beauty. Longingly the mare swayed her hips like a boat gently rocking in a gentle breeze, her perfectly blonde mane bounced respectfully on top her head.

Dancing her way back to her chair where she took a seat resting her hooves, waving her hoof around like a music conductor picturing the outside world crisp and clean with the sun shining healthy above the blue sky.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes as she relaxed to the music. Listening to the mare in the song sing not understanding a word she was saying, yet vibed to the music.

Picturing all the colors dancing on the land with animals coming out looking cute and cuddly playing in the fields of green with all the flowers that had all the colors of the rainbow. She sighs longingly to see a world clean without the pollutants of the world.

Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, being pulled away from reality by the music.

The music bounced off the walls of her office. In her daydreaming like trance she pictured everything in her office to be dancing and humming along to the soothing music. The pens on her desk as well as coffee cups twirled around lightly. The calendar she used for years swayed from side to side. Music notes appeared to be emitted by the record player like a visualizer of the music being produced.

Suddenly the door to her office was busted in.

Bombshell’s eyes shot open in an instant, her expression going from 0 to 100 in an instant. Her peaceful expression shifted to one of pure contained anger. “Ja, somesink kome up?” She asked as her lovely blue eyes hardened, her heart racing from being spooked from the sudden interruption. Her horn glowed as she lifted the needle from the record silencing the music.

A private wearing a standard gray uniform with matching balck boots and metal stahlhelm on his head, he saluted sticking his arm out “Fräulein Bombshell, vee hafe acquiret a shtrange kreature… you might vant to take a look. Its quite feisty.” He added with a smug smile.

“Kreature? Zee one Jäger vantet to hunt?” Bombshell asked, her expression soured.

“Maybe! I’fe nefer seen anyzink like it! You hafe to see. And no Jäger didn’t kapture zee kreature!” The private added knowing this would please his superior, and please it did.

A smile finally graced her muzzle, Bombshell got up from her chair getting curious. “Okay zen.” She followed the private to see this ‘kreature’. And if she could she was going to try and grab credit for this. Hoping for some recognition. The icing on top was that the earth pony scum named Jäger wasn’t the one to capture the exotic creature but instead it was with the might of the Aryan unicorns.

Ch 4: Lobotomized Pt 1

Author's Note

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Clop Warning***

Chapter contains *clop*

Ch 4: Lobotomized Pt 1

It went from bad to worse.

My backside was chilled by the cool cold steel table I was strapped to. This was not good.

I strained and flexed my muscles trying to break out of my binds. Grunting in the darkness as I refused to die. My wound in my shoulder screamed in protest as I gnashed my teeth as I fought to withstand the pain, fighting with myself to not make a sound. The only relief was my sprained ankle.

I was stressing myself trying desperately to rip myself free. Not only did I lose my weapons, but my rucksack and clothing too. I was stripped, bare ass naked like some sort of animal about to be dissected for future study.

In the distance I could hear the sounds of footsteps foreshadowing that someone was coming. Immediately I went still, pretending to be knocked out.

The sound of metal screeching pierced my ears like someone dropping a bucket of rusted nails inside my head. I couldn’t help but flinch in response.

A white light from the open door washed over me burning through my eyelids. Balled my fists hoping they just assumed I was having a bad dream or something.

I heard several clicks as lights began to turn on illuminating the room. The warmth of the lights helped warm me up. Feeling goosebumps all over my body.

“Hello my friend.” A woman spoke with a voice of honey. “It’s okay I won’t hurt you.”

I continued to play dead as everything these Nazis said had to be lies and besides I didn’t even know if she was talking to me.

“Yes friend come on tsk tsk.” The woman continued as I felt something warm pressing against my arm gently shaking me.

I refused to budge, this must have been a cruel joke.

It had to be.

“Hm, that's odd. Normally my patients wake up to the sound of my voice.”

‘Patient’, didn’t she mean lab experiment?

“Well that's just too bad. Wakey wakey it's time to wake up. Dear, you seem rather cold… please allow me.” I felt something warm and soft be placed on my chest. To be honest it did feel rather nice.

“Is that better?” The woman’s voice sounded closer now like if she was hovering over him checking up on him.

Carefully I peaked, cracking my eyes open slightly. Don’t panic… don’t panic…I flinched when I saw a pony sitting on my chest like some sort of chest demon. Her muzzle inches away from my face. She only leaned closer as if she had noticed me spot her. Her warm breath caressed my face shooing the cold room’s air back as she tried to ‘warm me up’. Which would not have been a problem if they’d just let me keep my clothes! I could even smell her breath that surprisingly smelt of… was that flowers?

I was disappointed by the sight wishing I had just been dreaming this all up and I’d wake up to see a human… not this ‘thing’.

“I see you~” She teased in a light hearted tone, inching her face closer to my own. “I know you’re awake.” She gently pressed her lips against my own.

***Clop Ahead***

I took it like a man letting the mare kiss me sticking to my plan of being ‘unconscious’ or in this case ‘asleep’

Don’t think about it… Resist… Headbutt her! Bite her! Thoughts raced through my mind as I felt the mare delicately brush her warm, inviting tongue against my lips gently parting them apart as she slipped her tongue into my mouth beginning to tongue me.

I thought they were Nazis! Not the damn french kiss! Shit was disgusting. I did not see how this kind of kiss was a thing. Honestly it was so revolting. The exchanging of salvias… come on! Now I had a pony… in my mouth… I… think I’m going to be sick… No… No you’re not… hold out soldier… Hold…

I felt my third leg begin to rise behind the mare sensing her body heat.

‘No… you get back in your winter coat, soldier!’

It twitched like a meaty garden hose that wanted to desperately inflate and go erect.

‘You’re stronger than this! Withstand this assault on our manly will! I command you to stay in uniform! Get back in formation, soldier!’ I mentally demanded screaming at my private.

Pulling back from the kiss the mare looked down at me fondly. “Still playing dead?” She purred seductively as she peered over her shoulder back at my third leg seeing it twitch as my own body betrayed me getting hard by her quite charming feminine voice. My brain assumed her to be a human woman. Or at least that’s what I wanted to think. Refusing to accept the idea that I was being turned on by some animal.

I opened my eyes taking in the mare’s attire. The mare wore a white nurse cap that sat upon a glorious blonde mane. Her pink body was covered with a matching white nurse dress uniform. I quickly became confused when I noticed she was not a unicorn like the rest I had seen. So where only their unicorn kind Nazis? Was she just a civilian? Was this some sort of class system? Who the hell was this lady?!

I tensed when I felt something soft brush against my erection. The mare on top was taking action being in command of the situation. Her tail brushed against my fleshy member as it swished from left to right teasing me.

“Hmm…” The nurse mused. “Just shy of the average stallion’s size.”

“And what's average?” I suddenly growled wanting to grab at her. To throw her off me and get rid of her.

“Seven inches.” The nurse said, turning back around to face me smiling innocently towards me. “Why were you trying to hide from me? I just care for your well being… Now, what's your name?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes towards me in a flirtatious manner.

“Hunter.” I replied, plotting my way out of this. Maybe I could gain her trust somehow and have her release me. That was the plan anyways.

“Well ‘Hunter’, I’m Nurse Bonesaw and you seem to be severely lacking in some areas but I will see what I can do to ‘help’ any way I can, humph.” She looked pleased with herself sitting up straighter on my chest grabbing the edge of her skirt lifting it up. I could do nothing but stare as my eyes traced along the fabric as it rode up along her feminine figure, those womanly hips were a sight to behold. Until her dress was just high enough where she flashed me at point blank with her pony tits making me cringe at how straight forward she was. It was disgusting to have an animal having this hard on for me and me for having one involuntarily.

“I know you like this…” She cooed softly like a demon in my ear. “You know you want to.” She spoke softly in a hushed whisper. “Go on, touch.” She purred softly, licking her lips in anticipation.

My hand moved only to be restrained by the table.

She let out a giggle as her tail continued to flick behind her brushing up against my hardened dick. I shivered balling my fists some more trying to stay strong as my body betrayed me. Thinking of her as some sexy caucasian blond woman only for me to be bamboozled by some blonde talking horse!

“That’s alright, I’ll make it quick or not. Depends how long I last.” She shrugged as she sauntered down my body in reverse, sticking her plot in the air as she laid her chest flat against my stomach. She gave me a tease of a show as she wiggled her rump in the air from side to side. I could see her ass tattoo of a bonesaw with a pair of wings on each flank.

Then she lowered her ass and I felt something wet press itself against my shaft feeling the warmth of her… for god sakes! Horse Pussy!

I struggled some more in my restraints only seeming to make her smile wider as she moved up and down slightly slickening my cock with her juices marinating it with her mare juices as she lubed my tool up for use.

“You needed a bit of oil to get it in proper working order.” She said with a teasing wink, then proceeded to plant kisses over my bare chest. “Oh the muscles.” She swooned with reddened cheeks only to laugh at her joke that I hardly found funny. She played with my muscles with her hooves feeling me up as she moaned under her breath, closing her eyes as she imagined what my shaft inside her would feel like.

I could only flex my muscles wanting to break free from pure strength alone. ‘No way was I ever going to be best by a pony! Even this sick twisted mare! She wouldn’t break me! I’d break her first before that could happ-’

Distracted by my internal monolog I hadn’t noticed that she’d raised her posterior up positioning her hips until she was directly hovering over my meaty breed stick. Only coming back to reality when she slammed her hips down in one foul swoop.

“Auck!” She let out a primal scream as she sat up immediately looking up towards the heavens. As she gritted her teeth as she took in the pleasure. Slowly she began to move her hips rising gently and coming down Testing the waters with this new pleasure.

I was amazed at how this felt. Feeling the tight warm embrace of another. A lot better than using my hand I’d say. But god… After this I’d never be the same…

Her pussy felt inviting enough. Offering herself to me openly. She began to ride me. Funny as it was since she was the horse and I was the human. If anything I was the one supposed to be riding her… on her ‘back’ not the sex thing…

“Oh~ That bulbous pink mushroom head of yours… a lot different from a stallion.” She smiled down at me.

That was oddly specific describing a human male genitalia.

She rode me making the sweetest music to my ears. If I thought hard enough I could picture a beautiful blonde woman riding me saying such beautiful words to me. Like if pinup girl from one of those posters had came to life and jumped out their picture like prison, and the first thing they wanted to do was fuck my brains out.

This was it… just blurry out the pony and replace it with a woman… with big bouncy breasts… yeah… I can work with this… She wouldn’t break me. I’d never consent to beastiality. I’d never change my stance on how wrong this was.

She continued to ride me picking up her pace as I could feel her wet sopping pussy tightening its grip on my manhood wanting me inside. Both our primal urges to breed as my cock throbbed inside her as she stimulated me. My arms flexed incredibly hard as I fought the urge to cum for this beast. This monster.

She smiled down at my struggling soul trying to break me. I knew that’s what she wanted, the look of absolute glee in her eyes as she used me like some sort of live dildo. Watching me squirm trying to break free from an impossible situation.

“Come on, do it for me.” She sat down on my lap beginning to grind as she moved her hips in a circular motion. Playing with my dick like if it were a plug and play controller. Riding my joystick I grunted as I felt the urge in my stomach. It was flashes of pain as my body ached and my balls begged for the sweet release as I felt her fat ass brush up against them.

My body began to move on its own thrusting upwards making the nurse yelp in surprise. Looking shocked for a moment, but only a moment as she quickly regained her composure, moaning louder as she eyed me longingly as she had expected this moment to come. “Yes! Do it! Fill me up!” She said in the heat of the moment. Her eyes glazed over as she too began to ride me faster. Slamming her hips down on my dick repeatedly.

I could hear her giving me her all and I did the same with my body, it worked against me as my brain only wanted to impregnate her. Going feral for a short time as my thoughts were blinded by lust. In the spur of the moment the two of us became one as we worked in tandem for the same goal.

To climax.

Our thoughts were one. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure…

All we wanted was more… more… MORE!

We made a wet squelching sound as I slid in and out of her. The suction of her pussy was so damn good that when I slipped out of her there was a wet pop similar to that of a suction cup. Her marehood had a vice grip on me and did not want to let up!

Our bodies started to heat up as our bodies began to sweat until finally we could no longer hold back. Bonesaw bit her lower lip as she came near her end. We gave one final push like runners on a marathon saving up the last bit of energy for the end. It was like a sprint for gold as I continued to pump her with my dick long after she came.

The mare cried out to the heavens as my lap was soaked in her juices. The both of us exchanged fluids.

I grunted as I pumped her full of cum, shooting my burning seed deep inside her tiny body. The ritual was complete…

A load I had been saving. It seemed as if I gave her more than I ever thought possible. From my point of view looking down the table I could see my white cum pooling out from her womb. I would be lying if I wasn’t proud of my load size, us men are competitive.

The mare didn’t seem to care as she was too preoccupied with the ceiling; it seemed as she stared off into nothingness her eyes seeing stars as she panted for breath

I sighed resting my head back on the table taking it all in as post nut clarity kicked in.

“I just banged a horse.” I said aloud. I too stared at the ceiling only dreading what I had just done.

Both of us are on opposite sides of the spectrum of post sex as it were. She looked like she had the time of her life and had no regrets while I on the other hand… well, you know how I feel.

She seemed to have gotten the better end of the stick.

‘Haha, damn…’

Ch 4: Lobotomized Pt 2

Nurse Bonesaw had regained her composure as she had taken my remaining sperm into a vial storing it on a lab tube rack. The room still had her womanly musk still stinking up the place. I couldn’t help but stare at her backside. Knowing I had claimed her as mine-

‘Shut up brain! She isn’t mine! She’s a damn animal!’

As if she heard my internal thoughts she turned to glance back at me over her shoulder with a smug smile. “Hi,” She gave a friendly wave as if we’d just met. Her friendly attitude that she introduced herself with. She turned back to her work doing who knows what with my sperm. All I knew was that her cooch had most of it… even as I saw it drip out from under her white dress nurse uniform. Droplets of my white cum began dripping onto the floor starting to pool between her legs.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer her tight ass over my hand that woman… mare. Was actually pretty good. Even if her intentions were quite nefarious. Looking down at my lap my cock twitched at the thought of going for another round. Still a mess with the souls of my unborn children staining my crotch area.

I grimaced as I heard more hoof falls. Bonesaw's ears perked at the sound hearing a number of hooves coming this way.

Quickly she went to the door, opening it slightly poking her head out. “Hello, what’s all the commotion?” Nurse Bonesaw asked innocently only to be pushed aside as the doors were thrown open.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the mare whom I’d seen at the attack of the station. The most perfect of them all. Her slick black uniform and those two twin lighting bolts on her collar. An SS officer.

“Zee Kreature is here?!” The mare exclaimed with excitement only for her smile to falter when she saw me. “Vat zee hell is zis zink?! It looks like a naket kat! Vas it shafet?!” She looked upset looking between both Nurse Bonesaw and I. “Vey does it smell here?!” She looked between me and back at the nurse.

Noticing my crotch covered in cum and the white puddle that seemed to be forming under the nurse.

“You Whorse!” The SS Officer exclaimed.

Nurse Bonesaw held up her hooves in front of her defensively. “I can explain!” She looked utterly terrified.

Some part of me felt bad for what was to come for her but another part of me was cheering for the officer to beat her ass for taking advantage of me.

Storming up the nurse she raised a hoof as the nurse shielded herself flinching as the strike came down with an echoing slap leaving a red mark on her face tossing her aside.

The soldiers who had escorted the officer stayed near the door watching the scene unfold before them. Like omniscient spectators.

Nurse Bonesaw fell down clutching her struck cheek looking terrified of the unicorn.

“Vee knov nosink of zis kreature! Vat if he’s karryink diseases?!” She exclaimed, striking the nurse down again. Slamming her head against the ground.

I watched with hardened eyes. Glad that she was punishing the mare who wronged me, but at the same time I felt as if that mare was mine and the other was bullying my property. My warm talking nurse fleshlight.

“Hey, you mind telling me what I’m doing here?!”

The officer turned to me as her anger evaporated instantly raising a brow, “You kan talk?!”

“Yeah, and I can do a whole lot more, you funny talking horse!”

Her expression instantly turned hostile. I may have said something wrong to offend her or my mere existence offended her greatly. Picky Nazi horse.

She marched up to me with such speed that I had to blink when I saw stars. She’d punched me so hard I thought my teeth were going to fly out.

I take back everything I said about ponies… getting hit by hooves hurt! It made sense why it was always said never to stand behind a horse. The kick, punch in this case hurt like a motha!

When my vision cleared she was standing beside me glaring daggers.

“Vat zee hell are you.” She asked in a cold tone not wanting to play any games and me not wanting to play i just told her straight up. The key to interrogation was giving them just enough information to survive. But then again there was no point in holding back as there was no reason not to spill the beans.

“Human.”

She narrowed her eyes not quite trusting me.

“And my name is Hunter.” I introduced myself trying to ease her into my honesty.

“Like zee Jäger?” She asked like she wanted to laugh. “Zis just makes it a vole of a lot funny!” She said with her funny little accent making the devilish pony look cute changing tune from her death stare now with a light hearted look as she playfully patted my cheek.

“I got to say, I’m actually kind of glad you punished the nurse. She’s a real bitch.” I admitted to her trying to get her on my side. Make her feel like we had the same goals.

“You’re shtill ugly in my eyes.” The SS Officer blurted out. “Such an ugly kreature, vey voult Got Kreate such a fofl beast! Only you are less vinkly zan zee mole rat! Smooz skin!” She said tracing her hoof along my naked body. Her hoof now soft as it glided against my skin. She didn’t seem to be easy to read.

“Vey attack us?” She asked simply as she continued to trace her blacked boot covered hoof along my body.

“Oh that?!” I didn’t know what to say. “They attacked me first-”

She slammed her hoof down on my ribs knocking my wind out leaving me gasping for air.

“Don’t lie to me!” She snarled, placing another hoof on my head applying ample amounts of pressure, making me wonder if she was literally going to cave in my head like some sort of watermelon.

“Your soldiers took my weapons!” I admitted which made me wonder why I didn’t tell her that in the first place.

“Oh, these?” She lifted my head to see her guards holding my weapons. Both pistol and rifle.

“Yes! Those! I had given them to a pony to have them repaired. The next thing I knew your ponies attacked the station I was staying at, and the armory was raided along with my weapons!”

The mare blinked in surprise at how I genuinely spilled out my guts to her.

“Vell zen… Human… Hunter… vere dit you kome from? I don’t remember efer hearink about ‘humans’.” She said, speaking in her broken english.

“I don’t know my home was bombed too shit.”

She nodded, “I suppose you’re a cafe dweller?”

I snorted after hearing her say ‘cafe’. “Sure a cave dweller I am, and the bombs that rocked the world woke me up.” I said assuming nukes were the reason there were ponies living in the mountains as well as the metro tunnels.

She looked in awe at my explanation. “So… you are a dragon?” The SS Officer asked with innocent curiosity.

“Yes… my more ancient species name is ‘dragon’.” I openly lied nodding my head. “Why, you’ve heard of my kind?”

She nodded looking down at my nails mistaking them for ‘claws’ but in a way they probably were, just very weak ones. “If you kan kut zrough shteel ant rock… vey are you shtill tiet down?” She looked genuinely confused.

I had to think for a moment.

“I was… enjoying myself?”

The nurse's eyes lit up with hope.

“So you pretendet to be fulnerable so zat wrench of a whores could screw you?” The mare asked.

“Of course, I’m not as weak as I look. I could get out of here if I wanted too. But I like for you ponies to feel in control.” I taunted, “Besides, it would be a total waste to ruin such good restraints.” I chuckled. “High quality.”

“If you’re so poverful vey use veapons?”

“Why use anything? For fun of course it's like a sport.”

Her eyes lit up as something sparked in her mind, “Like a hunter! Like your name ja!” She said excitedly like a child who put two and two together.

I nodded, “Exactly.”

“So… kan I lay a request?” She asked with a glint in her eye.

“Sure, lay it on me.” I said, leaning my air towards her.

“Are you in zee market for mercenary vork?”

***Jäger POV***

Stalking around the dead metro station with his guards, Jäger had his ‘Hounds’ stalk around searching for clues. His hounds were mercenary griffins in blackened armored hazmat suits. They communicated using static only their helmets software could decrypt their message only audible in their ears.

“So what is this creature anyway?”

“I don’t know but the big man wants the thing dead.”

Jäger snaked around the statin with his face to the floor sniffing it as he found an unusual sight finding a train cart he found a number of his regimes soldiers dead piled on top of one another with their horns sawed off. It was a sight to behold.

“Hmm, you are quite zee jäger yourself.” Jäger mused as a wicked smile crossed his lips. Looking down he saw a boot print on the ground. One far too large and narrow to be a ponies. Leaning down he eyed the print taking it in until finally it gave the print a big old lick. He popped his lips together trying to get a feel for the taste.

Nose to the ground he followed the tracks to the armory where he searched.

“Hey, put me down! I’m an officer! Demant it!” The officer cried out sounding fearful as he was hoisted up in the air by one of the griffin hounds.

The griffin replied in garbled static, scaring the officer who flinched, holding his hooves over his face to protect himself.

“Boss we found a strangler. He appears to be an officer.”

Jäger appeared almost instantly spooking the officer who let out a girly scream. Jäger grabbed hold of the officer pulling him out of the griffin’s gloved claws. Holding him by the collar, Jäger shook him forcefully. “Vere is zee kreature?! Dit you see it?!”

“Kreature?!” The officer was too scared to speak, shrinking in the earth ponies grasp, “Sure, I believe so…”

“Vere dit it go?!” Jäger forcefully demanded as he continued to shake the officer who continued to cry out.

“Down zee tunnel! Back to base. I svear it on my life!”

Jäger stopped his assault glaring at him. “Ve’ll see about that.” He gave him an evil leer making the officer freeze in place in absolute fear.

“Take him vis us.”

“Huh… but… oh…” The officer trembled.

Jäger smiled as he could feel himself on the creature's trail…

***Hunter POV***

I stood in front of Bombshell’s desk in my full gear now at full strength with my weapons and rucksack returned.

The excess bullets were given to the SS Officer to hold onto as she was the one with authority around here. She didn’t want me to burden myself with the weight. While also giving me a safe house here. Just so long as I keep my end of the bargain. To get rid of this nuisance of hers and also my own. I didn’t know what her deal was with him but as far as I was aware she was technically helping me.

This stallion that was my target is named Jäger. Apparently he was hunting me and I hadn’t even realized it. It made me kind of paranoid thinking back wondering if I had ever come across the fellow and hadn’t realized it.

I cocked my rifle dramatically as Bombshell finished giving me the debrief.

“Must I go ofer it again?”

“No, ma’am your words are perfectly clear.”

“Goot, nov as for an upfront payment, you get to decide zee nurse's fate.”

“No, please!” The nurse begged the nazi officer. “I’m sorry!”

“I’m not zee one you schoult be pleadink viz.” She declared looking insulted by the nurses actions. Obviously Bombshell disapproved of the nurse’s actions.

The nurse turned to face me gulping when she saw me towering over her.

“H-hey.” Bonesaw stuttered.

I grabbed her by the mane, hoisting her up to eye level. She grimaced in pain as she desperately reached up trying to get me to let her go. “No! Wait!” She pleaded, starting to cry.

“You’re coming with me.” I said placing her back down so she could stand on her own.

Everyone in the room was in silence as I walked to the door slapping my thigh as if she were some dog who would come on my command. “Come on, let's go.” Not hearing movement I glared back at the mare. “NOW!”

The nurse burst into tears of uncertainty as she rushed to stand beside me, trembling in fear. Not knowing what fate had in store for her. Now powerless she was at my complete mercy to do with her as I pleased…

Bombshell watched the two go with her hooves clasped together her eyes narrowing.

New Companion Unlocked:

Nurse Bonesaw

Type: Support

Ch 5: Prep For The Hunt

The nurse and I walked together around the outpost taking in the place that was hell of a lot cleaner than I’d imagined it. It was more of a military zone as there were no civilians in sight. After claiming the nurse as my own property we did not say much or near anything at all.

The nurse refused to look me in the eye and I refused to set her fears to ease. She deserved to suffer for what she did to me.

A pair of guards followed us around everywhere we went to keep us out of trouble. The soldiers around here appeared to be less armored, only wearing the charcoal gray uniforms.

We made our way to the chow hall where I was greeted with pony foods. I grabbed a food tray as the nurse did the same. Placing our trays on the tray rail as we walked along eyeing the variety of foods. Many plant based foods that made me scratch my head having to remember that these creatures were herbivores. Moving down the line in disappointment as I saw the abundance of inedible foods. Yet when I reached the end I was surprised to see meat.

Fish meat.

I had never seen such meat in years having to ask. Pointing a finger like a child with wonder, “What’s that?” I asked aloud, not quite believing my eyes.

“Oh that’s fish.” The mare on the other side of the counter said with a kind smile. “A griffin favorite since they need it to be big and strong.” She winked playfully towards me.

I honestly hoped she was just being friendly and not flirting. Not that being nice was flirting. I was just on edge after earlier today.

The mare wore a hair net in her mane keeping her hair from falling into the food. Wearing a clean white apron keeping her coat clean from food stains.

“I’ll have some fish please.” I said respectfully as I held up my plate for the mare as she happily served me. “Thank you.” I said taking my plate to the drinks and getting a glass of water. There I took my chance to fill my water canteen. Getting a metal fork I stabbed it into my food.

Afterwards I walked to the benches nearby and took a seat, the nurse hurriedly sat beside me with her head kept low. We both began to eat our respective meals in silence. Shadowed by our host’s guards. For once I was glad to find something that didn’t resemble a child's seat.

As I ate I planned my next step. This hunter was not to be taken lightly. As he was sort of a maniac when it came to hunting. Then another thing I was to look out for were his ‘hounds’ , his mercenary entourage that accompanied him everywhere he went as his security detail. The higher ups of their order thought highly of him enough to higher only the very best for his protection, that much Bombshell shared.

Be careful, be vigilant… he could be around and I might not even know it. The only bad part was that I did not have an image to put a face to his name. Bombshell was not able to apply me with a photo.

“So, you kept me around…”

I tore into the fish as memories flooded in. I had to close my eyes and remember the times I’d eaten at restaurants growing up. When my hardworking parents would force myself and my family to spend time together. I remember being upset as I felt as if my time was being wasted as I’d rather have spent my time staying at home and playing video games. Only now that I was ‘old’ in a sense, I finally understood what my parents meant by them wanting to spend time with my siblings and me.

They’d always said that they ‘wouldn't always be there’ and they were right. No longer were the times of us going out as a family every Saturday to eat some lunch and then watch a movie at the theater eating overpriced popcorn with a large soda. And then the self relieving piss after every showing. Those were the ‘golden days’.

I wonder what my old man was thinking after I had banged that mare. He probably disowned me in the afterlife. A stain on his legacy… then again he was probably supporting me just hoping that I was happy with myself and life choices. In all honesty I did not know how I was feeling. I felt cold and numb.

Sex had lit a fire in me for the short time I was tied down. Letting everything out with the sweet release and the warmth of a partner had made me feel great for a couple seconds. A couple seconds of peace until reality came crashing down that I had just finished screwing an animal.

“Why didn’t you let her kill me?”

I turned to look at the mare only for her to shrink immediately. I removed my gloves and placed them on the table beside my tray.

“I’m sorry… eep!”

She squeaked as I reached my hand over to rest it on top of her head. She slammed her eyes shut as she waited for the end. I ran my fingers against her mane, messing with her nurse hat and ears. Her hat slipped off falling on the bench beside her.

I left my hand on top of her head petting her mane, stroking it gently using her as a support animal. Soothing my nerves with how soft her mane was. Even sliding my fingers behind her ears scratching behind them like she was some sort of dog.

I saw the face of absolute bliss as she let out a light purr warming up to the idea rather quickly. “You’re my companion now.” I stated, leaving the ‘emotional’ part out since she didn’t deserve to hear that. She was not to be trusted.

Ponies eating on benches nearby turned to watch as I fondled the ponies ears. Taking an interest in the absurd scene.

“That’s nice~” Bonesaw purred some more, starting to lean into my hand wanting me to continue scratching behind her ears.

“I’m going to put your skills to the test by being my battle medic.” I removed my hand from her head, leaving a dissatisfied mare in its wake.

Bonesaw pouted, “You didn’t have to stop, you know.” She whined.

“Then earn it.”

“Maybe I will…” She cooed softly, placing a hoof on my thigh suggestively giving me a half lidded stare as she leaned in closely.

“On the field you will prove yourself as a helpful nurse.” I said, slapping her ass.

She let out a surprised moan, seeming pleased with herself. Wiggling her hips as she giggled. “Now I know why you kept me around.”

“Not exactly.” I said, setting my hand on top of her head again scratching behind her ears, once more she leaned into my hand one of her legs kicking out as I scratched.

It was cute.

I lost several masculine points for thinking that.

“You finished your food? Because we don’t know when our next meal will be.” I informed her.

“No, but don’t stop.” She begged.

I obliged not wanting to disappoint, not that I had anything better to do.

***Later***

After grabbing lunch the two of us went back to the lab where we had relieved ourselves. It felt like we were visiting a memorial of fallen soldiers. That's how out of place the two of us felt as we walked back into the lab room where I had been tied down too earlier that day. Inside was a janitor cleaning up the spilled drops of semen. Spraying the air with an air freshener.

“Grab some medical equipment.” I told her.

“I know, I know.” Bonesaw grabbed some things, storing them in her saddle bags and filling her uniform pockets with things. A quick snatch and grab for supplies before we left.

“Then come on then.” I ushered her to hurry it up, following my wishes she quickly left the room, leaving the janitor confused.

Together the two of us walked around the outpost where I began to ask ponies about our target.

“Hey, have you seen the stallion named Jäger? Some big shot?” I asked an officer walking by.

The officer looked at me with confusion, “Nein…?” He looked confused.

“Someone that's after me. He’s looking for me.” I stated firmly.

The stallion looked between me and the nurse shaking his head. Walking off still continuing to shake his head as he walked off.

Frustrated I walked up to a couple of guards patrolling, “You! Do you know Jäger?”

“Vee kan not say.” The guards said, shaking their heads, refusing to look at me.

Yet I was continuously disappointed that no pony wanted to talk about him. Refusing to answer me. Dodging my questions as they’d just shake their heads and walk off away from their own duty posts even just to get away from me.

What was this guy's deal? To have the ponies so scared of him?

All I had to go off was that his name was ‘Jäger’ and that he was a stallion. This was hardly anything helpful. This could be anyone. But one thing I did know that he had ‘griffin’ guards so the half bird lion thing if I remember correctly from back in my world I was vaguely aware that it was a thing. Unless I was just trying to have it make sense in my human mind. To convince myself that this was normal.

“Will you do nothing but dismiss my questions?!” I angrily shouted at the soldiers walking away from me.

No one answered me, annoyed I went back to the chow hall walking up to the lunch mare who looked to be cleaning up, putting away the leftovers. “Ma’am, I have a question.”

“Shoot.” The lunch mare said as she put the leftovers in storage containers.

“Do you have any idea who this Jäger character is?” I asked.

The mare looked uncertain. “Jäger, the old fool who has the hots for Bombshell?”

I just blinked, “Really?”

“Oh yeah, that guy is always talking about how ‘one day I’ll tame zee beast zat is Bombshell!’” The lunch mare said putting up a stereotypical nazi accent. Finishing her impression she let out a light giggle. “Yeah, what about him?” She asked with a smirk.

“I need more information on him. I know he has some griffin guards and that he's kind of a poetic jackass when it comes to being a hunter.”

“That’s right on the money. Why would you need more than that?” The lunch mare asked, smiling.

“I need to know what I’m up against. Gathering as much information as I can. Do you have any personal connection to him?” I questioned prepping her for my truth, needing to know if she was affiliated with him in any way. Not wanting to reveal myself to the Nazi hunter.

“Heavens no!” She laughed.

Getting my answer I knew it was safe to show my hand, where I stood in all this. “I’m going to take him down so I need all the help I can get. Do you know where I can find him?”

“Find him? No, he finds you. But if you take it from me he’d probably just come back here. To visit the love of his life ‘Bombshell my sweet, I have heart zee kreature is here, vere are you hidink it?!’” She giggled after once again she imitated the nazi’s funny little accent.

By the way, she portrayed him. She honestly made him sound like a harmless fool, but by the reactions by the soldiers he was anything ‘but’ harmless.

“Or you could go to his lab.” She shrugged. “He’s bound to go back there.”

“His lab? And where might that be?” I asked.

“It’s here in the outpost.” She smiled kindly. “Just head deeper in and you’ll see his lab, but his guards will probably take you in. Seeing as you are ‘zee kreature’.” She let out another playful giggle.

“Thank you for the information and the food. I owe you one.” I told the lunch mare as me any my companion nurse walked away as I thought of my next plan.

[Hide] Wait in Bombshell’s office
[Sneak] Find a way into lab
[Run] Leave and deal with him later

I had a few choices set but I did not know what I should do.

Looking to my trusty companion I took a knee, the mare bowed her head like a subservient dog.

“What should we do?” I asked her.

Suddenly her ears rose up above her head. “You’re asking me for my suggestion?”

“We’re a team. Don’t you forget.” I told her.

She smiled a bit. “Okay, team. I can work with that.” Bonesaw nodded.

“Listen, we may have started on the wrong foot-”

“-Hoof.” Bonesaw cut me off.

“What?”

“What you said starting on the wrong ‘foot’, it's actually ‘hoof’ the saying that is. You’re supposed to say ‘started on the wrong hoof’.” Bonesaw answered smugly, lecturing me on the ‘correct’ way to say certain phrases.

“Well, where I’m from we say it differently. DIfferent culture.” I shook my head at how badly the mare wanted to prove herself useful at being knowledgeable.

“Oh, I see.” She said looking uncertain now.

“So what do you think would be the best course of action?” I had asked placing my hand on her mane while playing with her ears, being careful not to knock off her adorable nursing cap this time.

She seemed to like it.

“Well, running isn’t an option. He’s a jäger he’d just track you down. He seems to be the persistent type too, he even keeps going after a mare who clearly doesn’t like him. He’d never take the hint as he’d just follow you to the ends of the metro.”

“That’s right.” I said approvingly, giving her a good scratch behind the ears.

She cooed softly making adorable womanly sounds. Ponies walked by with disgust. As it sounded quite lewd by the sounds she was making.

“Anything else?” I asked stopping the special treatment so she could focus.

Pouting cutely the fluffy nurse pony continued, “If we go to his lab there is no telling what we’ll find. And the guards will probably end your life. No offense but your armor isn’t very good compared to theirs. You need serious upgrades.” She said not looking impressed with my battle worn armor plates.

“Know where I can find such upgrades?”

“Nope!” She chimed, shaking her head from left to right. “Not that I know of.”

Sighing, I listened to what else she had to say.

“No treatment? I’m heartbroken.” She said, bumping her head against my open hand begging me to scratch her ears.

We silently stared at each other for some time until finally I gave in and scratched behind her ears hearing the sound of pleasurable groans.

Stopping, I gave her a forceful tap on the head with my index finger.

“Ouch!” She said, rubbing her head where I’d tapped her.

“Continue.”

“I do believe staying at Bombshell’s office is the best call. That way we can ambush him. He normally goes alone. Trust me, I know. And you have the added benefit of having her guards helping us.

“You better not be playing me for a fool.” I told her as I stood up.

“Hey! What about my treatment?!” She whined pointing to her head exasperated by my refusal to scratch her ears.

I began my walk back to the unicorn’s office.

The nurse tailing behind me like a spoiled child who didn’t get what they wanted.

Once at the office and knocked and went inside. Greeted by the sight of Bombshell glaring at me.

“Is it done?”

“No, ma’am.”

She facehoofed groaning as she slouched in her seat sliding down it, “Shtill a zorn in my side!”

“That's why I’m here.”

“Ant vey aren’t you…” She raised her voice, throwing a pen at me, “Out zere gettink rit of my pest problem?!”

I batted the thrown pen with my hand. The writing instrument bopped Bonesaw on the nose causing her to flinch.

“This is the perfect location to stake out.” I informed her. “When he comes back I’ll have him right where I want him. Then, no more pest problem.”

Her eyes seemed to light up getting my meaning as a devious smile crossed her feature.

“Ja, ja.” She nodded, sitting up in her chair now. “Zis is goot. Fery goot!” She began clapping her hooves together. “I’ll kall him in!”

She could do that… why didn’t she have just done that earlier and not have me stress the whole time I was here?! We could have just had a plan of action and executed it. This mare was either fucking with me or she just hadn’t thought of it.

She picked up her phone, spinning the rotary dial as she inputted a number with the widest smile. We all waited in silence until she spoke.

“Jäger~” She sang in a sing-song voice cusping the telephone as if it were the sweetest thing to ever exist. “I hafe a surprise for you… vey not kome back? I’fe been thinkink… zat you are a fery special dirt pony voo I just vant to squash under my boot… yeah? You vant to be krushed by zee great aryan unicorn Bombshell?” She literally purred into the phone, “Krawl back here ant beg for it, you lowly dirt pony.” She almost spat as she smiled evilly into the telephone. Luring the hunter here with sweet words of pain and misery.

I was at an utter loss for words to see how sexual things had gone.

That Jäger was a freak to be sure.

I looked down to Bonesaw and she looked up at me. We were in for a ride.

Ch 6: War Bonds

The plan was simple.

Wait in Bombshell’s office and wait for the target to arrive.

Then I jump out and blast him into the afterlife.

I hid under the desk with the nurse beside me, both of us getting a good view of some up skirt of the Nazi Officer. The desk was surprisingly raised unlike most things around these parts. Must have been a superiority thing to make her look bigger with a taller desk and chair.

We had camped under the desk waiting for our prey to walk through the door so we could emerge and put him down. Listening to some music that sounded surprisingly’ french. Playing from a pristine record player.

The desk was so cramped that I had to leave my rifle propped up against the desk beside Bombshell. In my free time I guess that’s what I’ll call it, I decided to remove my side arms attachments. That way it could be more compact, storing the parts away in my rucksack for later. Still waiting for the scumbag to come if he ever would.

I loaded my gun, tested the iron sights aiming it between Bombshell’s legs, getting Bonesaw’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Bonesaw whispered, nudging me with a raised brow as she patched up my shoulder wound..

“Testing the sights.” I answered back. “Making sure to stay on target. So I can be ready when he arrives.”

“So her thing… is something to test your aim on?”

“Nothing else to do.”

“You could be sharing some love?” Bonesaw suggested poking her head against my arm wanting me to scratch behind her ears, wiggling them as she hinted for me to oblige her.

“Only when you deserve it.” I said keeping her loyalty with the promise of ear scratches just as long as she helps me. “You have to earn it.”

Bonesaw pouted, poking out her lower lip making it quiver. Trying to guilt trip me.

Why? I don’t know. It would never work on me. She wronged me on a personal level. If I wanted to, I could grab her by the neck squeeze until it popped without much effort. Her life was in the palm of my hands and she was really testing me.

My self control stopped me from killing her. Because as much as she needed me I needed her. Companionship. Just to hear another person talk was enough to keep me sane. If I closed my eyes I could imagine her being a human, and maybe this was just all a long tiresome nightmare.

I wrapped an arm over her shoulder pulling her into a side hug. I dug my fingers into her furry arm. Holding her close like an oversized stuffed animal. I held her for support. Rubbing my thumb up and down feeling the fur under my thumb. Soft and warm, it was comforting to know I wasn’t alone to know someone else had my back, I hope.

“... Hey, are you okay?” Bonesaw suddenly asked.

I didn’t answer right away as I listened to the women sing in a foreign language, gently lulling me to sleep. The smoothe sound of the singer's voice was smoother than silk. The song put me at ease just like a warm mothers embrace.

My free hand lowered as my pistol rested on my lap.

***

I had no idea how long I had been sleeping for but when I woke up the room was loud with things being thrown around the place.

Looking to my side I saw a frightened Bonesaw clutching onto my side. Scared of the noises happening around us.

Taking my pistol from my lap I began to scoot my way out from the hiding spot.

Bonesaw whimpered as she let go of me hiding back under the desk, refusing to leave the comfort of the desk. Which was fine by me.

“Bombshell my beautiful Tiger!” A German- sounding pony exclaimed. “Vey must you reject such a noble gift?! Do as you please to me!”

When I finally stood up I could see the scene unfolding before me.

“Nein! Avay! I don’t vant anysink to do viz you!” Bombshell declared with a disgusted shout, using her magic to launch a number of books off her shelf and onto the normal-looking pony.

The stallion jumped to the unicorn's hooves kissing them feverishly even as she brought another down on his head repeatedly trying to get him off her hoof. “Shtop zat!” He held onto one hoof with a determined mindset of stealing the mare’s heart. Not wanting to let his prey away. The hunt for her heart was of many challenges when it came to women. The hardest hunt of any man's life.

To ponies it was no different it seemed.

Finally I could put a face to an obscure name. Jäger was a light brown stallion with a chestnut brown mane and tail. He wore a plain gray soldier uniform with black leather boots.

“My sveet Bombshell do as you please! Krush me! Use me! You are zee almighty aryan! Zee rightful ruler of Equestria! You alone my ferocious Tiger are zee one for me!”

It was like watching lovers quarrel or perhaps it was just a one sided relationship. She was clearly telling him no and he was not getting the hint. But that was okay. I was here to do the dirty work and keep her hooves clean.

And to think I was actually working with the Nazis what a twist. I never saw that coming. Raising the revolver I aimed it down at the stallion groveling at Bombshell’s hooves. He wasn’t very scary on the floor. He looked rather pathetic even.

As if noticing my presence from pure instinct sensing my masculinity, his body froze. Turning his head to look back over his shoulder at me. He sensed a predator. His herbivorous body was screaming as he took his time to decide whether to initiate fight or flight.

Bombshell’s anger dissipated and even seemed to smile, glad that I had decided to show up and finally put his annoying pestering to an end. Reaching down she pinned his hooves to the ground. “My sveet boy. You finally decidet to put him down?”

Jäger looked between the two of us. “Huh?!” He exclaimed in utter confusion unsure how to process the information. Too bad since he wouldn’t get the chance.

I fired into his back. The sound of gunfire in an enclosed space was deafening as the gunshot echoed causing me not to double tap it. Losing my hearing wasn’t worth it.

“Kreture, you’re here?” Jäger chuckled, coughing. “My back.” He groaned, resting his chin on the cold stone floor in defeat.

I’d be lying to say I wasn’t surprised. Though I kind of expected for him to die in a single shot in the back.

“Goot job! Goot job!” Bombshell jumped up and down proudly as relief washed over her. “You finally got him to leafe me alone! Finally!”

“Nov I vouldn’t say zat my lovely Tiger.”

Bombshell stopped the victory dance she was having as Jäger stood up. I stormed up behind him pistol-whipping him behind the head. He fell down once more.

I took a knee to press the pistol’s barrel against the back of his pony skull.

“Anything else?” I asked, nestling the barrel against his skull.

“Vat are you vatink for? Kill him!” Bombshell shouted at me. Confused why I was taking so long to put him out of his misery..

“I vas huntink you, ant here you are.” He chuckled. “It seems you’fe huntet me. Bested me. Zee jäger has bekome the prey or so it voult seem. To zink you stole my Tiger’s heart.” He said sadly.

“It’s not like that.”

“It’s not like zat.”

Me and Bombshell said in unison. As this was a mutually beneficial transaction. She released me and I do her this favor.

“Boys introduce yourselves.” Jäger said just the door to the room erupted with a bang disorientating me as I stumbled.

Something grabbed at me, slamming me onto the desk. I didn’t know what was happening as my vision had a burned after image of Jäger laying face down. There was a faint ringing in my ears from the concussion from the sudden explosion.

I didn’t know what was happening as I was forcefully slammed into the desk repeatedly. Being lifted up and down. I grunted from the sudden impact on my back. I was being manhandled by something.

Through the ringing I heard a familiar voice finally pique up, “Get off of him!”

A sudden burst of gunfire went out as the aggressor released me, falling over. Shaking my head I fell backwards behind the wooden desk beside Bonesaw who somehow managed to fire my weapon. I didn’t understand how her hands… hooves could reach the trigger. The trigger guard should have prevented her pesky hooves from firing, yet she managed somehow.

“Are you doing okay?!” She shouted as the desk was peppered with bullets.

“My office!” Bombshell cried out in horror watching as her beloved record player was blown to shreds under the intense gunfire. Tears ran down her distressed face as she reached out to her beloved music. “You monster!” She cried openly as Jäger pulled her out of the open doorway.

“Kome on my feisty Tiger! Vatch as I katch zee kreature in your honor! By defeatink him I vill take zee spoils of your heart!” He declared.

“Nein! Nein! I Nefer needet your help!” Bombshell screamed, slapping Jäger who seemed to like getting hit as he couldn’t stop smiling nuzzling the blond unicorn.

Looking down at my hand I noticed that my revolver was gone. Bonesaw peeked out from cover firing my rifle down at our new enemies.

“Why’d you hesitate?!” Bonesaw scolded me. “You could have shot him and be done with it!” She returned back into cover beside me.

“I didn’t hesitate! And give me that!” I snatched my rifle back from her grubby hooves.

Bonesaw pouted, “No ‘thank you’.”

“Thanks? You owe me your life after what you did to me.” I bonked her on the head right before rushing out of cover just out of reach just as a hoof came down swipining where I had been a moment ago. I opened fire firing at the new armored creatures that were blocking the doorway.

My bullets pierced their armor as they screeched in static, sounding like malfunctioning robots as they keeled over and died. Dropping their weapons from their armored clawed hands. I took cover beside the door frame as Bonesaw scooped up my revolver from the floor, holding the barrel in her mouth as she held it out for me to grab, wiggling the pistol grip around.

I took hold of the pistol, storing it in my pistol holster and without hesitation she held her head out towards me. In approval I gave her a quick scratch behind the ears. Even as bullets peppered the wall I took my time.

“Alright, we need to finish this guy off.” I told her, shouting over the gunfire.

“I’m with you Hunter!” Bonesaw saluted me playfully as she picked up one of the creatures weapons.

“What are these things?!”

“Griffins!” She got another head scratch.

“Hounds?” I asked for confirmation.

“Yup! Jägers hounds~” The mare purred in approval.

“Anything to look out for?!” I asked blind firing out the door frame before retreating my weapon back inside the office.

“They have sharp claws and can fly! And are stronger than ponies!” She chirped once more, sticking her head out towards me. Awaiting her prize.

Instead I gave her a swift head pat. “Thanks, give you more later.” I promised.

Bonesaw pouted as she waited for commands, yet at the same time looked troubled and flinched, wincing as she heard bullets striking the concrete wall we were right behind.

I waited for the ‘hounds’ to stop firing so I could take a quick peak jout and take out a single target and then retreat back to cover. We were pretty much trapped. Bottlenecking the doorway. We’d be screwed if they grew a brain and decided to toss a nade in here. But then again Jäger wanted me alive, couldn’t say the same for Bonesaw though.

I suppose being in the metro tunnel was a good thing. Making it hard for the griffins to fly around with the spaces being cramped and compact. Yet if we were on the surface I couldn’t say the same, I would likely be as good as dead. As a flying target that could shoot a weapon, it is highly dangerous. Air superiority crushes infantry everytime.

“Alright, we’re going after him. Get ready.” I informed the nervous looking mare.

She took a deep breath and let it out giving me a nod that she was ready.

“Go!” I exclaimed when they stopped to reload.

I ran out guns blazing firing in short controlled bursts to both get a lucky hit in and to suppress them from firing while we were out in the open. Bonesaw rushed behind me holding her assault rifle with her mouth chasing after me like a dog holding a favored stick in her mouth. She squeaked as bullets struck near her hooves.

Diving into my arms as we took cover behind a metal catwalk that had armored plates welded against the handrail. But since ponies were a lot smaller I had to crawl to be completely in cover. I threw Bonesaw ahead just as several bullets whizzed by where she was a moment ago. Narrowly saving her life.

A bullet grazed my arm, ripping my sherpas sleeve and cutting my skin. I grunted retracting my arm back hunkering down as I rolled onto my stomach to get a face full of Bonesaw’s rump. Getting a upskirt shot of her pink ass I could only sigh as the nurse saw what I was looking at looking smug as she wiggled her hips playfully even when we were in the middle of a firefight she couldn’t help but tease me.

Shaking my head not having time for this I smacked her ass, “Move it!” I shouted with anger wanting her to get out of my way and get moving.

Bonesaw moaned in response, “Ugh~♪♪♪” as she crawled forwards. Smirking as she did so.

Just as I was about to crawl after her something heavy landed on my back as knives pierced into my jacket and armor plates. I cried out like a bitch from how sudden it was. I didn’t see it coming. Looking up I saw an armored beak leering down at me. I knew I should have been looking up, these fuckers could fly.

I grit my teeth feeling the griffin dig its armored claws deeper into my back. It began to flap its wings. The griffin wanted to carry me off! “Bonesaw for fucks sake! Assistance nurse!” I cried out.

The mare was still crawling and wiggling her ass. Hearing my cry for help she turned around with a surprised look. She whipped her assault rifle around as she rolled onto her back taking aim as the griffin lifted the two of us up.

The nurse fired automatic fire our way, shooting wildly as she couldn’t control it without a proper grip. It looked like she was wrangling with a wild animal as she for some reason held onto the trigger, firing wildly. Shooting into the ceiling until the gun clicked empty.

The griffin who had lifted me up got lit up dropping us both as I slammed onto the handrail bouncing off as the weight of the griffin's talons pulled me over the edge ripping chunks of flesh from my back. The griffin crashed onto his wing with a meaty snap and I had the unfortunate fate of landing on the armored griffin. It was not in the least bit comfortable.

“AH! GaH!” I shouted balling my fists as I hugged my rifle for support. My back burned as there was no feeling like it. Having my back muscles torn to literal shreds being ripped apart by animal claws. This was the end of me. I don't think I could do much. Especially not after an injury like that.

“Hunter!” Bonesaw cried out from up above still on the metal catwalk. She was looking down at me looking rather pathetic.

“Bitch! I’m dead! Get out of here!” I grunted as I rolled onto my stomach feeling the cold air brush up against my exposed back as the claws had torn through my clothing and flesh alike. I shivered.

Looking around I could see nothing but three more griffins fluttering about in the air. The nazi soldiers had fled as they wanted nothing to do with this. Which said as much as no one wanted to talk about the stallion. They feared that this would happen and wanted no part of the carnage.

“Hold on! I’m coming!” Bonesaw exclaimed running down the rest of the walkway.

This guy was really a nut job. Should have killed him instead of having my damn curiosity. Wanting to let him have his last words while also taking in his side of the story. Turns out he was just a man after a woman's heart while also hunting me on the side, or at least that's what I was getting out of this.

The griffin hounds landed around me like a pack of scavengers. Taking in my bloody view. Wondering how they should proceed next. My ears were bombarded with static as I buried my face into my rifle wanting to cry so bad that's how much it hurt. Even as a man that was quite insulting to my pride, but I’d never hurt this bad in my life.

Then there was the looming dread as my mind gave me this odd sense of clarity. Telling me just straight up, ‘this is the end, I’m going to die’.

“Oh no you’re not!” The nurse appeared like a knight in shining armor in her white nurse uniform. She swung her empty rifle behind one of the griffin’s head, smashing the makeshift rifle to pieces. The shower of cheapened parts flew like shrapnel causing the other two to instinctively shield their faces giving the blond nurse time to scoop up the rifle the griffin dropped. She spun around like a ballet dancer standing on her hindlegs human like as she pressed the stock up against her shoulder and without hesitation she sprayed wildly once more.

It was like watching a child fire a weapon for the first time. Out of control yet with intention she sweeped the rifle from left to right as bullets deflected and chewed through their armor. A stray bullet nicked her cheek, drawing a little blood.

The griffon she took the gun from, pounced on her back. Digging its claws into her back just as they had to me. Bonesaw cried out like a wounded animal as she was slammed to the ground.

I glared at the griffon trying to lift my rifle up but found it too heavy to pick up even as it rested on my chest. It was abnormally heavier than I remembered. I was in so much pain it felt impossible to lift. Doing the next best thing, I reached into my holster, whipping out my revolver and aimed it at the griffon. My hold on the gun swayed noticeably as my back screamed in agony.

I knew I was going to die with such a wound. No marvel of medical treatment was going to fix this. I was fucked, but that didn’t mean that stupid nurse had to die. She should have left, yet she stayed. That had to mean something.

Maybe my meaning was to save her? Maybe that's why I was still alive? As I bled out I snarled at the griffin. “Get your metal claws off her you oversized chicken!”

The griffin tilted its head confused.

“Off! Get off her!” I demanded as my pistol swayed in my grip I could already feel my vision begin to unfocus. I shook my head narrowing my eyes. Trying to regain my senses. “She’s mine!” growled as animalistic as I could to scare the bird off her while also keeping myself awake.

The griffin retracted its claws pulling them out of her back. Raising its claws in a hands up gesture. But I didn’t care as I fired at it. Even as it fell over I continued to fire at it until my gun clicked dry where my grip slackened as the pistol fell forward still held in my hand by my trigger finger still caught in the trigger guard.

Bonesaw whimpered as she shakily stood up limping towards me. “Hunter?” She asked, collapsing beside me. I could see the back of her uniform stained red from having claws dig into her flesh. But she didn’t have it as bad as I had. As the claws had ripped my back to literal ribbons, I was positive I had shredded flesh hanging out behind me.

Bonesaw spoke in her familiar comforting voice as she reached my face caressing it gently, I could feel the warmth she was emitting, “Hunter… hold on… it's going to be okay… Alright.” She pressed herself against me.

She was so soft. Like a little puppy. I smiled as I raised a hand stroking her mane brushing the nurse cap off her head once more as I scratched behind her ears absentmindedly. She always liked that. It was the least I could do for my loyal companion.

Only she wasn’t smiling digging around in her saddle bags desperately trying to treat me? Why? I was gone…

My eyelids feel heavy. Like when you lay down and suddenly find it difficult to stay away since you’re just so comfortable that you just want to get some good shut eye. That was this. I felt so cold… Yet I felt the warmth of my fluffy companion. I held her close like a stuffed animal as she spoke and it became muffled to my ears as sound began to fade out.

Just me and my fluffy dog…

Ch 7: Down

***Bonesaw POV***

‘Come on, come on, come on!’

Digging through my saddlebags I hurriedly went through my medical equipment. His grip slackened as I rolled him onto his stomach. Whipping out a vial of green liquid I doused his wound with it watching as his back began to steam with a burning *hiss* sound. Before my eyes the muscles in his back began to grow back as strings of tissue. Connecting before my very eyes and reforming as they once were. His skin grew back, closing the wound.

I shook Hunter. “Come on, wake up! I fixed you up! Wake up! Come on, I’m not leaving until you give me what I want you lazy bum!” I head butted his chest. “Hmph!” I puffed my cheeks out upset that he did not reward me for my efforts with my favorite pastime, head scratches. “I’ll do whatever I want with your body if you don’t say something!” I cried out hoping he’d crack an eye open and scold me, but he didn’t.

My expression fell as I laid my head on his chest. “Come on, you gave up huh? Come on you’re not a quitter. Don’t die… you still owe me.” I said in a saddened whisper. Not wanting my head scratcher to die.

Down the outpost I began to hear gunfire going out yet I ignored everything staying with my ‘companion’. He had called me that. When we first became partners, when he’d spared my life and gave me another chance even after I’d wronged him morally and on a ‘physical level’.

He forgave me without actually saying it but I knew he did. Why else would he give me those lovely ‘claws’ of his after a job well done? It was a nice reward for behaving. I didn't want to have what we had going to go away.

It was nice to have a helping hoof. He really knew how to get on my good side which was not hard to do by any means. All he had to do was praise me and scratch behind my ears. It was good enough for me, it made me smile. Now that I thought about it, scratching behind the ears was unheard of as far as I knew. I'd normally try to use my hindleg to get the spot behind my ear.

Sighing my ears swiveled on top my head listening to the sound of weapons discharging and screams of terror and pain. My eyes drifted towards the tunnel where all the action was happening. In the distance I could see lights of fire as another fight had broken out just moments after our own had finished.

I had actually half expected him to wake up miraculously and give me a sympathetic ear scratch. But he remained still. Concerned, I hovered my cheek over his mouth, as I waited with baited breath. Feeling a warm gentle breeze tickle my cheek I smiled. He was alive. I certainly hoped it was his breath and not just the heat radiating the fire from down the tunnel.

Going into nurse mode I had to get him out of here. Grabbing Hunter I rolled him onto my back. Struggling to haul him away from the conflict. Dragging about over ⅔ of him. Even as an earth pony I was struggling to carry his heavy body. He was three times my size and not just that, his clothing and weapons weighed him down. Especially that ‘back bag’ of his. My legs trembled as I lugged him around unsure where to go. My back ached from the puncture wounds from when the griffon dug its talons into me… and not even in the good ‘kinky kind of way’.

Struggling through the pain I carried on, carrying my patient and friend with me. Were we even friends? He called me his companion. That had to mean something.

Loud screams of ‘Oorah’ echoed through the outpost. Looking back over my shoulder I saw nazis soldiers running away from the burning tunnel. Retreating as several ran past me in a blind panic.

Several more griffon hounds emerged just behind the nazis firing into the burning tunnel as several ponies wearing uniforms colored olive khaki emerged from the fire shooting the flying targets.

“Shit!” I tried to pick up my pace yet it was all in vain as Hunter was just so damn heavy! His rifle dragged against the ground, scraping against the smoothened concrete floor. “Hey, a little help?!” I called out to the germane soldiers for help. Yet none stopped to help. Which was understandable but come on!

Several bullets whizzed by making nearly shit bricks by the whistling sound they made as they nearly struck me and Hunter. I let out a squeak as adrenaline filled my veins giving me a sudden strength boost.

The amount of drag from the rest of his body hanging off me was making it difficult to keep him stable on my back, “Come on Hunter!” I growled over my shoulder, biting his hand and bringing it forward to use as leverage, to keep him from slipping off and making things more difficult.

Ahead of me the Nazi soldiers were regrouping behind another line of defense. Behind sandbags and welded pieces of metal. I moved towards them, trusting them a hell of a lot more than that other army that was pushing its way deeper into the outpost.

That explained why all the soldiers were missing while we were fighting with Jägers hounds. They had been battling with the 'Red Army'. Fending them off while we dealt with the armored griffons.

I was surprised how easily Hunter's rifle tore into their armor. Making their armor look like tissue paper, it was far more advanced compared to the standard metro rifle.

Which was funny because the Nazis pride themselves on their high quality equipment.

I half carried and half dragged Hunter to the barricade. "Help me!" I called out to the soldiers. "He's heavy! I'm a doctor!" I called out lying through my teeth. Since I was not a doctor but a nurse instead. A downgrade.

Thankfully my nurse cap got their attention as they saw the red cross helping me over the barricade. Levitating Hunter over as well. Taking my word for it.

The unicorns lifted him with ease just as there was only one hound remaining. Flying over to us firing back at the rushing stampede of the red army. They fearlessly ran into the storm of bullets.

The Nazis at the barricade set up a mounted lmg as they opened fire down the narrow tunnel. Lighting them up as they suppressed fire for the lone griffon.

I picked up Hunter once more, carrying him away from the firing line. As Nazi soldiers rushed past us to help reinforce the defensive line.

The end of the tunnel was a large bulkhead door that was wide open making me gulp as I released where we were. Up ahead was Jäger's lab, his twisted lair.

This must have been why the 'Red Line' was here. They wanted to get to his lab and uncover any 'wonder weapons' he was cooking up. If anything, his love for Bombshell might have blinded him from his work.

I was conflicted whether or not to continue forward. If I did I would be leading Hunter into the lion's den, and if I turned the other way, the other faction would surely take us prisoner if they were feeling generous .

If we didn't move we'd surely be sandwiched. Neither was great but hopefully if we walked into his lair we'd hopefully go unnoticed as Jäger had taken Bombshell with him. Probably still distracted by the mare who did not share the feelings for him.

Just as I was almost past the bulkhead door the last 'hound' landed in front of me, halting my movement.

The griffon spoke through the helmets voice modulator as ear splitting static forced my ears to pin back in defense to shield my ears, causing me to an involuntary step back.

The static suddenly stopped as the griffon gripped it's metal helmet with it's sharp armored claws. Lifting the helmet off the griffon, shaking his plumage showed his orange feathered face.

"Bonesaw?" He asked surprised to see me.

"Blaze, been awhile." I answered back bowing my head. "Uhh, I need a little help." I said nudging Hunter with my shoulder.

"Carrying the creature? The boss was after this one?" He asked grabbing Hunter roughly throwing the human over his back.

"Yup, now be careful! He's injured!"

"Oh!" The griffon said sheepishly. "Sorry."

We walked side by side entering Jägers main lab. His secondary lab is where Hunter was first placed when he was delivered to the outpost. Where I… introduced myself…

I blushed remembering how I used him against his will. He even seemed to like it. Why else would he keep me around? He secretly loved me!

"Alright I'll have to catch you later!" Blaze dropped Hunter onto a chair as he rushed back into the tunnel. "Got to stop them reds! Later sweet cheeks!" He plopped his helmet back on giving me a quick salute as he flew into battle.

Finally somewhat safe I began to take care of my own wounds. Using a green zebra potion on my back wound. Listening as the wounds hissed, steaming as my back wounds healed. My grazed cheek was taken care of with a band-aid.

Hunter was still out from blood loss. Resting to regain blood. Carefully I had him drink from his canteen to keep him hydrated. He needed fluids.

I waited as the fight raged on. Waiting as Nazi soldiers brought wounded for me to treat. Not wanting to get on their bad side since I was technically fired, not that they knew… I took care of the wounded. As it was my job before Bombshell got upset with me for indulging in my primal urges around the 'exotic stallion' named Hunter.

***

I remember how rich and lush life used to be. Without the blood and stress of a looming threat. The ignorance of bliss was great growing up.

With just me and my dog. My annoying mutt. Always finding something to lick. I take off my shoes *lick*, I do a push up *lick*, eating my food *lick*. So annoying but insanely loyal. Even for a small dog his stubby tail would wag whenever I'd come home to be greeted by a jumping yorkie. Now it may have not been the manliest of dogs to own, but he was mine. My loyal rat as I'd often call him. Always jumping up trying to lick my face.

And how excited he'd get when I'd get out my leash he'd eagerly start jumping at me making it difficult to attach it to his little vest. Unable to contain his excitement.

As annoying as it was, it was very appreciative. Even when he'd bring me gifts. Dropping his toy at my feet, wanting me to play with him.

Only getting on my nerves when he'd mark his territory around my house. Even as he'd pee in his pee-pad he'd refuse to use it again even if there was a lot of dry area left on the pad. He was very spoiled, my dear rat.

Making my dad threaten to snip his balls off. Dumb loveable dog. As it was mainly my dad who took care of him.

The dog was my sisters as they'd begged for a dog but as always, it's always the dad that ends up having to take care of the dog.

I remember life, a simpler time when violence was just entertainment and fake. I'd shoot an enemy in a video game and my friends and I would just laugh about it. Nobody got hurt, it was all in good fun.

Even now I was petting the loveable dog. Licking my face as I laughed, hugging my dumbass dog pulling my face away from the excited dog. Feeling something wet on my shirt.

"What the?" Pulling my dog away looking down at my shirt, I saw a wet spot. Looking at my dog I saw his cock out of his sheath with a shiny wet spot.

"What the fuck?! You horny bastard!" Disgusted, I placed the dog down on the floor. Yet my dog continued to wag his little tail excitedly. "That's not cool." I shook my head disgusted.

Only if I knew how disgusting the world could truly be. Some excited doggie cum would be the least of my worries.

***

Opening my eyes I peered down at Bonesaw who raised a brow at me who was wagging her tail excitedly. "You're finally awake." She looked happy to see me.

I felt around my chest feeling the same wet spot from my dream. 'I hope that's just blood and not what I think it is' I thought to myself drawing parallels.

I tried to stand, only to stumble feeling dizzy. Holding a hand to my helmet as I took a knee just as Bonesaw rushed me. I felt light headed. The mare hugged me to prevent me from falling over.

"Hey! You're low on blood, you need rest!" Bonesaw urged.

"Back on your seat!" She ordered, now looking upset. "Back to bed!"

"It's a chair."

She pushed me back onto the chair with surprising strength for her size. "Whatever!" Bombshell snapped. "Rest!" She was putting her hoof down on this.

Groggily I looked around seeing several Nazis writhing on the floor in a neat line covered in bandages. They'd been taken care of by the nurse. She works fast.

I slumped in my chair gripping my gun that still hung from my gun sling. Looking towards the large bulkhead door that was closed.

I saw one of the hounds without his helmet. A griffon in the flesh. It was my first time seeing one without the helmet. Even so, I glared at him in my weakened state. Noticing my look he stomped towards me. I lifted my weapon to blast the oversized turkey.

"Hey-hey! Cool it!" Bonesaw pushed the barrel of my rifle down, having stopped me from making history. "He's not going to hurt you. Probably." She quickly added.

"Names 'Blaze'." The griffon introduced himself, extending a talon out towards me for a handshake.

I slapped his talon aside, not wanting anymore friends. Especially not after I knew how it felt to have those things in my back. They were deadly weapons. I didn't even want those sharp objects near my wrists.

"Hunter, now off turkey." I said, resting my hand back on my rifle.

"Yeesh, is he always uptight?" The feathered beast asked my companion.

"We'll not when he's loosened up." Bonesaw muttered looking away momentarily to hide her blush.

"You drink?" Blaze asked me.

"..."

"Come on, what's that supposed to mean-" Blaze's feathered cheeks reddened. "-you mean… what the tartarus?!"

"Shut up!" Bonesaw exclaimed embarrassed.

"You?! Why?!" The Griffon turned on me instantly, losing his friendly attitude about to lift up his own rifle when Bonesaw slapped his rifle down.

"Not his fault! It was all my doing!" Bonesaw said sticking up for me. Puffing her chest out as she prepared for herself to take the blame. It was her fault anyway. Don't understand why she was trying to be honorable about it.

"You fucked him!"

"Why does it matter to you?! We aren't dating anymore!" Bonesaw stomped her hoof.

I rolled my eyes looking around the new surroundings, finding it to be a new lab. It was a lot larger than the one I remember waking up in. The lab appeared to be more of a morgue with wall-like cabinets.

The room was poorly lit with several tables lined with bodies underneath a blank white sheet.

The bodies were far too large to be a pony or griffon. Curious, I got up much to Bonesaw's dismay.

The silhouette reminded me of a human as hope filled my chest I stumbled over to one of the tables reaching a hand out to the sheet wanting to tear it off and reveal it's hidden secrets.

"What do you think you're-" Bonesaw was caught off as I threw the sheet off to reveal something else.

My body stopped as I fell to my knees. It was not what I was expecting. Instead of a human corpse I was instead met with a giant lizard-like creature instead.

"W-what?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Not…"

"It's a dragon." Bonesaw cut in. "Dead, it's alright. It won't hurt us."

"Not human…" I was both relieved and disappointed. Which was better?

"Umm, no. You're the first of your kind. As far as I know anyway." Bonesaw hugged my leg. "And you're forgetting something." She told me pointedly. "I'm not letting go until you give it."

I looked down at her.

She looked up at me.

Reaching down I gave her the promised head scratch.

"Ahh, that's the stuff~" Bonesaw couldn't help but moan.

"You kidding me?!" Blaze exclaimed looking upset.

"What? He's so good at this…" Bonesaw nuzzled my leg affectionately, making the griffon jealous.

"We're not a thing." I told him flat out.

"Are you?!"

"No."

Blaze didn't know if I was telling the truth or not sizing me up.

"Why are you mad?" Bonesaw asked the griffon smugly. "Mad that I got myself a bad boy?"

"Bad boy? Are you dumb?" Blaze looked utterly confused, so was I.

I stopped scratching her head. Knowing this mare was trying to gaslight him into being jealous. I would not approve such deplorable behavior.

"Aww why'd you stop?" She looked up at me with disappointment.

"We have a job to do." I reminded her.

"But you're hurt!"

"I can stand. I can fight."

"What are you two after?" Blaze asked curiously.

Me and Bonesaw shared a look.

"Your boss." I told him flat out wanting to see his reaction.

"Sir Jäger?" He asked, confused.

"That's the one."

"Damn, well can I atleast turn you in for my pay?" Blaze asked.

"You trust him to pay you?" I raised a brow.

"He is my contractor. Bonesaw knows too."

I looked at Bonesaw glaring daggers at her. "You knew Jäger and didn't say anything?!"

The mare shrank, "You didn't ask…" she said in a tiny voice.

"I did!"

"Not me directly…" she tapped her hooves together meekly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to wrap my head around this new found information. "Do I get anything out of you turning me in?"

"I get paid."

"So that's a no." I told him flatly.

"I'll give you a percentage!" Blaze cut in.

"How much?"

"8%" Blaze nodded.

"Too low I get 70%"

"What?! That's too much!" Blaze complained.

"I'd be sticking my neck out!" I reminded him.

"50%." He tries being generous.

But I was sticking to my guns. "I get 70% and that's final. No if ands or buts." I said not budging from my request. Staking my claim.

Finally the griffon relented. "Fine!"

"Good."

He went in for a shake.

I slapped his talon away. "Respect the deal." I told him. "No shakes."

I was surprised he wasn't upset that me and Bonesaw killed a number of his friends. I'd have to bring that up later that way it doesn't bite me in the ass later.

Ch 8: Strength In Numbers

The three of us walked to the door that led deeper into Jäger’s lair. “Alright here goes nothing.” Bonesaw said, sucking in a breath.

“Why are you stressing? You’re not the one being targeted.” I told her pressing a button on my helmet activating my torch.

“What, I can’t worry about my friend?”

“Companion.” I corrected her.

“...Whatever.” Bonesaw scowled, stomping a hoof she looked away.

I held my rifle tightly, adjusting my grip as I scanned my rifle from right to left in a sweeping motion. Taking in my surroundings. Not wanting to step on some sort of trap.

“What are you doing?” Blaze asked with a raised brow walking past me casually. “We’re turning you in for the reward, remember?” Blaze let out a breath. “What’s this?” He asked, waving a talon in my direction. “This soldier commando thing you’re doing? Just walk in there and present yourself. As my prisoner of course.” He hastily added.

“Just checking.” I relaxed, seeing him be nonchalant about this I trusted his instincts since he seemed to know Jäger. Working under him he would know better than most. “Alright then, lets get that reward.” I gave him a firm nod.

Blaze clasped his armored claws together, “Sweet, let’s get going then.”

The griffon led the way as we walked past several glass cylinders containing more dragons that appeared to be pickled in a blue liquid. Floating inside as they bobbed up and down wearing respirators as they exhaled bubbles signaling that they were still alive.

We moved past them dismissively as they were not our top priority. We did not have to wait long when Blaze finally delivered us to our desired destination. Pushing the door open I strode in resisting the urge to pick up my weapon and blast the crazy bastard who should have been dead.

Turning around, both Bombshell and Jäger turned their heads to see us.

“Good afternoon.” I greeted.

Blaze dramatically flew up in the air and landed loudly beside me. “I captured the creature boss! I would like to get the promised reward!”

“Revart?” Jäger asked, setting Bombshell down as he had been busy humping her leg. His cock exposed from his sheath with some mystery liquid leaking from the tip making me cringe at how casually he could face us with his junk out. “For zee kreature?”

“That would be correct, boss.” Blaze shoved me forward.

Still low in blood I stumbled forwards collapsing.

“Blaze!” Bonesaw angrily ran to my side glaring at the griffon as she helped me sit up and take a knee.

“What did I do?” Blaze’s wings twitched irritably. “I’m doing my job!”

“Vat I like is zee hunt.” Jäger removed his Luger from his chest holster, firing it at Blaze who lifted his helmet up defensively. The bullet deflected with a loud *cling*.

“The hell’s your problem?!” Blaze shouted in surprise.

Bombshell crawled backwards over Jäger’s desk disgusted that her leg was sticky from a hint of stallion seed. Having been sexually assaulted by the horny animal who just couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. She fell backwards unceremoniously grabbing all of our attention as everyone turned to see the mare pop her head back up.

“I’m fine!” She exclaimed.

As if getting confirmation both me and Jäger whipped our weapons towards each other. Both of us began running and gunning, firing at each other with bullets flying around each other as I dove behind the desk beside Bombshell as Jäger ran through another door leading deeper into his territory.

“You can’t run forever!” I called after him.

“He’s got his spunk on my leg!” Bombshell dropped the accent as she looked at her leg. “Got damn it! Disgusting! Absolutely dirty! What the-”

I placed a hand on her shoulder, “I will get revenge for you.”

She slapped my hand off. “Are you kidding me?! I wouldn’t be in this mess if you’d just finished the job!” She shouted at me, slapping me with a verbal assault that rivaled a physical slap. I could almost swear my helmet almost got sent flying by how hostile her tone was. “Now get out my face before I smash your face IN!” She raised a hoof ready to hit me. Knowing how much those pony hooves hurt, I backed away. “Bonesaw attend to her. I need to finish this.” I said horically like some American action hero.

“We’ll he shot at me. He skimped out on my payment! Lets wring the little fucker!” Blaze said, placing his helmet back on.

“Alright then comrade.” I said as the griffon hound and I rushed the door where Jäger had gone through.

Reloading I began to say, “Ready? Breach and-”

With the sound of static from the hound, the griffon rushed through the door foolishly.

“Damn it!” I shouted after him as I peaked inside seeing his hoof trip a wire. With a whipping motion I saw the string zip past my eyes as I dove as a shotgun blast echoed in the enclosed space. It was deafening.

I heard metal pepper metal. Looking up I saw Blaze be launched off his feet as he was sent flying over me. Crashing with a dramatic roll. “You idiot.” I said raising my rifle as I got up to a crouch position, inching my way inside.

The room was a lot wider than before. The room looked like a training simulation with sandbags and punji boards. There were also targets of ponies made of metal cutouts. Something you’d see around a range to practice hitting targets.

“Where are you little fucker?!” I called after him. He almost killed me by sending his goons after me.

Static was heard behind me. I quickly whipped around preparing to blast the hound into the afterlife when the griffon held its talons up defensively. It was Blaze. I had accidentally flagged him with my weapon.

I whipped back around to observe the field. No movement as far as my eye could see.

“Kome ant fint me! Or I vill certainly fint you~” Jäger said over the intercom.

I rushed to cover just as the door across from us opened and armored troops emerged. This time the hounds weren’t griffons, but instead they were-

“Dragons!” Bonesaw ran past me jumping behind sandbags. Bombshell mirrored her movement. Turning around I saw dragons that were glossened by the blue fluid they were floating in. The dragons saw me and opened their mouths revealing their sharpened teeth. Letting out a mighty roar that made my bones rattle as fear gripped me on a primal level.

I felt myself pulled off my feet. Looking over my shoulder I saw that Bonesaw had pulled me behind cover alongside them as the armored and equipped dragons opened fire at our position. With their own kalash rifles. Only they resembled the traditional AK-47.

Bombshell was fuming with rage as she army crawled to a new position.

“What do we do?!” Bonesaw exclaimed, starting to hyperventilate, having the same fear I had. Only I pushed through letting my fear empower me.

Static from Blaze cut in as he tossed a grenade at the rushing reptiles. The explosion went off not too long after the naked dragons had stopped. Dazed from the sudden explosion standing around like bumbling idiots.

The griffon lepted at them while they were dazed, opening his armored talons as he sank his claws into their scales. Piercing them like fish hooks ripping flesh apart.

Turning my attention to the dragon hounds with weapons I opened fire back at them.

They too spoke in static with their helmets on. Making their words inaudible.

“Bombshell, you have a gun?!” I called the unicorn.

“I have my own!” The unicorn cried out as she emerged from her cover firing her luger pistol she held in her magic aura.

One dragon fell from our combined gunfire. We had to duck down for cover as their gun power was overwhelming. It made me wonder if my bullets were even punching through the armor or if they were just tanking my shots, and powerthroughing my gun fire.

“Bonesaw! Put yourself to use!” I said handing her my revolver. The mare took my gun confused. Wondering how she was to use it. Taking the gun handle in her mouth. Looking at me for approval, flagging me with the barrel.

Gripping the barrel I whipped her around to face the enemy. “Fire that way!” I instructed her.

“Turnink my own precious Bombshell against me kreature? But let me tell you zis, your tactiks vill not vork for long!”

“I’m not yours!” Bombshell exclaimed, stomping a hoof. The dragons refused to shoot at her. Per Jägers orders as I assumed. “I never was and I never will!” She reloaded only to quickly unload her gun at the dragons. Her shots deflected off the heavily armored dragons.

He was just that desperate to hump her leg; he must have thought of her as his hard to get girlfriend. He apparently liked her feisty personality along with his clingy dynamic.

“I beg to differ. Zere is nein shtallion in zee vorlt like I! I vill vorschip you like no ozer!” He declared over the intercom as the dragons focused on me. I army crawled as Bonesaw followed me, crawling behind me as she shadowed me. Sticking to me like glue.

“You, fire from here.” I said pointing at the metal cut out, wanting her to use it as cover while I sneaked around on the ground. “Draw their fire. You don’t have to expose yourself. Just hold their attention.” I instructed.

“You can’t be serious?!” The nurse squeaked. “I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Well you did now!” I told her already crawling off.

“Hey come back!” Bonesaw whined in a blind panic. Her location began to be targeted with the amount of noise she was making. She screamed as she held her hooves above her head as sand was sent flying around her as the sandbags she was behind were struck along with the metal target as it was dented inwards from gunfire until bullets began tearing through. “Ahh! Hunter help me you dumb bastard!”

Noticing that she wasn’t being targeted, Bombshell snuck away by simply walking away. Heading for the door where the armored dragons had come from.

Blaze held his own as he flew up high to gain some reach from the scaled dragons. Shooting down at them as he dipped down to dodge incoming gunfire from the dragons across the training facility.

There were tripwires of guns mounted around corners in sneaky ways to blow off knees. Crawling, I took my time defusing the traps. Continuing my way. Hearing Bonesaw cry over the gunfire was enough to tell me that she was still alive.

The dragons were moving in on her position, spreading out in an attempt to flank her. I waited until a dragon moved near my cover. When he was close enough I emerged with my toothpick in hand. My trusty knife. I pulled the dragon over to my cover as I thrusted my knife between the seam of his helmet undersuit. Carving into his neck as I dropped down to the floor.

The dragons stopped firing at Bonesaw’s location as they turned their attention back to me.

“Ja! Ja! Destroy zee kreature!” Jäger exclaimed over the intercom. “Hmm… Fräulein?”

“Shut up!”

“Vere is your accent my dear?” He asked as the two were in a strange love drama that I was not particularly interested in.

Static from the dragons as they rushed to my spot. Tossing their weapons aside as they ran out of ammo. It sounded like incoherent screams as the tv like static sound zeroed in on my location. It was like playing a horror game.

Popping up from my spot I fired my rifle at point blank range ripping through two of the dragons. Leaving only three left.

A dragon vaulted over my cover as it lunged towards me, claws raised as it swiped down. I held my rifle out in response. My rifle bent inwards threatening to snap in half. I stumbled backwards pulling out my knife holding it out in front of me. Backing away as I threw my head forward my face plate clamped down protectively over my face.

Sound was muffled as my hearing was consumed by the sound of me breathing through my gas mask. My eyes quickly scanned left to right. Finding the two other dragons flanking me. Making me wonder how I was going to survive this. When suddenly I was lifted off my feet flying up in the air.

“Need a lift?!” Blaze laughed. Looking up at him I saw half of his face clawed with some flesh and feathers dangling from his face. He had half his face ripped off yet he was soldiering on.

“Uh… thanks I guess?” I said feeling his talons hold onto my shoulders as he placed me on a dummy watchtower.

“No problem! Don’t worry I’ll take care of this!” He said, unslinging his rifle as he cocked it, turning to face the dragons down below. “Hey! Yeah you all! Come at me!” He dove down strafing at them as he fired like a plane shooting infantry.

I watched him just as I heard Bonesaw below me. “Hunter! Down here!” She called out to me. I peered over the edge.

I asked the more important question “Where’s my gun?!”

“What?! You’re not going to ask if I’m okay?!” Bonesaw stomped a hoof.

“You look fine to me. Now, my gun?” I asked as I used the ladder to climb down to be back at ground level and to retrieve my gun.

“Here!” Bonesaw puffed her cheeks out looking mad as she shoved the revolver against my chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, inspecting my gun.

“You don’t even care! I’m okay by the way!” She started by bumping her muzzle with my crotch glaring up at me. Huffing she turned away from me, flicking her tail. “I’m not speaking to you!” The nurse stomped a hoof, sending dirt flying. Trying to act tough, she was putting her hoof down on the matter.

“Yes you are and good job at screaming by the way.” I reached towards her, giving her a little scratch behind the ears, just how she liked it.

“I’m still mad at you.” She didn’t even want to look at me.

“So be it.” I stopped as I turned to see Blaze finishing off the last dragon. Landing on the final dragon’s head, he whipped him around as the dragon gripped one of his talons, crushing him along with his armor.

Blaze cried out as I rushed to assist him, tripping a trap as a gun fired at my armored knee causing me to stumble forwards falling on my face. Thank goodness I was wearing a helmet! Scrambling to my feet I saw as the dragon launched Blaze several feet away, crashing into a pony cut out. The dragon stomped its way towards the griffon on its way to end him when I opened fire with my revolver. “Hey! Big ugly!” I shouted as my bullets bounced off harmlessly. The bullets whistling and dinging as metal struck metal.

The dragon turned towards me.

I holster my gun as I unsheathed my knife, readying myself for a fight.

The dragon let out a roar of static that made me tremble. After seeing what these things did to Blaze I did not know how well I’d fare against a legendary griffon. Us humans weren’t very good without our weapons.

The dragon sprinted towards me kicking up dirt. Several traps went off, firing off weapons harmlessly off the dragon.

I braced myself as the dragon spread its arms out like it wanted to give me one big hug. I ducked side stepping when it was close enough I held out my knife out to get an easy slice in. The dragon was too heavy and too fast to stop as it buried its feet in the sand sliding past me as my knife cut in between armor plates.

The dragon clutched it’s side as it whipped around smacking me with its armored tail sending me flying. Landing on a metal target bending it out of the way as I was sent rolling on the floor. Arched my back as I rolled on the floor fighting with myself struggling to get back up as the pain was overwhelming. Getting thrown sucked, “Bonesaw *gasp* distraction *gasp*.” I called out to the earth pony wanting her to do something. Give me time to recover.

The dragon came faster than I expected as it reached over a barrier grabbing me by the chest lifting me up. I slashed at its claw wanting it to let me go. The dragon slammed me down with such force I was positive that it made several bones crack. I gasped having the air knocked from my lungs.

Again I was slammed onto my back. Repeatedly the dragon continued to slam me when my chest armor was ripped from my heavy sherpa jacket. I collapsed on the floor going limp hoping the dragon would let me go.

The dragon tossed the armor aside as it grabbed me by the head, lifting me up with one claw. I could only glare back at the dragon as I breathed with heavy labored breath. I let out a weak growl in defiance.

“Off him!” Bonesaw cried out whipping around bucking her hindlegs at the dragon from behind the knees, causing it to fold like a folding chair.

The dragon took me with it as I collapsed on the dragon. Lifting my knife I stabbed it in the neck weakly, too weak to slice its throat open. The dragon gripped my helmet once more, pushing me off. I fell over limply not having the strength to fight much longer.

The dragon held a claw to its neck bleeding openly as it struggled to breath as it choked on its own blood.

Bonesaw came over to me as she went through her saddlebags hurriedly. “What’s wrong?! Help me diagnose! I’m not a doctor!”

“Bones…” I groaned while lifting up my gas mask to take in some 'fresh air' questionable.

“Stressed? Broken? Dislocated?!” She looked to be panicking, digging through her saddle bags hastily.

“Stressed? Maybe broke…” I gritted my teeth and made a face.

Blaze limped over to us. One eye hanging out making me want to look the other way. “Hey… I need help too… eye… haha.” He pointed to his dangling eye. Taking a seat beside me looking out of it. Me and him both.

“Here, potion for you! Drink up!” She lifted up the blue vial to my lips. “This health potion is weak but it should help. Drink up so you can be ‘big and strong’.” She poked to me like a caring mother trying to get me to drink the blue stuff. I liked hearing her speak in such a soothing manner. I felt like just sleeping as I felt the refreshing liquid smoothly glide down my throat.

It was like drinking premium overpriced water. Yet inside I felt my body start to feel normal again.

“Blaze! The fuck?!” Bonesaw cringed seeing his hanging eye. She wiped her hooves clean using some bottle of some liquid to disinfect her hooves as she carefully set his eye back inside his head with her hooves gingerly. Being careful not to cram it back in its socket scared that she might splatter it by accident.

“Take this.” She offered him a purple liquid instead.

“Thanks doc.” He drank the liquid greedily like a drunk downing hard liquid. “AH!” He stood back up as his face wound began to heal back up, only the side of his face that was ripped off healed back leaving a feathery bald spot. “They’ll grow back.” He winked at me. Walking to the downed dragon who was surprisingly still alive bleeding out. “Now… I want some payback.” The griffon gripped the knife in the dragon’s neck as he pulled it sideways causing a wave of blood to spurt out. The dragon fell over clutching at its neck. He cleaned the knife on his armor as he offered it back to me.

I took my knife back, setting it back in it’s sheath. “Comrade.” Me and the griffon shared a nod.

I got up to my feet.

“What do I do with this?” Bonesaw asked, holding up my horribly bent rifle.

“Hold onto it.” I told her.

“Really?” She confusingly eyed the ruined gun.

“Reward for you later comrade.” I told her with a nod.

“Comrade?” She asked confused.

“Let’s finish this!” Blaze said, reloading his rifle while I did the same with my revolver.

Going through the door where the armored dragons came from, we found a control room that had a grid of tiny screens with a microphone. In the room both Bombshell and Jäger are fighting hoof to hoof.

“Is zat all you got, my Tiger?” Jager licked Bombshell from the base of her neck all the way to her chin.

“AH! What the hell?!” She exclaimed, shoving him against the wall.

It confused me why she did not just shoot him with her side arm. She had so many chances to do so, which brought into question… why didn’t she do it? Did she actually… like him? Was this some weird lover thing?

“You know you like it!” Jäger pounced back on Bombshell, pinning the unicorn to the floor. His dick out of his sheath looking harder than ever, twitching with anticipation.

I fired my revolver into his side causing the stallion to fall over. “Ja hit me! Nein!” He suddenly shouted when he noticed his love was not the one who had shot him.

Blaze flew on top of Jäger, gripping the stallion’s head as he slammed it against the floor. “Where’s my pay that you owe me?!”

“My Tiger Bombshell is zee only one voo kan get answers out of me!” Jäger snarled, refusing to talk.

“You have a gun. Why didn’t you finish the job?” I asked Bombshell, who was dusting herself off inspecting her uniform for any cum stains.

“Simple, I wanted to make him suffer for destroying my favorite song! I could never love him after he did that! Not that I ever considered him a suitable candidate.” She sat down crossing her arms across her chest. “A suitable husband would be a perfect aryan unicorn stallion with a luscious blond mane and charming white coat.”

“Like yourself?” I asked only to get an upset nudge from Bonesaw who glared up at me.

“Ja.” Bombshell nodded. “Pretty much.”

“And your accent? Where’d it go?” I asked.

“Too much effort.” She shrugged. “Why would you ask about that?” She snorted, starting to smile at how ridiculous it sounded.

"Just wanted to know."

"They always do." Bombshell shook her head as her beautiful mane swished around lusciously.

She was a real prize pony by appearance. She must have had all the stallions falling for her just by her cleanliness and beauty alone.

She was actually rather nice when you weren't on her bad side.

"Goodbye Jäger."

"Zis is not zee ent my dear Tiger." He smiled at Bombshell eerily. The griffon gripped the stallion's head, squeezing it. Squishing the meaty pulp under his armored talon.

"Well that's that then huh…" Bonesaw noted.

"Yeah… so we're free to go?" I asked Bombshell who waved a hoof.

"Sure, whatever." She said dismissively. "I'm just glad he's gone."

"Run! Zee Red Army is koming!" An alarm began to blare as all the lights switched to blood red.

Soldiers carried stretchers of wounded as they retreated, entering the control room with us.

"Vat's goink on?!" Bombshell reverted back to her accent.

"Red Army! Zey hafe blown zrough the door! Zey're komink in!"

They took the emergency escape as we hastily followed, not wanting to get swarmed.

If the Red Army was anything like the Red Line back home. This only met large numbers and I was not prepared to handle an unending swarm.

Author's Note

Comments would be nice for improving...

Ch: 9 Issues

We all ran across a metal walkway that overlooked cages of ponies below. All of whom screamed and rattled in their cages begging to be let out. Several noticed me shaking the bars of their cage. Screaming out 'monster' when they saw me. They must have felt betrayed to see me standing among Nazis.

"Ve're goink to hafe to retreat!" Bombshell exclaimed in her german accent. Only ever doing it around her soldiers. "Leafe zee prisoners! Zey'll do our job for us!"

"Help us!"

"Somepony!"

The lost souls of ponies who were doomed to meet their fate at the hands… Er… hooves. Of the Red Army.

They would either be conscripted among their ranks and used as fodder or be sent to be sent as digger. Expanding the tunnels and in search of hidden secrets built into the metro as the government had hidden military installations that were secretly integrated. Planned ahead as the government knew the end was coming. When nuclear fire would cleanse the earth and obliterate everyday life as we knew it.

Our footsteps hurriedly stomped on the metal walkway as we ran in a full sprint. Acting quick as we did not have much time left.

"Quick, head for zee train!" Bombshell instructed as the soldiers retreated as several soldiers began setting charges at the end of the bridge. Preparing to slow the opposing enemy down.

The door behind us exploded as Red Army soldiers came out guns ready. "Give up you fascist pigs!"

"Blow zee bridge!" Bombshell exclaimed as she rounded the corner of the bridge as she dove out of harm's way.

The ponies ran faster on four legs, nearly outpacing me. They were like little dogs running. My only advantage over them was the longer strides of my own two legs.

All the ponies outpaced me as I began to slow down, still injured from recent events.

The bitch didn't even wait for me! The Nazi soldiers gave me a blank look as they clicked the detonator.

I jumped as the bridge's support beams were blown from under me sending the bridge careening down below landing at the largest cage at the bottom.

I screamed out as I reached out for the end of the bridge grabbing ahold of the edge as I swung in place just barely hanging on as the weight of my equipment pulled down on me.

"Ahh!" I groaned as I felt the ligaments in my fingers straining to hold all the wait pulling down.

It felt like the pit of hell erupted beneath me and the lost souls of screams were threatening to drag me down.

I felt my grip sleeping as I flexed my arms to their limits trying to pull myself up.

"Get your ass up!" Blaze grabbed my right arm and Bonesaw grabbed my left, together they pulled me up.

"You're heavy!" Bonesaw cried out straining as the two pulled me up.

"Put your back into it!" Blaze chimed.

They got me out of harm's way helping me to my feet as Bonesaw helped steady me as I panted from exertion as she walked me to safety.

"They're getting away!" A red army soldier fired his rifle in our direction and the opposing Nazis fired back.

"Find another way around!"

"That mare…" I grumbled angrily. The cowardly Nazi didn't even hesitate to sacrifice me to save her own skin. To think I was starting to trust the damn Nazi. I must have been an idiot for lowering my guard.

We followed the evacuating Nazis watching them hop onto a train. Loading up their injured as they prepared to take off. Bombshell was screaming out commands in her germane language making it difficult to understand.

"Hey! I was still on the bridge you bitch!" I shouted at the german mare. The Nazi unicorn ignored me as she kept yelling out commands. "Hey!" I gripped her by the horn tugging on her to look at me.

"Ugh!" The mare yelped, going cross eyed for a moment.

"What are you doing?!" Bonesaw exclaimed.

"This bitch almost killed me!" I lifted Bombshell off her hooves slamming her back against the train cart.

Her face reddened, "Ah!" Bombshell moaned out. It was only then what I realized what I had done.

"Hunter!" Bonesaw bucked me behind my knees causing me to fold over like a foldable chair. Releasing the mare as I collapsed.

Bombshell got up on shaky legs Bonesaw got in the Nazis face. "You stay away from him!" She scolded the mare.

"... What are you talking about?" Bombshell scowled at the nurse as she spoke normally once more dropping the whole evil Nazi act.

Sitting up on the station edge I glared at both mares. “You almost killed me!” I pointed at Bombshell. “And you, you stay out of this missy!”I ordered Bonesaw, getting back on my feet.

“Excuse me? But why are you grabbing her by the horn?!” Bonesaw stomped a hoof stomping as steam flared from her nose looking mad.

“Because it was easy to grab! Why should that matter-” Bombshell stayed quiet blushing awkwardly. Getting on the train as I followed her as what the nurse said came to the forefront of my mind. I had grabbed the mare’s horn. “-Sorry.” I began to say when Bombshell whipped around to stand on her hindlegs as she whipped her hoof towards my face. *Slap*

“Don’t talk to me. You swine.” The mare got back on all four as she walked off into the luxury part of the train cart. Walking off to who knows where.

Bonesaw and Blaze followed me as the train suddenly lurched forward as the train began to move, taking us away from here.

“Pretty rough with the ladies huh?” Blaze chuckled, punching my shoulder playfully. “How were her grooves?”

Bonesaw was next to kick Blaze in the shin, making him cry out jumping up and down as she clutched his leg. “That's not funny!”

“You have issues, beautiful.” Blaze cringed when the nurse gave him a harsh look.

I had just sexually assaulted the Nazi mare. I had learned what it meant to grab and stroke a unicorns horn as it was described to me by that one unicorn nazi officer I had captured. Grabbing him by the horn for leverage only to be informed that it was a very taboo thing in their culture to touch another’s horn.

“I should apologize.” I rubbed my bruised cheek from where the strike had landed. Pony hooves hurt! They might look small and cute and cuddly but for the love of war: Their hooves hurt! I was surprised to hear myself say that. To apologize to a Nazi of all people. I was really losing it.

“What?! She almost killed you!” Bonesaw stomped a hoof snorting with anger. She really seemed to hate the mare.

“True.” I mused as I took a seat at one of the luxury booths. Blaze sat across from me and Bonesaw sat beside me.

Yet both me and Bombshell could agree that sexual assault was not allowed in our moral grounds. We still retained honor. To be the bigger person. Maybe she didn’t mean to blow the bridge before I could cross?

“I don’t like that look.” Bonesaw commented, crossing her hooves across her chest. “Ahem.” She called out loudly to grab my attention. “Are you forgetting something?”

“What?”

She glared at me. “Nevermind.” She huffed angrily, getting up from her seat and stormed off angrily.

I watched the nurse pony go. Watching as her blond tail bobbed behind her as she left the train cart moving to another part of the train. Closing the door behind her.

“Hey come on, I’m still here buddy.” Blaze said, waving a talon in my face. “Don’t be looking at her like that.”

“What? I was just looking at her tail.” I said nonchalantly, not understanding why he could be so defensive.

He grabbed me by the collar pulling me across the table. “Bombshell was one thing but Bonesaw?!”

“It’s just a tail.” I repeated as I glared at the Griffon.

“Her tail!”

“What’s the big deal?!” I shouted at him.

“She’s my mare! You can’t be looking at her tail like that!” Blaze shouted.

“What’s that even mean?! She’s a mare, yes I get that. Your mare? Your woman?” I asked dumbfounded, trying to understand what he was saying.

“Woman?! What?!”

“Your girlfriend?”

“Yes!”

“Didn’t she say you weren’t together or something like that?”

He released me as he slouched in his seat sliding down dejectedly. “We broke up.”

“Well, you can do better.” I told him not wanting to tell him I nonconsensually slept with her. It was all Bonesaw but I was not too sure Blaze would take too kindly to that information.

“Why? She’s a good mare. Caring too.” The griffon blushed thinking about the mare. “Especially her soft… plush plot… I remember when I tapped that.”

“Sure?” I raised a brow. “So, you two had quite the history?” I asked.

“We sure did.” Blaze said in blissful thought, thinking back to the time he and her shared an intimate moment together, “That dirt pony was my girl… still is!” He pointed an aggressive claw my way.

I held up my hands defensively. “I never claimed her.” that wasn’t completely true as my primal mind claimed her as my own after I finished shooting my load in her.

“Of course not. You aren’t stallion enough for her.”

‘I beg to differ’ My thoughts ran rampant in challenge. ‘Shut up, brain!’

“True, I am not a stallion. Where I’m from I’m a ‘Man’.”

“Man?”

“Yes, I’m a man.”

After that we both went quiet just sizing each other up.

“Mind checking on Bonesaw and I go check on Bombshell?”

“Knock yourself out.” Blaze said getting up from his seat ready to tend to the nurse. I did the same to apologize to the Nazi officer. I had crossed a line and my honor could only be restored by taking it like a man.

“Till then.”

Both of us did a 180 as me turned away from each other and went our separate ways.

***Big Stuff POV***

“Hunter over here!” I cried out for the ranger I had just met the day before. Gripping the iron bars as I rattled in my cage. Watching as he ran alongside the Nazis. My heart dropped as I stopped to stare in shock and awe. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

He was with them?

“Blow zee bridge!” the commanding mare exclaimed as the bridge exploded sending metal and smoke down into the pit of cages. The captured ponies coughed and wheezed as metal stabbed into a select unlucky few.

Hunter jumped out of view as the Red Army soldiers wearing the olive drab uniforms took his place. "They're getting away!" A red army soldier fired his rifle in our direction and the opposing Nazis fired back.

"Find another way around!"

I rubbed my eyes as the hope that had left as quickly as it came.

***Hunter POV***

I knocked on the door patiently waiting for an answer. I had tracked her down to her first class cabin.

“Voo is it?!” Came the accented response.

“It’s me Hunter.” I answered.

“Go. Away!” She dropped the accent instantly.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that.” I was putting my foot down on the matter. My pride and honor would not let me back down as I had wronged a lady. Pony or not this was wrong. If this was some sort of Dark Ones test to break me they were failing. I had to stay true to my character from before the nukes. Stay true… I had to stay true.

Even after all this time I was losing myself. Senselessly killing mutant monsters. Fighting factions. Man or animal. Anything that stood in my way had me running through them. So much killing I had lost a sense of myself.

Perhaps it was an innocent part. As every child is born pure. Only growing up and experiencing life does it shape your perspective on life. I was once just a boy. Who lived a normal life. Had a normal family. Saw what good could exist in such a twisted and truly evil world.

If I wanted the world to change I had to make a difference.

I was not a religious man but I must say that God no longer exists. Heaven, Hell, and purgatory no longer exist. There is no room for mystical bullshit. There was only me and these creatures. I had to be better. I had to do better.

“And why not?!”

“Because I have to make things right!”

“...”

“Please…”

The door opened to reveal an uninterested Bombshell. “Make things right huh?” A pistol was pointed at me hovering in her magic aura.

“Yes.” I carefully took a knee. Reaching up I removed my helmet. “I came to say sorry.” I admitted hoping she would understand. “I should have not grabbed you there.”

“Where?!” She glared at me, poking my chest with her pistol threatening to shoot me through my jacket.

“By your horn. How may I regain your forgiveness?”

“Grovel at my hooves.” Bombshell said with a dark expression.

“If that is what you wish.” I placed my helmet down on the ground. Bowing at the mare as if in prayer. Yet I did not beg. Instead I repeated how sorry I was. “Sorry, I did not mean to touch you there. I don’t know how pony culture works. I first saw unicorns yesterday.”

“And you lied about being a dragon!” She pistol whipped me on the back of the head. Making me reach over to protect my skull from further assault.

“The fuck?!”

“You are a liar Hunter! If that is your real name.”

“It is.” I said, raising my head to look up at her. “Now I have a better idea.”

“Which is?” The beautiful blond placed the barrel of the gun against my forehead.

I extended my hand out exposing my palm. “Allow me.”

“To what?” She didn’t look impressed throwing her mane as it gracefully bounced her hat staying put in its original position. Comically never falling off.

“Scratch behind your ears.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” She screamed at me.

Afraid she was going to fire I moved my head aside as I pushed the gun up to avoid the presumed shot. I lunged at the mare tackling her.

“Ah! Get off me!” She reared her forelegs preparing to kick me but I pinned her down straddling her as she lifted items throwing them at me. “OFF!”

I unloaded the pistol as she leaned forward biting my stomach.

“Gah! You bitch!” I gripped her horn. Instantly the assault stopped as she went cross eyed just like before a blush forming on her cheeks.

And just like that we were at peace. It was like a grace period. As long as my hand was on her horn she was immobilized. I was actually scared to let her go. Not wanting to know what she’d do to me.

Carefully I watched as the mare began to pant as I gently moved my hand up and down her horn feeling the spiraling grooves. I observed her as she stuck her tongue out like an adorable dog enjoying a belly rub.

I smiled as she reminded me of my childhood dog. My best friend who disgusted me and made my day all at the same time. The sweet innocent years of youth.

Taking my time I removed my hand scooping the mare in my arms as I looked around the room to see how luxurious the palace was. With a clean stylized couch and bed. Taking the mare to the bed I took a seat as I looked down to the tiny horse in my arms.

“Feeling better?”

*Smack*

“You are the worst-”

I gripped her horn as the universe returned to peace and quiet. Listening to the ambience of the train as it moved through the tunnels.

I looked down at the mare seeing how cute she looked. A cute fluffy animal. She looked like one you’d see in a contest. Her mane and tail were well kept. She must brush every second she can to not have any tangles in her mane. Removing my hand from her horn I ran it through her mane tickling her ears. The ears flicked around as if to smack my invading fingers away.

Her mane was softer than silk and her ears were just as gentle. Carefully I began to scratch behind her ears watching as her expression changed to a happy one. The same look Bonesaw had when I scratched there.

Bombshell held her eyes closed enjoying the attention as I serviced her adorable ears pushing her Nazi hat off her head. Getting more access to her mane.

She hummed happily, nuzzling the air. The Nazi mare swished her tail brushing it up against my side. Telling me that she liked it.

I could only smile as she reminded me of my pet dog. My Yorkie, named Chewy. My stupid, loyal, adorable friend.

“Am I forgiven for my transgressions?” I asked.

“Yeah so good~” Bombshell moaned out in utter pure bliss as she swished her hips from side to side rolling over onto her belly to rest her chin on my forearm rubbing her chin against me. I continued to scratch behind her ears to show how sorry I was.

Normally for Bonesaw I would stop believing she had enough but this mare had been through a lot today. It didn’t feel right just leaving her. So I stayed until she fell asleep peacefully. Hoping she slept without the disruption of nightmares.

Asleep I tucked her in the bed. Going to the door I closed it, locking it as well I set my helmet down as well as my rucksack. I laid myself over the couch finally ready to catch some good shut eye. Heaven knows I needed it. As Bonesaw said, ‘You need to rest’ or something like that…

Ch: 10 Darkened Dream

The next dream I had was not of peace but of my time in the metro back home. When I was surrounded by people. Doing my best to protect the people who could not protect themselves.

Taking the responsibility upon myself when I joined the order of rangers called “SPARTA”. Seen as a veritable knightly order, a state within a state, a brotherhood where we had sworn oaths that we had value higher than our lives. Sworn to protecting the Metro from all dangers threatening the people, no matter what station they live at or what they believe in.

I guess that's why I agreed to helping the Nazi Bombshell. Even if I could have just left on my own accord I’m sure. But that may have left a bad distaste and distrust in her mind. So maybe assisting was for the best even if she carelessly devalued my life.

And I may have not made it out alive if not for the fact that I had made several comrades along the way. A nurse and a soldier. Using my imagination I could only think of what they would both look like if they were both human. The nurse would be an easy fix as in the Metro there were still many worn and torn pin-up posters of half naked women. A blond nurse was easy to put into perspective but for the griffon who wore Nazi armor and was not a pony was quite puzzling trying to put a face to his… well face.

A tough looking man with a scarred face perhaps? Able to laugh off having half of his face torn off with one of his eyes dangling out. That took a lot of guts not to panic. I admire that. He is a worthy comrade to have. He can take a beating and certainly dish out some damage.

For most of my life underground I had only ever been killing anything that breathed and wasn’t human. The Ranger Motto: “If it’s hostile, you kill it.” That saying had been so ingrained to me that I took it to heart. Killing everything and anything that resembled a feral monster. As it was better to initiate combat with a monster than to let it get the advantageous first move in.

To kill it before it has the chance of becoming a threat.

“My head…”

“I can’t-can’t I can’t.”

Moans and groans of lost souls who had been attacked by the Dark Ones. Left in a vegetative state clutching to what sanity they had left. Left bedridden and broken from the mind. Their very existence is shattered by coming within contact of the mutated humans that looked alien in origin, as they had lost their features that prove them to be anything related to a human.

I remember seeing wounded as I returned to the Metro from one of my surface exhibitions. Searching for supplies to bring back to the people. Being greeted by an old friend as we held out from a sudden attack from Nosalis. The mutant moles that broke there the ventilation system. Similar to what happened when I arrived with a group of ponies to their station and we were attacked the very same way. Only I was not greeted with the sight of bedridden ponies. It was as if the Dark Ones did not exist in this plane of existence. If this were another world it would not make sense how I had gotten here.

Or perhaps when I may have fallen down the rabbit hole metaphorically speaking. When I went through the shortened door and entered the world of magical mini horses. I had a busy couple days being thrust into more trouble than it was worth. All the good will I had accomplished over the years helping the people of the metro had all gone away.

As I had to start all over again from square one. An alien among ponies. To them I must have been the “Dark One, Strange One, Human One?” Honestly it was easier to think of it all as either a lucid dream or that this was some bad acid trip. Not wanting to believe this furry madness.

Which caused me to theorize, this whole visual mess could be the Dark Ones doing. Making me see mankind differently. Through a different lens or filter, only I was not weak minded enough to go mad like the others. Soldiering on with mind manipulation. Taking on any challenge in stride.

Even staring death in the eye when I had to go toe to toe with unicorns, flying griffons and even ancient dragons that I had thought were all only myth. How did I survive? Unbridled luck that's what.

My rifle tore through their armor like tissue paper but now with it ruined how would I be able to survive? It was just me against the world. There was no telling if Bonesaw wanted to stick by me or Blaze to come with me. Then Bombshell she was not my friend. I had retained my honor by apologizing. It took a real man to come face to face with his mistakes and admit their wrongs.

Even if I had too to protect myself. That was different. She threatened to attack me which gave me probable cause to grab her by the horn in self defense. That was different.

The couch she had in her room was comfortable. The most comfortable thing I had slept on in a while. I didn’t remember the last time I had slept peacefully as the train gliding across the tracks lulled me to sleep like a mother’s gentle rocking. Setting me to ease. The noisy tracks were deafened out in dream land.

*****

Walking in a thick layer of snow walking on the surface of Moscow in the ruined streets with my rifle at hand. The temperature was chilly and cold, threatening to make me tremble and shiver under the cold of night. It was a weakness as it disrupted my aim. Fighting with myself to keep my weapon steady I looked through my night vision goggles to see the area around me. Surveying the area from left to right while also taking a look in the air for any possible “Demons”. Large flying creatures that had a mighty wing span on either side. They were known for playing with their prey. Scooping them up and flying up in the air where they threw you down to tenderize you and batter your bones to make you an easier kill.

Now that was a real animal. Killing for sport and as well as food. The top of the food chain I’d say. A real nasty monster.

The wind howled and bellowed, picking up speed as metal signs bent and waved by the incoming wind. Threatening to be torn from its base and fly off into the night.

My boots crunched beneath me as I marched through the snow freezing in my jacket. Needing to find shelter soon or else I would turn into an icicle if I were not careful.

Determined I continued needing to find supplies for a station I had promised. Needing to find them something to eat as well as some fuel to help them keep warm in the tunnels. If they were freezing I would do the same. I could not rest while others needed me. The citizens depend on me to keep them alive through the harsh cold climate that made itself known.

Finally finding an old grocery building that me and other stalkers came to stockpile supplies on the surface a safe house was near. Almost there I picked up my pace and refueled with purpose.

Climbing in through the window pushing past the curtain as I entered to see light just beyond the open door. Alive and well burning just beyond the hall. Lifting my goggles up on my helmet as I no longer needed them.

Carefully I quietly snuck inside. Preparing myself for combat. Not knowing who else was here I had to make sure it was a friend and not foe. Crouching low I held my gun out in front of me.

Getting close to the edge of the open door frame I peaked at one end of the hall and then the other. Finding the lit lamp sitting on a table idle as the snow storm raged out outside.

Standing up to my full height I headed away from the light. Preferring to stay in the darkness as I went about clearing the rooms before I headed to the stored stockpile of supplies.

Carefully I tried the knob slowly and pushed the door in with my shoulder. Aiming my rifle ready to fire when The room was empty. Just a ruined home with the furniture rotting away and bookshelves layered in dust with books who were untouched for years.

Closing the door with a soft click. I headed towards the lit lamp twisting and turning the switch until the metal clicked off. Leaving me in the cold hall I went to the store room. Opening the door I raised my feet over the tripwire entering as I saw the supplies lying about neatly on metal shelves.

Dropping on one knee I started to fill my rucksack with items. Food supplies mainly as well as grabbing a nearby bag we used to carry supplies in and out of stations sort of like a mailman but with their lives only depending on you.

Filling my rucksack as well as delivery I stood back up as its weight reminded me how heavy all this was hoisting it up with one arm while I held my rifle in the other. I made my way out the door minding the tripwire once more.

Entering the hall where the lamp was lit once more.

I stopped to look down the hall. Carefully I set the bag down. Gripping my rifle as I got low to keep my steps silent as I made my way past the lamp. Questioning myself whether to turn the lamp off or not. Not wanting to cast a shadow I fiddled with the lamp turning it off. Shrouded in complete darkness I stiffly walked down the hall checking the room where I had entered through the window seeing the curtain open just how I had left it. Bellowing in the wind.

Turning my attention back to the room at the end of the hall where I had checked and found nothing I creeped towards it again. My finger itching to pull the trigger and to be down with it. My heart began to race as I held out a hand for the knob preparing myself as I furrowed my brow. Hand inching closer and closer until finally I grasped the knob turning it true and pushed my shoulder against the door swinging it open quickly slamming the door against he wall as I whipped my rifle from left to right.

Ready for anything to jump out at me.

My heart slowly paced itself back to normal as adrenaline started to reside. I held a hand over my heart relieved I was just dreaming of things. Imagining that I had turned off the lamp before.

Shaking my head when suddenly the light from behind me clicked on and a large towering black shadowy silhouette dwarfed me as it grew on the wall in front of me.

I whipped around with my rifle as I saw a large black figure unable to make out its appearance. I began firing. Out of pure fear. “You won’t take me!” I cried out as I was thrown off my feet by some unseen force. Crashing into furniture as the thing was now gone from the hall. My gun was steaming as smoke exited the barrel.

Getting up the hallway was dark. Carefully I dusted myself off groaning from having been thrown I checked myself over to find myself okay. Wondering what I had just seen.

“I must be going crazy.” I spoke to myself poking the lamp with the barrel of my rifle to see if I had shot it off or if it had always been off. Testing it I twisted the switch as it turned on lighting up the hall with a warm yellow light. “Just seeing things.” I noted rubbing a hand over my helmet.

Picking up the supplies I left back through the window back into the harsh winds. Listening to the sounds of my breathing through the gas mask. Hearing my respiratory system at work. Taking shortcuts through various buildings I retraced my steps from where I had come. To return to my hole just like the rest of the animals.

Finding a hole in the ground where a tunnel had collapsed I tossed the bag down before climbing down. Where I picked the bag back up and continued on my way. Walking in deep enough where I could finally lift up my gas mask shining a light down the tunnel.

A metal sluice gate was locked closed in front of me as I dropped the bag of supplies once more to bang my fist against the gate demanding entry. It had just been a short 12 hours. I was to be expected.

Yet as I waited I began to become worried banging my fist against the gate once more. Yet I was not given a response. Getting anxious I shined my light around looking for an alternate look in when suddenly the metal gate began sliding open to a pitch dark abyss.

The metal grinded with an ear splitting noise and then there was just a deadly silence.

I shined my light inside, “Hello? Anybody home?” I asked, picking up the bag as I carried it inside. Finding the station empty of any signs of life. The guards were gone with nothing left but their weapons as if they had simply abandoned their only form of protection and just left.

I dropped the bag as I grabbed my weapon with a two handed grip as I stepped forward looking around when suddenly the gate closed behind me leaving me in the dark.

My light attached to my rifle began to flicker.

“No-no-no.” I grumbled until finally the battery died. The darkness consumed me.

Flipping down my night vision goggles I looked around seeing nothing but green. Without any trace of light they were practically useless. I flicked my head from left to right searching for something when I spotted a large black torso. Looking up I saw it’s face.

I screamed firing my rifle as a hand grabbed ahold of my head as I listened to the sound of countless people screaming in agony.

*****

I sat up punching air reaching my hands to grab it by the throat holding an imaginary knife as I threatened to thrust it into my invisible opponent.

“What are you doing?” I heard the sound of the Nazi mare.

Turning to look at her I saw her staring at me laying down on my stomach on her bed with a blank expression.

Looking back at my hands I released my invisible assailant as I laid back down on the couch realizing I was covered in sweat. I dried myself with a sleeve. “Just… thinking.”

“Or Nightmare?” Bombshell inquired.

“Well aren’t you in a charming mood?” I suddenly asked.

The mare rolled over onto her side, still watching me. “You touched my horn…”

“It was the only way to make you stop attacking me. That was self defense.” I hastily explained. “It was the only way to stop you from blowing my brains out.”

“You… had me here all to yourself. Why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t I what?” I growled upset to hear what she was alluding to. I wasn’t just some loser. I had honor or I would like to believe so. I still had a shred of integrity left in my torn soul.

“Take advantage of me-”

“No! That's not me! Your little nurse may be eager to use others whenever she pleases but I would never do that! I have honor. It’s the only thing that separates me from monsters! It’s the morality of our choices that make a difference. Our actions speak for themselves of one’s character. To protect and serve the metro’s inhabitants. Even if that means you. Disgusting Nazi.” I wanted to spit at her for being a monster. She may look cute and cuddly but she wore the symbol of pure evil. I hated its look. I despised them but I would not kill unless fired upon.

As head strong as I was about this issue it was pretty hypocritical since I’m the one who attacked the Nazis first… so much for honor. Integrity… if I wanted to be petty I may say that they did steal my weapons. Unknowingly but still my property. And asking would not have worked.

“Oh?” Bombshell sat up leaning closer now curious. “Really? Honor hmm? And how am I disgusting?” She giggled wanting to hear what I thought of her.

“I can’t stand death camps. You creatures are ruthless and disgusting. To talk about genetic purity! And measure craniums and what not. Like if that makes a difference! Nothing is perfect and nothing could ever be perfect. It’s just not possible!”

“Nay-nay Hunter.” Bombshell waved a hoof acting coy. “You got it all wrong. It’s not about that. Sure we may have death camps…” She smirked. “But you’re missing the point.”

“Which is?”

“If we ponies have children with other ponies who have been exposed to large doses of radiation. Then our children will have strong defects and deformities. Slowly diluting our race until we are nothing more but weak, sickly creatures on the brink of death. Children would never have the chance of being born whole and healthy with a long prosperous life ahead of them. They’d have an extra leg, eyes, ears and look like the monsters around them.”

I didn’t want to agree with her remembering the times I had gone through tunnels of beggars who were horribly mutated. Having extra toes on their feet and extra fingers too. It was a sorry sight to behold seeing children who were not so lucky to be born like a normal human being.

“Now look at me. Healthy as can be.” Bombshell proclaimed. “Ready to produce healthy foals for the fatherland.” She sounded proud. “So yes it’s true we execute mutants. So what? They are a disease that must be purged or else it will be too late to stop their diseased genetics from spreading.” She rolled her eyes. “It makes perfect sense if you think about it.”

“I think I do understand what you’re saying but… they’re innocent. Why not give them a chance to let them live how they want too? Let them go out on their own terms?”

“Because diversity is what causes wars! It’s the whole reason we are in this mess!” Bombshell dropped a literal bombshell. “Those ponies of Equestria! Always meddling with Zebras and bringing us into this mess!” She stomped a hoof on the cushioned bed. “If it weren’t for those no good princesses I wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Princesses?” I was puzzled.

She waved, “Not important.” She cooled off resting her chin on the bed still looking at me.

Then another struck me as odd. I had asked her before and had brushed off my question but now seemed like a good time to get a more convincing answer this time. “So whatever happened to your adorable little accent?” I flirted trying to get her to open up about that.

To which seemed to anger her. Glaring at me. “That accent is all class.” She stated. “Its how an ‘aryan’ should sound when talking.”

“Really, I thought you just had trouble speaking normal english.”

“English? Don’t you mean Equish?” She inquired.

I laughed. “Equish?! Is that what you call it?!”

“It is!” She continued to glare at me.

“Sounds like someone stuck broken glass in your mouth and you are having trouble speaking normally. Half the time I don’t understand what you ponies are saying.”

“Well, I’m an important pony which I have to talk as my social standing needs me too. The upper class among you peasants!”

“Oh I’m sorry your majesty.” I bowed mockingly.

The mare’s horn lit up as she tossed a book to my head. “Cool it.” She commanded with ire.

“Buzzkill.” I tossed the book back at her.

“Don’t throw that at me!” She used her magic and launched it back at me.

“Fire only when fired upon!” I caught it and threw it back.

“When I tell you to get hit, you get it!”

“I reject tyranny!”

“Shut up and take it!” She cried back as we continued to throw the book back at each other.

“No you take it!” I shot back.

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me?! Fuck you!”

“Take it or I’m gonna come over there!”

I continued to taunt her as we continued to play catch with the book, “Come over here I dare you!”

Outside the door Blaze held his ear to the door smiling from ear to ear at the sounds he was hearing. “They’re getting wild in there.”

“Who is?!” Bonesaw exclaimed.

“That Hunter guy and Bombshell.” Blaze nodded with a haunting look. “Guess he’s a unicorn kind of guy. He and Bombshell seemed to be getting it on in there.”

“WHAT?!” Bonesaw shoved the griffon away with her earth pony strength as she desperately tried the handle trying to break it down. “HUNTERRR!”

Ch 11: You Don't Nazi That Everyday

“Well? Have anything to say for yourself? Should we start by explaining how it’s not alright to lock Hunter in a room with you?! He doesn’t like to be alone with mares! He gets scared!”

“Get out of my face, or am I going to have to smack a bitch.” Bombshell sneered at the earth pony.

“Women.”

“Huh?” Blaze looked over at me in confusion.

“Mares/Women, same thing.” I reminded him with a nonchalant shrug.

“Oh yeah.” Blaze nodded along scratching his beak with a talon idly.

“Girls, girls, there is no reason to fight. We are all on the same side.” I said trying to stop the pointless squabble where Bonesaw thought she owned me somehow which she didn’t and it was very annoying. I would brush off her advancements because they made me uncomfortable. I tried to see her as a fluffy friendly companion like my good old dog, and not some sort of warm cushion where I could stick my dick inside for comfort. Even if my brain wanted me to do her like some sort of fleshlight. I would stand my ground and say no to fucking little horse creatures. It took a real man to have restraint when under temptation.

I had honor and a duty to uphold! The protection of all inhabitants of the metro. A loophole it would seem when these pony creatures as well as griffon were sentient. Making me wonder if I should be protecting them as well and not be fighting them as well as starting trouble like how I had at that Nazi checkpoint. Then again I was fighting for my weapons that were stolen. It would be scummy for me to try and justify my actions. By saying I was doing it for the ponies who were abducted from their station and held prisoner. I didn’t even think twice about them. Even as we narrowly escaped there was nothing I could do.

Leaving them all to suffer the fate of the communists. To be used as fodder to their numbers. A horrific tale for them. It would only make me guilty thinking of their fates. And perhaps my mind may exaggerate their trials so I decided against it.

“Are we on the same side? Because clearly she wants me dead!” Bonesaw threw an accusing hoof Bombshell’s way to which the Nazi Officer nodded in comfirmation.

“She’s not wrong. I wanted her dead for sleeping with Hunter.” Bombshell let it slip. “That's not the proper way of conducting things.” She sounded disgusted. “Even as Nazis we have standards tsk.”

Blaze’s head shot towards me faster than I would have liked. Both of our gazes met, “She raped me.” I told him flat out not wanting him to jump out at me like some lurker jumping out of one of its burrows.

“She raped you?” Blaze said blankly.

‘Uh oh that can’t be good’ I thought as I readied myself going stiff as a board getting ready to react if he jumped.

“I wouldn’t use the ‘R’ word.” Bonesaw said with a nervous shrug. “More like teased…”

Bombshell wasn’t having her bullshit. “She was dripping some of Hunter’s fluids out from between her legs, she even had small puddles. I saw it drip little milky drops like out of some busted pipe.”

‘Come on you didn’t have to describe it like that’ I cringed at her description. It almost sounded childish for her to describe it so oddly.

“Can we not talk about it?” I was both disgusted and ashamed to be bested by a pony. As a man some of my pride was killed that fateful day. Fucking an animal… I fear I may never live it down.

“How was it?” Blaze asked skeptically, crossing his talons across his chest not looking impressed all of a sudden.

“Huh?” Both me and Bonesaw said at the same time both looking utterly surprised by his demeanor.

“You heard me, how was it?” He inquired.

“Well-” Bonesaw began before I cut her off.

“Whatever happened between me and her is no one else’s concern. Just know it was against my will.”

“Yeah, it’s just between the two of us.” Bonesaw then changed her tune looking rather smug. “Though he does have a weird looking penis.”

The train cart went quiet as both Blaze and Bombshell looked towards me with curiosity.

Instinctively I held my hands over my crotch. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Just curious… no homo.” Blaze quickly added.

“Weird? How weird?” Bombshell asked Bonesaw with a raised brow.

“Oh! Wouldn’t you like to know?! Say shouldn’t you already know?! Weren’t you and Hunter doing it in your room?!”

“Doing what?” Bombshell looked confused. “Me and Hunter were simply throwing a book at each other.” She explained rationally.

“Sure you were.” Bonesaw bumped her muzzle against the unicorns. Holding a suspicious glare as she did so. “Tell me whatever you want. Just know I heard the noises you guys made.”

“We didn’t do anything there.” I chimed in.

“If you didn’t… then what’s this?!” Bonesaw lunged towards me grabbing my hand.

“My hand?” I was puzzled.

Then she moved her face close to it. Before her nostrils flared as she sniffed my hand getting a good whiff of it. “Smells like Bombshell!” She pointed an accusatory hoof my way in a ‘gotcha’ stance. She looked genuinely upset.

Blaze seemed strangely calm. He had been upset that I’d been with his ‘girl’ even though they weren’t technically still together so I guess it was alright but it did make things awkward. Hopefully knowing it was against my will, will help him understand I didn’t do it on purpose.

“Well, yes.” I began, “I gave her those special little ear scratches.” As soon as I said that, Bombshell’s cheeks reddened.

“WHAT?!” Bonesaw looked upset. “YOU GIVE HER THAT AND NOT ME?! I SAVED YOU I DESERVE ALL THE HEAD AND EAR SCRATCHES! THAT BIT-”

Resting my hand on her head I scratched behind her ear as her anger seemed to evaporate into smoke as she leaned in close to my hand. Saying in a small voice, “I’m still mad at you.”

“That’s fine because I don’t need your approval.” I reminded her. “Well your debt has been paid. I saved your life and you did the same for me. You are now a free mare.”

For the first time with headscratchers Bonesaw looked up at me with a disheartened look. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re free to go wherever you like in the metro.” I told her as for I. I did not know what being free was here. I had nowhere to go. No place to call home. No real meaning to my life. Back in the metro of humans my meaning was to protect the inhabitants. Of course I could do that here but it just wouldn’t be the same or would it?

“I will not keep you prisoner. In all honesty you were never indebted to me. It’s only been what? One day? Two? And you’re already my little friend.”

“It’s been one day. One hell of a day.” Bonesaw nodded with tears in her eyes. “But I want to stay with you.” She hugged my leg not wanting to let go. Not wanting her unlimited supplier of headscratchers to go.

Carefully I eyed the griffon wondering if he had anything to say about this.

He glared at me but looked the other way once he saw me looking his way. “It’s fine.” he muttered even though I knew it really wasn’t. Looking to the Nazi I then asked, “Can you tell me about the Metro?”

“There is a lot. Where to start?” Bombshell asked, walking over to one of the cushioned booths taking a seat.

“Let’s narrow it down then…”

“That would be very appreciative.” Bombshell nodded.

“Ever heard of the Rangers? The Spartan Rangers?” I asked out of curiosity wondering if they were the same order I was a part of. And if I could make contact with more of them I would find out if this was a different palace or all these delusions were all in my head. I wanted to put this question to rest. I had only met one Spartan here in pony land. “Sparta” was her name. I did not know if she was dead or alive as the last I had seen her was back at Big Stuff’s station. I wondered if that kid was alive or not. Surely those commies would put a young boy to use as a soldier… Sparing him from a swift execution surely.

“Hmm…” Bombshell mused as Bonesaw noticed I stopped scratching as she pouted going to sit across from Bombshell. Both me and Blaze standing side by side, both on edge. “Well they are no communist and no bandit faction.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. Preparing myself for her explanation.

“They don’t know how to stay out of my way.” She finally said, shaking her head. “Those pesky Spartans always kill us for no good reason.”

“I’m sure there’s a reason.” I couldn’t help but say.

“Enlighten me.” She replied.

“You guys are Nazis.” I explained, “plain and simple.”

“How is being a Nazi a bad thing? We put the weak and dying out of their misery. If anything we are doing them a great service. Who would like to live knowing they will all have a disastrous bloodline? Or being scrutinized and seen as a freak?!” Suddenly she got really passionate and heated about where this conversation was going. “Never loved or desired by loved ones closest to them. Death would be a kindness in all the trials and tribulations that come with being genetically malformed! Trust me when I say you wouldn’t want to be alive!”

After her outburst the train cart went silent when the door opened with a normal soldier wearing a stone gray uniform walking in with an awkward look wondering if he should get going or not.

“Vat?” bombshell returned to her germane accent turning back over her shoulder to glare at the one who had the gall to visit her private cart.

“Vere almost back at zee home shtation ma’am!” He threw a Nazi salute before standing at attention awaiting further orders.

She seemed to be thinking things over before getting up from her seat. “Goot.” She nodded. “I expect you vill be on you’re vay?” She asked me.

“We’ll see about that.” I said picking up my equipment and setting it at the table waiting for the train to stop so we could depart. This may even be the last time we even see each other.

*****

We waited until the train screeched to a halt. All four of us were together for the moment and probably the final time.

“Are you all ready?” I asked, taking a deep breath about to take a step deep in enemy territory. I had already done so but here was the official home of the purist genetic freaks.

“I’ve been here before I can lead the way.” Bonesaw answered confidently. “We can find you a blacksmith to maybe buff out your gun!”

I raised my gun up that was bent in a “V” shape. “Ah yes, buff it out.” I answered sarcastically.

“Don’t be like that!” Bonesaw rolled her eyes. “Trust me unicorns are magic workers. Literally. And while we’re here we can get more medical supplies since I used my things on the wounded. You’re welcome by the way.” She told Bombshell smugly.

Bombshell glared at the mare in response, “Goodbye.” And with that she departed walking off onto the platform. On other sections of the train soldiers departed as they went up working escalators.

As I walked out followed by my two companions we got a fair bit of looks from guards stationed nearby, eying me with suspicion. Yet after seeing as there was no overreaction to my appearance from the soldiers leaving the train they left me alone.

I let my bent weapon hang from its sling as we made our way past the guards stepping onto the escalator.

We rode it all the way up being met with more guards who sized me up. “I’m with medical.” I lied, tossing a thumb behind me to point out Bonesaw in her nurse uniform. As it was a telling sign that she knew some things about medicine and what not.

“Identifikation.” The guard asked me, not giving two shits about my response.

“What?” I asked him.

“Papers!” The guard raised his voice, not looking pleased by my response.

“Sorry he’s new. He’s with us.” Bonesaw poked her head out from behind me waving shyly at the guards as she handed them her ‘papers’. Blaze didn’t bother as he walked past the guards waiting for us to get past them.

“Hey, why doesn’t he have to show you his papers?” I asked the guards pointing out how Blaze just walked past them.

“He’s a mercenary, he’s on kontract. Zee Führer has hiret a goot number of mercenaries to fill our ranks since vee are safink our peoples blood.” The guard explained. Even though I knew that was not true as his contract holder was dead. Head crushed to a bloody pulp from his own talon as far as I remember.

“Bullshit.” I was starting to get upset reminding me why I hated Nazis and Comminues equally the same. As they were the same shit with a new coat of paint. These ponies were no different as they were like a fresh coat of paint for replacing humans.

“Exkuse me?” The guard was starting to get hostile hearing the tone in my voice.

When suddenly an idea came to mind. It was a long shot and really came suddenly as if a switch flipped in my head.

“How much do you value your horn?” I suddenly asked.

“Vat?! Don’t play games viz me boy!” The pony lifted his rifle in his magic pointing it towards me. “No papers! No entry!”

I raised my hands up in the air. “Easy. Then I’ll just leave.” I took a step back.

Bonesaw looked between the guard and me uncomfortably. “Come on, I’m sure we can come to an understanding.” Her ears flopped to the sides of her head displaying how she felt about this situation, “He’s with us. Bombshell overlooked his usefulness first hand at the west outpost. Commies were coming down hard on us.” She tried to defend me.

“Just doink my job.” He answered firmly, keeping his eyes on me. The other guards just watched as this was the most entertaining thing they had seen all day.

“Sorry for the inconvenience then.” I bowed my head respectfully. “May I interest you in something?”

“Vich is?”

“It’s in my bag.” I tapped the strap on my shoulder. “Please allow me.” Carefully I got down on one knee bringing my rucksack down in front of me. Turning it around so he could open it. “Please, help yourself.” I kept my gaze lowered watching as the shadow disappeared as the magical aura was gone telling me he turned off his horn.

He undid the latches and pushed open the roof of the bag getting a good peek inside and when he did his voice was caught in his throat as he hiccuped in fear. What he saw shocked him, causing his horn to sputter with magic and fizzle out.

“Let me say again, how much do you value your horn? Hmm?” I mused as he just shrank back in fear.

Carefully I closed up my bag, securing it before placing it back over my shoulders. As if on cue, I stood back up at my full height. Resulting in me towering over the pony. “I bid you a good day.” I said walking past him the other guards didn’t question me as they looked freaked out seeing their comrade in such disarray. Sweating profusely as he collapsed against the wall starting to pant with crazed eyes. His face encased with a haunted look about it.

“What did you do?” Blaze asked.

“What was that?” Bonesaw asked.

“Just showed him some trophies.” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Trophies?” She did not look convinced with my wording.

“Tell you later.”

In front of us we were met with a mass of ponies wandering about. The place was bustling with life. “What is this place?”

“Our main hub within the Home Station. The Father Land as we call it.” Bonesaw answered smugly, presenting her head to me which I kindly patted.

“You weren’t supposed to do that.” She growled.

“Later.” I replied.

Blaze gave us an awkward look as it looked like his ex was flirting with me. Which she probably was but I just saw it as a consensual head pat and sometimes ear scratches.

She pouted as I looked around in wonder watching ponies go from vendor to vendor buying groceries. Looking at the fresh greens made me wonder how magical these unicorns were to have such unforeseen foods.

“Where do those come from?” I pointed at the plants that ponies were selling.

“Huh? Plants? We grow them. Duh.” The nurse rolled her eyes.

“How?”

“Underground, how else?” She answered, sounding awfully condescending.

“Nevermind,” I didn’t care, magic talking horses, ‘right’. “Well Blaze, you going to come with us?” I asked the griffon.

“Sure, just gonna snoop around a bit… gotta get me a new gun.”

“While you’re at it can you see if you can get this one repaired or… modified?” I asked, tossing him my weapon.

He caught it with his talon huffing as if he wanted to laugh when he saw the sorry state of my assault rifle, bent to high hell. “Sure, I’ll see if they can do anything for this thing. You’re better off getting a new rifle.”

“Please.” I had to force myself to say.

“Okay, but I don’t see how they’ll be able to repair this boomerang of a rifle.” He let out a laugh joking about my “V” shaped rifle.

I was embarrassed to have my weapon in disrepair. For so many years I had kept that weapon in working order. To see it as broken as it was was disheartening. Like a parent seeing their child as nothing more but a mangled corpse. I couldn’t bear to look at it. My poor rifle had sacrificed itself for me. It shall be remembered…

I saluted the griffon. “Do what must be done. I will cover the cost of your new weapon if you do this for me, comrade.”

“Alright then sweet!” Blaze flew off with the rifle not needing to hear anymore.

“Well if he’s doing that… what are we doing?” Bonesaw asked me curiously.

“You’re getting the medical supplies,” I explained, which I would have thought would have been obvious since she suggested it earlier.

“Oh right!” She nodded, raising a leg ready to race off when she stopped. “And what are you going to do?”

“Buy some more supplies and equipment, and hopefully.” I showed her my bare back where the griffons and shredded my jacket. “Repairs.”

Bonesaw nodded, “So where do we meet up?”

Looking around for a suitable marker that you couldn’t miss even if you wanted to. I pointed towards a flower stand. “Over there near the flowers. Just stand over there when you’re done. I’ll meet you there.”

“Alright, later Hunter.” the blond nurse trotted off to complete her errands.

I watched her go feeling alone in a place filled with ponies. Sticking out with how looming my figure was compared to their low down stature. Foals ran around watching me with widened eyes, following me around out of curiosity. Ponies stepped out of my why with fear in their eyes having never seen a human before.

I kept to myself, being careful not to accidentally step on anyone’s tail. These ponies were so small they were practically tripping hazards. Someone should have put a yellow sign that said watch out for tripping tails.

Looking around the stalls for anything of use as I traveled through the grand marketplace that was far larger than the first pony station I had entered. I searched around until my eyes set upon a familiar merchant… Bit Collector. She was talking to a customer selling cans of rice and beans. Just finishing up a deal as I walked up right beside her stall waiting for her to finish business and when she did… let’s just say she almost crapped herself.

“Ohhh heyyy? Isn’t it my favorite customer? Hunn-Honey?”

“It’s Hunter.” I said in a dark tone. “How do you forget a friendly face?” I gave her the most intimidating stare I could muster glaring death at the mare I assumed to have scammed me before. “Your favorite customer.”

She gulped, “Look-”

“-Why are you scared? I just came to see what you’re selling… the things I sold to you.” I said checking out her stand of canned goods. “How’d you end up here? In the nick of time too. The night the Nazis attacked you were gone… why was that?” I suddenly found it strange that she was untouched by the chaos.

“Listen,” She lowered her voice bowing her head like an animal that knows they did something wrong. “Lets not stir up a scene. It’s bad for business, you see.”

“I just got to ask. Why’d you scam me?” Honestly I did not know if she did or not. It was just the vibe I got from her. Throwing this accusation out was like rolling dice. But seeing how intimidated by me she must have been hiding something.

“No.” She shook her head denying my claim. “I would never do such a thing. I am a fair trader Hunter.”

“So if you didn’t scam me. Then who did you scam?”

Several ponies nearby looked our way causing the mare to nervously shuffle her shoulders, “Shh, are you trying to ruin my business?!” She said in a harsh hushed tone.

“Tell me, I’m waiting.” I tapped a finger on her stall as she flinched from my aggressive tapping.

“No, I just left early since I was done doing business there. “After you were done exchanging for me I sold off the goods too ponies then and there. I sold them for higher than I bought them, sure but I had to make up the difference. I’m a vendor. I have to make a living somehow.” She explained in a whisper

It sounded like she was telling the truth so I eased off not wanting to ruin my relationship further than I already had. This is how you get ponies that will refuse to ever do business with you ever again.

“Sorry for accusing you. Here for the trouble.” I reached into my pocket and placed a clip of five bullets down on her stand. I gave her a firm nod. “Till we meet again, miss Bit Collector.”

“Yeah, thanks.” The mare took the clip of bullets gratefully eying the ammo as if it were made of gold.

Shaking my head I moved on seeing how fruitful the station was with families walking around happily with their kids as they went from stall to stall picking out things. Without a care in the world, it reminded me of how the world used to be like. How me and my family and many others would shop without the threat of death looming over our shoulder.

The sweet bliss of ignorance. Time taken for granted. Because only looking back, could you really know ‘that's what happiness felt like’. Talking about mundane things not realizing that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You only live once. To enjoy your life and remember the ones that stand beside you are the ones that truly care about you.

My family isn’t here with me anymore. Even among these ponies I’m alone. The only human in existence.

Reaching a hand over my face I eyed my hand. Flexing and retracting my hand wondering if I closed my eyes long enough and opened I’d wake up back in the metro alone. Away from the ponies and back in the dangerous tunnels of Russia.

I felt something tugging on my leg.

“H-Hunter.” Opening my eyes again I looked down to see Bit Collector. The little yellow pony. I was still in the never-ending nightmare.

“Yes?”

“They’re here for you.” Bit pointed and I followed with my gaze to see two heavily armored stallions that seemed larger than normal decked out in blackened armor. The suits’ servos whirred noisily as they moved, giving off the impression that what they were wearing were to be some sort of powered suit.

“What do you want?”

*****

I was levitated off my feet by magic being manhandled by the unicorns in armor paraded around the station until I was taken to a highly guarded area. Waving at the guards as I floated by. The guards remained professional not even bothering to look my way. ‘They must mean business to be this disciplined’.

They carried me through stairs that led down taking me deeper into the place until finally coming to a neatly chiseled hall that had more power suited soldiers who remained stoic standing still as statues. Paying me no heed as they had me under their control.

I didn’t even bother fight it, letting this play out.

Wondering what the cause of this was. Discrimation? My trophies? That bastard must have been a snitch!

They brought me to a clean, polished looking door opening the door as they set me to another clean office. It was similar to Bombshell’s office, only not destroyed and with more luxury items. For starters there was a nice plush red carpet completely covering the room’s floor. The office had a large polished wood desk with large thick shelves of books and trinkets and medals with one book in particular on a pedestal that read ‘Mein Kampf’.

‘Oh dear’ I thought as I looked up at the large painting behind the desk chair that was facing away from me that overlooked the room. There was a large portrait of a pony with the signature mustache. The resemblance was undeniable. The portrait was of a pony Hitler. I snorted trying to contain my laughter when suddenly I was plopped down on a seat.

“Vell-vell-vell vat do vee hafe here?” A germane sounding voice said from behind the turned around chair.

The door closed behind me. I had to look over my shoulder to make sure the doors were really closed and when I did I found Bombshell standing near the door remaining stoic. It wasn’t her that was doing the talking. Turning my attention back to the chair.

The chair began to turn as another pony wearing a similar black SS uniform that Bombshell wore. The mare had her hooves collapsed together as she wore a smug expression, only for it to falter as she turned to ofar in her seat spinning all the way around in a complete circle. “Bombschell! Help Mein chair has bestet me!” She cried out for help.

With a sigh coming from behind me the chair glowed with a gentle blue aura as the chair turned to face me with precision. “Ah goot.” The mare quickly recomposed herself leaning back in her chair. She was just like Bombshell, an elite. With the white coat, blond, blue eyes the whole list of Nazi. Only she was missing the key defining detail, ‘the horn’. “So zee monster has come to fisit me, hmm?” The new mare tilted her head to the side.

“Not really, I was forced to come here by magic.” I say as I was literally dropped into this seat with magic.

“Ohhh.” The mare’s eyes lit up eagerly. “Vell, I am zee Führer! Aryanne at your surfice. Or are you at mein?” The mare let out a cute laugh that had me smiling. Though it was more of an awkward smile as I really did not want to be here. This was their leader… that's tough. “You knov voo I am. Voo are you?” She asked playfully as she swiped her Nazi hat off her head playing with it as if she were bored acting like a complete and utter child.

“Hunter? Kool name! You voult make a fine pet for mein daughter.” Aryanne said cheerfully. “So Kool! Fight back Komminuist!” She playfully shadow boxed with air, “Like true hero!” She beamed excitedly back towards me.

“Your daughter?”

“Ja!” The Nazi mare excitedly said literally throwing herself at me leaping across the desk whipping out a picture frame of three ponies. Bombshell had to hold me in place as I flinched instinctively as my reflexes moved to grab her as I was used to creatures jumping out at me.

“Das ist meine wife-” She pointed to a blond pegasus mare only she had bright green eyes. “-Ant zat is mein beautiful filly.” She happily proclaimed showing me the tiny pegasus that was blond and white just like the two mares only her eye color was a blend between the blue and green of both parents. Then again that's if too say they are both the biological parents and were not just bred. Then again… this Führer could be a stallion for all I know…

I didn’t know much about how pony society worked but what I did know was that I was in for a long ride. The Nightmare just never stops.

Ch 12: Friend or Foe

I disliked thinking of these ‘barbaric’ ideologies. As they all lead to evil deeds being commited. People always want to be a part of something greater than themselves. Joining a respective cause. Only for that ‘cause’ to mold them into their worst enemy. Destroying who they once were. Even so I could see myself as the monster. Taking people’s and creatures’ lives alike.

Nazis remove anyone they see unfit to live in the future of their idea of a perfect world. But if they widdle down the last of our kind we won’t have enough of a presence on the world to fight back. We are stuck fighting against one another when we should be uniting to make us stronger. We are the same people after all. Pure genetics? We’re humans. We can find a way around the mutations. Humans always find a way. Even in these darkened times I still retain hope.

Commies want everything ‘fair’ but it never turns out that way as the ones in charge are treated better than the rest going against their regimes whole purpose. Communism just never works. We’ve tried it before and others have done the same. ‘We just never had true communism’ they’d say. It was just Stalinism. Yet what they don’t get is that whoever is in charge is not playing by the same rules as the plebs like everyone else. The leaders have all the cards and we are only given one if any.

I just wished us humans did not have to fear one another when traveling the metro. It would have been nice to know when you’d see another person to know that they were a friend and not having to be on edge wondering if they are going to stab you in the back or not.

I wished the causes of factions could be a whole lot nobler than they were. To protect the people of the metro tunnels. To remain united even after the bombs. To stay civilized and strive towards a brighter future. Rebuild and take back what we have lost. Before we lose ourselves.

*****

“Luftkrieg say hi to nev pet!” The Führer proclaimed proudly near the open door as she stepped aside looking up at me expectantly wanting me to walk in. To which I did so with a nudge from Bombshell.

Taking in a deep breath I carefully maneuvered my way into the new room making sure not to bump my head on the way in.

The room I entered was one of the nicest places I’d seen in a long while. My mind was flooded with memories. This place was furnished to high hell. The walls were a warm yellow color which greatly contrasted with the metro tunnels' gloomy dark gray. Furniture was bold and full of color, looking homey.

I just wanted to walk over and lay down to feel how comfortable it was. Yet I stood near the door holding my heads together nervously awaiting my fate of which I wanted to avoid if possible. But the delusional mare didn’t want to make that happen.

A door from another part of the home opened for a mare to emerge with a filly following close behind her.

It was the green eyed pegasus I’d seen in the picture the Nazi leader had shown me. A white blond mare with a large red bow in her mane. She was sizing me up as she cautiously. Giving her wife a side glance.

“What is this…?” The Führers wife asked cautiously not trusting me, which was fine by me since I don’t trust myself either.

“Looks kind of strange.” The filly said hiding behind her mother’s leg. I observed the tiny pony seeing that she was wearing what I’d image to be a ‘Hitler Youths’ uniform only I didn’t know if that is what it was called here. Same colors as her mothers only; she had her tiny mane in a ponytail with a red scrunchy.

“Its zee nev pet!” Aryanne proudly started jumping circles around me excitedly trying to get her daughter excited as well and it worked.

“Yay!” The filly jumped behind her mother following her as both ponies paraded around me jumping with excitement.

“Luftkrieg don’t encourage her.” The pegasus groaned covering her face with a hoof as her family jumped around me.

“Ant vys zat? Join us Kyrie baby!” Aryanne laughed, sticking a tongue out at her wife playfully.

Rolling her eyes the pegasus mare cracked a smile as she hopped behind her daughter. Together the family jumped circles around me like some sort of circus act. The room was filled with childish glee as the little filly lit up the room with bubbly laughter.

It was as if the childish innocence was filling the soul with hope as my eyes glazed over as I thought back to when I was once an older brother to two little sisters. I remember how horrible I’d treated them when they were small. Keeping them out of my room so I could play my games. Even as they came wanting to see what I was up too and spend time with me I’d force them out and sometimes they would resist as I tried closing the door on them. Hitting their tiny fingers with the door as I tried to close it.

The cries are what haunted me most. The pain and betrayal would forever live with me. Because family was forever and by blood this only made us stronger. Never again would I treat others wrong. I tried to be a better person than I was. Truly I didn’t know what I had at the time. My little sister just wanted to see me play my games and maybe even learn too.

But I could only ever think of myself. All I could do was ‘do better’ for them. To write the wrongs of my past mistakes. If they are watching me now… I hope they understand how sorry I truly am. To know that I was going to appreciate life and make sure others get too as well.

“Are you okay?” The tiny filly asked looking up at me with confusion.

“No-no, just got some dirt in my eye.” I chuckled while wiping my eyes clean. “That metro air you know.” I played it off.

“So nev pet!” Aryanne cheered. “You like?” She asked lowering her head so it could be level with her daughters. Getting up real close to her as she eagerly awaited the fillies' approval.

“I don’t know. What does it do?” The small filly tilted her head with confusion.

Aryanne reared her head back thinking it over “Vell vat does it do?” She looked over at me begging for help not wanting to let her daughter down.

“I’m one of a kind.” I stated.

“It is?” The Führers wife asked with a raised brow.

“Ja of kourse! Only zee best for my girls!” The Nazi leader proclaimed puffing her chest out with pride.

“And I’m really good at shooting bad ponies.” I added. “Of which are not here. So maybe I should be off doing just that?” I suggested to the Führer not wanting to over stay my welcome I really did not want to become a slave to these Nazis.

“He’s right. I don’t know if we’ll have enough room for him in the house.” Kyrie said appearing uncomfortable with me being around her daughter.

“Vas hopink for a few tricks?” Aryanne laughed uncomfortably. “You kan do tricks, nov kan you boy?”

“Well, I can do this.” I reacted down to the Führer, instantly my hand froze as a faint aura of magic appeared around my hand stopping me. Looking back over my shoulder I saw Bombshell with her horn alight. “May I?”

“Vat are you doink?” The blond unicorn asked suspiciously, utilizing her accent once more. Something she did often to keep up appearances with her people. Yet in private she spoke like a normal pony. Which made me wonder why Aryanne’s family didn’t talk with the accent as well.

“Head scratch?” I asked for approval to which she shook her head.

“You may not.” She stated firmly.

“Well then…” I retracted my hand.

“Head scratches” Aryanne wondered curiously stepping up close to me. “Me first.”

“Mein Führer you really mustn’t.” Bombshell tried to say only to be silenced by the Führer.

“Quiet, zee pet has suggested a trick!” She eagerly presented her head to me. “Do zee heat scratch! It sounds appealink.” She hummed hopefully.

To which I was forced to oblige, scratching behind her ears as the room was filled with bliss as the mare melted into my hand. Enough for her to press her body against me as I continued to scratch. She made the most euphoric face I had ever seen. Moaning in paradise as she desperately called out to her wife: “You hafe to try zis Kyrie.”

Kyrie, her wife looked between Aryanne and me and then covered her daughters eyes.

“Hey I want to see the trick!” The filly whined adorably.

“Not until you’re older.” Her mother said, shaking her head firmly.

“Come on it's not that big of a deal.” I rolled my eyes. “It's basically like tickling.” I rolled my shoulders.

“I want tickles!” The filly whined some more.

“It’s pretty goot~” Aryanne sang out smiling at her wife. “Join me please.” She purred, fluttering her eyes at her wife to which the mare appeared to relent.

“Fine…” The pegasus stood up to me glaring at me in warning as she cautiously present her head to to me.

Reaching my other hand to her head she flinched instinctively as all would do if something foreign got near my head. “It’s fine. I won’t bite.” I teased.

“Just do it.” She urged me, wanting to get it over with.

“If you say so.” I set my hand in her soft mane, finding it silky smooth. No wonder the Führer claimed this mare. She was well taken care of. Another thing that made me question was I had thought unicorns were in charge. But the leader of the Nazis herself was of a normal pony and her wife and child were of pegasus. Something I would have to ask one of my allies about. But in the meantime I would have to scratch the ears.

The mare looked uncomfortable as I scratched. Liking it and hating it all at the same time. She was far less accepting of it than her wife.

“Me next, me next!” The filly excitedly shouted as she hopped up and down her wings buzzing beside her, matching her mood…

Ch 13: Back From The Grave

My second day in this pony world kept getting weirder and weirder. First I was an alien, yet ponies find it so easy to talk to me and me to them. It was odd at how normal our interactions were.

Making more comrades along the way. Keep in mind I did not really know them. We were not friends by any means. Just simply comrades or acquaintances whichever you prefer. It was obvious I did not belong here getting stared at by the tiny horse populace as well as being a lab experiment, a gun for hire and now a pet.

It was all so strange to hear.

“Can I speak to Bombshell for a moment?” I asked the Nazi leader to which she nodded.

“You may.” She bubbled happily nuzzling her daughter.

“Great,” I stood back up, moving over to Bombshell. “Let’s talk somewhere private, maybe outside?”

The unicorn led me outside telling the nearby guards to leave, which they did. Raising a brow. “What is it?” She asked in her normal voice.

“Pet? I’m a pet? I'm not an animal. You are.” I said pointing an accusing finger at her nose poking it.

The unicorn went cross eyed for a moment. “Well what am I too do? If the Führer wants you as a pet you are a pet. If the Führer wants you as a soldier you’re a soldier. If the Führer wasnts you as a-”

“Alright I get it.” Shaking my head. “Can I just be allowed to leave?”

“And go where? You’ve already seen our home. You could be a spy. You already don’t think so highly of our regime. You could be giving up our location and mapped out our tunnels,” She accused.

The blond unicorn was right. I had no place to go. Perhaps I could travel back up the mountain and return to where I came. Bring some equipment to dig. A possibility I would find my people somewhere deep inside.

“See, there is no place for you. So why not stay? Being the Führer’s pet is like being part of royalty Like a dog being a part of the family.”

“Just doesn’t feel right. I have to be out there. Helping people.”

“People?” She looked confused.

“Ponies! All creatures! The ones that don’t kill you for merely existing!” I clarified so she’d understand what I was saying.

“Why? Not all people deserve saving.” The blond unicorn looked harsh and cold with the expression she wore.

“Evil people, no. But just because there are a lot of bad ones out there doesn’t mean it's okay to punish the minority of good.”

“You will only get more ponies killed along the way.”

“Isn’t the good of mankind/ponykind worth fighting for?”

“What good? There is no good. They are simply stranglers using up the resources we need to survive. Just like those communits pigs. The less ponies that live in the metro the more resources we will have.”

“What good are all those resources when you don’t have the manpower to defend yourselves from the mutant creatures above? What will you do when they overpopulate and overwhelm you with sheer force and numbers?”

She understood my meaning as she answered with, “We have magic.” as if it was the go to answer.

I dropped my rucksack right in front of her. “Open it.” I said in a commanding voice crossing my arms across my chest.

“Why?” She gave me a confused look.

“Just open it.” I wanted to prove a point.

The mare cautiously opened the to flap peeking inside to see the horns I had collected from the Nazis I had killed at the first pony station I had first visited..

Her eyes widened as saucers as she was at a total loss for words. “These… these.”

“Horns. Unicorn horns to be exact. Nazi horns. Still think magic can save your people? Because the magic wasn’t enough to save them from me.”

The mare suddenly backed up from me in shock. “You monster.” She looked terrified of me. It was the same look the checkpoint guard wore when he witnessed the horns. It was the equivalent to seeing body parts. Mutilated and stored in my bag in a neat collection of assorted horns in all types of shapes and colors.

“I’m not a pet. I’m a Spartan. No affiliation with the pony group. A stalker on the surface and a ranger in the metro. I do what I have to, to defend myself and others. Those Nazis I killed are sick for taking ponies against their will. They could have left the ponies alone but they didn’t so I had to take things into my own two hands.”

“How many?” Bombshell asked walking backwards until she bumped into a wall.

“I’ve lost count.” I shrugged, preparing myself for an attack from the unicorn. She seemed to sense the tension in the air as she smiled awkwardly standing up on her two hindlegs pressing her back against the wall, creating as much distance as she could from me. Sensing a predator and herself the prey.

“We’re friends right?” She asked nervously. The once strong and commanding mare was gone and left in its place was a frightened girl. Seeing my hand work was enough to make her second guess her approach, wondering what else I was hiding from her. If I could have taken down so many unicorns she wondered how she would be able to evade the same fate as the others before her.

“What will ponies with ‘magic’ do? I did all that without it. I simply used a knife. Sliced their throats and sawed off their horns to be used as trophies. Though I did wonder if I could somehow use them for magic myself but that seems worthless now. Nothing but the pride of fallen unicorns now.” I finished kneeling down as I picked up the rucksack, throwing it over my shoulders. “Not friends. Just allies. Which makes me wonder why you wanted me to get rid of that stallion Jäger, why couldn’t you have done it yourself?” I asked the real questions not wanting to pussy foot around getting straight to the point.

The question seemed to change her mood as she thought about what I had asked. “I needed him out of my way and I did not want him telling the higher ups of my plans to dispose of him. I had to play along until you got rid of him since he’ll come back.”

“For, why would he come back? He’s dead its not possible Blaze crushed his skull its over.”

“Because he’s just a lot smarter than he looks, just trust me on that, he’ll come back and as for removing him out of the equation it's for my career of course and a little peace of mind. He always got in my way when I tried to advance.” She looked upset. “He was always creating things that made the higher ups happy. Getting the spotlight while I was kept static in my position, unmoving up on the social ladder.”

“Higher ups?” I questioned. “Isn’t that one of them?” I pointed to the door that led to the Nazi leader. “I see you already made it this far. You really did not need him to die to get here. You even told her guards to leave.” I raised a brow with suspicion. “How am I supposed to believe that? You appear to have plenty of influence already.”

“That's only because of my family heritage. My family is renowned for being a unicorn of pure blood. I am one if not the strongest unicorn around.” She sounded uncertain of her words. ”Or at least that's what we believe to be true.” She rubbed her blackened boot covered legs together shyly. “Even if those other unicorns couldn’t take you down I surely have a shot.” She smiled halfheartedly.

“So being a pure blooded unicorn huh. Only virgins can ride you or something?” I asked, thinking back to old folklore around the mythical beasts.

“HUh!?” Bombshell looked mortified.

“Nevermind.” I laughed. “Just old stories my people kind of made up or didn’t because you unicorns are surely real. In any case, I should be going, little unicorn.”

“But you can’t. You are the Führer’s pet.” She stomped a hoof down. “She’ll be upset if you leave now. Especially after giving her those little wiggling things.” She scrunched up her nose as she eyed my fingers.

“My fingers? Do you want some too?” I joked wiggling my fingers at her jokingly to which she got into a battle stance, her horn sparkling with magic. “Easy now.” I carefully said slowly, backing my hands away. “I was just playing.”

“You can’t leave.” She said in a dead serious tone. Especially not with me watching you. You’d get me into a hell of a lot of trouble.”

“But what about the communist threat? They are going to come here.”

“They can try but we are the strongest faction in the metro.” A smug look graced her muzzle.

I told her my stone cold thoughts, “With equipment yes, with numbers not so much. They will send as many bodies as they can until you run out of ammunition. War between factions tends to draw creatures near. When you’re weak and exhausted they will come to play. Pride can only get you so far.”

“It has gotten us far enough.” Bombshell looked insulted. “We will hold the reds off and if push comes to shove we will evacuate towards the surface and seal off the tunnel. Trapping them underground.”

“And how would you get everyone out of here?”

“Simple we have trains and not just that but the air is breathable if you go down that way.” She pointed in a direction that meant nothing to me underground. I would not know where I was going. We have a town in progress. Many would have to live on the train until we have suitable living conditions.”

“Breathable air? You’re joking.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

”I’m not. I grew up on the surface.” She frowned suddenly as she remembered something.

I took notice, having to ask, “Are you alright?”

“It’s nothing.” She was dismissive. “Again, you can’t leave.” Her horn powered down as I had not yet moved to attack her. “You are property of the Führer and her family.”

Both of us remained neutral.

“I can’t do that. I have to go.”

“Why? There is no place for you other than here. You can make this place your home. Sounds rather inviting wouldn’t you think? You get to live with a high class family. Being treated like royalty, why would you want to leave that behind?”

“Because I’d rather be out in the dirt helping others than being cowardly taking refuge while others are out there suffering.” I couldn’t bring myself to stay. I would only ever get to see myself as a coward and a traitor if I did that. Turning my back on everyone that needed me.

My mission was to destroy the Dark Ones. To scout them out and report back to Polis. Where the rest of the Rangers could regroup and launch a counter offensive against the dark ones. There was no longer a point in carrying out this mission but it didn’t feel right to sit around and do nothing. I had to be out there in the field and see what I could find. I must have surely fallen into the Dark Ones spell. This must have been a mind boggling illusion. To contain me in my mind making me think I was seeing ponies when I was actually seeing people. But I don’t remember Nazis having so much women fighting for them. Women were often taking care of the stations and the injured.

“I’m sorry Ms Bombshell but I can not.” With a shake of my head I walked past her. “ If anything, tell your leader I left on my own accord.” She didn’t try to stop me, letting me pass.

“This won’t end well for you.”

Leaving her behind I made my way back to the marketplace heading back to the flower merchant. The place where I told Bonesaw where we’d regroup at. The mare was waiting for me with a happy smile.

“Where have you been huh?” The nurse asked with a smirk as she struck a pose giving her rear end a little shake. Her saddlebags jiggled with the sounds of glasses clinking and justling at her sides heavily. Displaying how they had been filled to the brim with supplies.

“Good job. Now, where’s the damn turkey?” I asked her as a pegasus nearby glared at me.

“Hey shut your mouth!”

“Was not referring to you!”

The disgruntled pegasus’ feathers rustled with anger as the pony continued to glare at me muttering under their breath insults.

“Some ponies.” I commented looking down to Bonesaw who was giving me a cheeky look.

“See fit right in you racist.”

“Racist? No, I was referring to the griffon.”

“Exactly! Against flying creatures…” She lowered her voice. “Turkey is a slur…”

“How unfortunate.” I used to describe the griffon as being a large bird-like creature.

“Really? I thought you would be a lot more humble after learning that.”

“Don’t care it's just a word if they get offended so be it. They really have no right living in the world if a glancing remark angers them. There was no malice behind my words so why take offense?”

“Maybe they weren’t paying attention?” Bonesaw shrugged.

“How could ‘them’ not paying attention be my fault?”

“Cause you said the naughty word.” Bonesaw giggled. “You could at least be considerate of the thoughts and feelings of other ponies.”

“They hear what they want to hear.” My attention turned to armored trolleys that were armored with welded metal plates and heavy machine gun turrets, the train vehicles whizzing down a separate track past the train we had come in from. “What are they doing?”

“Hmm, the trolleys? Probably going to support our other checkpoints to keep them from coming here.” Bonesaw shrugged. “We make a lot of things here. We assemble armored carts just a ways down the track. Those are some fresh wheels.” She laughed.

“We? You consider yourself one of them?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re a Nazi?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded her head with a kind smile.

“So what is it to be a Nazi? And I’m just asking about these specific factions' rules. I thought only unicorns were Nazis.”

“Well all of us ponies are Nazis. Forgetting something?” She presented her head to me, wiggling her ears.

“Explain.”

Groaning she retracted her head with a pout, “Our society sees genetic defects as a detriment to our species. We, rather, the military, do the dirty work. Getting rid of the undesirables. We are actually kind of sane. We don’t want to weaken our species. And to circle back to only unicorns being the big bad Nazis. No, they are just our stormtroopers, the best of the best.”

Having taken out a large portion of them I beg to differ.

“The pegasi are used as stalkers on the surface making them a formidable mobile force. The earth ponies do most of the mechanical work like blacksmithing, maintenance and of course nurturing the crops. I was lucky enough to get a job as an assistant to Jäger. In turn being a nurse, not bad since it's how I met you.” She fluttered her eyelashes at me.

I really don’t understand what she saw on me.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” She giggled brushing her side against my leg curling her tail around my leg. Getting us a couple stares our way. “This~”

I shoved her back with my leg. “Off.”

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” She rubbed her side that I shoved.

“Hey Hunter! I got the rifle!” He flew back over to us presenting my rifle back to me with a smug look. “Now my reward.”

Reaching into an ammo pouch I gave him a couple ammo clips. “Here you go.” I snatched my rifle back, checking it over seeing some new metal welded onto it making the weapon look more rustic and worn. “What did they do?”

“Unicorn blacksmith bent it back into shape and reinforced it so it wouldn’t bend again like last time.” Blaze said, eyeing the bullets fondly as he stored them away in his own bags brandishing a new assault rifle himself. “Nothing too special.”

“So it won’t explode as soon as I pull the trigger right?” I asked skeptically examining the refurbished assault rifle.

“I sure hope not.” Blaze laughed. “So where too?”

“Away from here. Let’s go.”

*****

Together our group grabbed some lunch eating a soup of cooked vegetables. I wasn’t complaining, neither was Bonesaw, both happy to get a warm meal. Having proudly paid for the food with just a couple bullets. But when it came to Blaze he looked disappointed playing with his food. Dipping a claw in the vegetable soup.

We sat on a bench nearby from the stand we had bought our food from still in the marketplace.

“Eat your food.” Bonesaw scolded him.

“It’s better when it's hot.” I mused, drinking the broth first only when the bowl was empty did I eat the vegetable using my knife as a skewer. Eating off the blade.

“I can’t eat this… I need meat.” Blaze complained drawing circles in the soup.

“Don’t let any guys hear you say that. They might give you something more than you bargained for,” I joked only to get a glare from the griffon. “Don’t give me that look, I'm not giving you any of my meat.” I let out a gruff laugh.

Bonesaw poked my side with her hoof nudging me. “How about me?” She asked.

“That was a joke.” I flatly told her, going back to eating my dish.

“Doesn’t have to be…” She whined under her breath, her ears pinning back as she lowered her head drinking her soup broth.

Finally the griffon began to eat his food begrudgingly making faces as he ate from his soup.

Peacefully the three of us ate with little conversation as we basked in the lively atmosphere.

*****

Straightening a blackened uniform slicking back his mane, the officer placed his peaked cap above his blond mane. Marching through the marketplace the horn above his head glowed in and out as he followed the trail that only he could see sniffing the air resisting the urge to face plant to the ground to get a better whiff of the scented trail left behind from his prey.

Pushing past ponies, getting gasps and upset insults until the citizens laid their eyes on who it was. Going quiet on the spot seeing the balck nazi uniform.

The unicorn stallion looked to be in a hurry, eager even. When suddenly his eyes fell on his prize.

When suddenly a stallion spoke up from behind the human Hunter making his blood run cold.

“Vee meet again Kreature.”

***Hunter POV***

With my knife still in hand I whipped around swinging my knife for a stab. Only to find myself face first into my food bowl with a forceful thud causing both of my companions to jump in surprise.

“Nein, nein, none of zat.”

“The hell's your problem?!” Blaze jumped out of the bench raising his gun at the stallion only for his mag to slide out and for the bolt to shoot back, sending the bullet out the side harmlessly. “The he-”

He was thrown against the wall.

Bonesaw nervously cringed as she shrank in her seat.

“What do you want?” I growled through clenched teeth upset that this fucker ruined my meal.

“To knov zat I von our little hunt…”

Suddenly I understood what Bombshell meant… he was back with a fresh coat of paint.

Ch 14: Regroup

The son of a bitch was back, yet wasn’t? What was all this about? How could the bastard have been back? Blaze had killed him. Crushed his skull last I remember. Then again this stallion was a unicorn. The last I remember he wasn’t one. He was a standard pony and was not as refined as the new stallion here.

“How could you have won? Fighting for no good reason. Last I recall you lost.” I growled in frustration. “So how about we call it quits? This little game is over.”

“Ofer? Efen after you’ve taken my lofely tiger avay from me?”

“Tiger? Bombshell?”

“Ja.”

“I did no such thing.” I flexed my arms struggling to push off the bench to remove my face from the soaked vegetables. “How could you be so petty?”

“Mein Bombshell vas supposet to be mein!”

“Tell her that yourself, I don’t care!”

“I dit ant I do! She does not vant mein in her life!”

“And how is that my problem? Get some more tact with the ladies before being a total creep. Girls don’t dig you humping their legs like some horny animal.” It angered me to have to explain to such an idiot. “Not even a whore would appreciate your creepiness.” My words only seemed to anger him as his grip tightened around me, pressing my nose uncomfortably against the bowl.

“Silence!”

“Nein, shtop zis at once.” An angelic voice came in to save the day. I did not know I would be grateful to here the sound of a Nazi in my life. The Führer stepped up to save the day.

“Mein Führer vey hello.” Jäger greeted the Nazi leader sheepishly. “Vat are you doink here?”

The blond mare glared at him. “Release mein pet!” She bonked him on the back of the head as his magic around me dissipated.

The unicorn rubbed the back of his head glaring back at me. “Vey? He is an alien kreature he does not belong here. He needs to be studied.”

“Dit zat look like shtudyink to you?” Aryanne said pointing at the mess he made out of our table. “Voo are you anyvays?”

“Do you not recognize me?” The unicorn stallion asked the mare puzzled.

“Of kourse not.”

“It's me Jäger,” he said uncomfortably.

“Jäger? Zee scientist Jäger?”

“JA!” He exclaimed, nodding his head swiftly. “You see, zat is vey I must take the kreature for study!”

“I thought you died.” Blaze glared at his old employer with disdain.

“I dit but I am reborn again!” The unicorn let out evil maniacal laughter. “A unicorn of zee right kolors too.”

“Awfully racey.” I commented as I stood back up.

“Ant you! You veren’t supposet to leafe! You vere supposet to reat meine filly bedtime shtories!”

“Look I can’t even read english very well.” I told her raising my hand up defensively.

“Vat ‘english’ read Equestrian!”

“Yeah, that. I can’t read that stuff fluently.” I told her. “It was much easier to speak it with a Russian accent. “But to sound soothing to the ear to set a little girl to sleep I don’t think it can be done. Please reconsider. I’m a soldier not a babysitter. Look, just let me go. I am of great use being an exterminator of creatures lurking in the metro.” I was getting annoyed by how they wanted me to be used for their own reasons not appreciating my abilities in the slightest. Wanting me for other precarious reasons.

Aryanne stomped a hoof looking upset. “Hunter. Now! Heel!” She called at me like some sort of master calling for their dog.

Jäger smiled pleased with himself watching the scene unfold.

“I’m not a dog!”

“Heel!” Aryanne called out louder this time.

“Come on this is ridiculous.” I continued to plead.

The mare marched up to me glaring up at me with narrowed eyes. “Heel.” She spoke in a low growl.

“No.” I glared back at her in defiance.

“Hunter…” Bonesaw covered her face as she turned away.

Aryanne turned around to face away from me.

“Hunter lookout!” Blaze called out to me, but it was too late as two legs shot back towards me striking me in the stomach sending me flying back into the stone metro wall. I felt the last remaining armor in my vest shatter and my back being exposed with no armor from my previous engagement meant nothing to cushion the blow of my back slamming against reinforced concrete. I felt something internal shatter from the blow.

I didn’t know something so small could generate that much force. I slid down the wall in a defeated slump. I sucked in a breath and let it out. Just breathing hurt. “God damn you… I thought we were on good terms.”

“Me too.” Aryanne glared at me, Jäger following close behind her.

The crowd of ponies nearby watched in anticipation having just witnessed their leader take down the strange alien creature that was me.

“I’m not a pet you bitch.” I couldn’t help but snarl in defense.

“Führer Aryanne! This isn’t the way we do things!” Bonesaw jumped in front of me protectively with tears in her eyes. “Please, what you’re doing is wrong!” She begged

“Get out of the way…” I grumbled. “This is my fight.” I gripped the nurse by the skirt and pulled her aside not wanting her to do something stupid. Because I can fight my own battles. She could do a lot of good being a medical professional. She could save so many lives. I could only take lives.

Because I was meant to be a killing machine, a soldier. I was supposed to protect the inhabitants of the metro. Not drag others down with me.

“Blond bitch that's not how you treat pets.” I smiled toothily at the mare as she turned away from me once more. This time I saw it coming, readying myself for another buck. When she did she shot her legs back at me catching them when they both struck my chest cracking more ribs and shattering a few. I felt like my body was made of twigs with how easily she damaged me.

With her legs now in hand I lifted them up and spread them apart opening her legs wide as I got a good look between her skirt. This is not what I had planned… and as a man of honor I at least tried to claim myself as I would not do anything to offend even if it meant it could save my life. I was tempted to lick or headbutt as if that would do something but I stuck to my moral code.

“Eeeee!” The Führer squealed with reddening cheeks feeling exposed to me.

Even through the pain my strength threatened to give out as I felt the sharpened bones within my chest cut along my muscle, tearing flesh beneath the skin. I groaned heavily as I heaved her up and slammed her down on the floor. She knocked her head against the stone concrete ground, being knocked out cold in the process.

The crowd went silent as I rested against the wall feeling destroyed.

Bonesaw came over to me looking me over. “Ohh you really did it this time you big dummy.” She ruffled through her saddle bags in search of a tonic for me. “I think I change my mind to still hating Nazis… I’m not a dog.” I growled.

Jäger came over with a smug look. “Look vat you dit. Assaulting zee Führer in her territory vile makink a name for yourself kreature.”

“She started it… and how are you even still alive?” I growled up at him, only to wince when a shot of pain shot through my chest. My bones cutting along my lungs threatening to sink in.

“Here's another Zebra tonic or potion… these are expensive you know!” Bonesaw had me greedily down the small vial of green liquid Inside I felt the bones in my chest move uncomfortably causing me to howl in pain as I felt my muscles being torn and bones shuffle back into place it was a painful process.

“Don’t be such a baby you get used to it.” Blaze waved a talon lazily.

Nazi soldiers emerged heavily armored the Führer’s personal guards.

“We got to go… NOW!” Bonesaw exclaimed.

“Run-run little kreature.” Jäger waved evilly as we ran away having no chance against the might of the whole station.

Together the three of us ran, not bothering to shoot back. Leaping over boxes and running past ponies. Not wanting civilians to get shot in the crossfire.

“Out of the way coming through!” I had to run at a low crouch run as I was an easy target to hit being so damn tall. It just happened when us humans stood on two legs. “Where are we going?!” I called out to my comrades.

“To the tracks! We can catch a ride out of here!” Bonesaw called to us as she raced on ahead.

Surprising both Blaze and I with her speed.

Dodging and weaving our way through the crowds of ponies and jumping over objects we made it down a working escalator sliding down through the middle instead of taking the slow more humane way down.

“Get back here!” The armored soldiers got lost in the crowd being far too bulky in their armor to continue chasing.

We ran to the edge of the platform where so many weaponized trolleys were being assembled for war. Sparks flew as ponies in welder masks welded the turret onto the trolley putting it together as we ran for an already assembled one where Bonesaw was at a mechanical control panel nearby fiddling with the levers and bottoms as the trolley on a chain moved the trolley placing it down on the track.

“Blaze, open the gate!” Bonesaw called to the griffon who flew to where several soldiers were fiddling with their guns when they saw the griffon zipping towards them.

Bonesaw and I ran to get on the trolley when a large sparkle of magic burst in front of us blinding us briefly. When our vision returned Bombshell was in front of us, pistol raised.

“Shtop right zere.” She commanded glaring at the two of us.

Blaze opened the gate, throwing the two guards away from the control panel. “GO!” He called out.

“You attacked zee Führer!” Bombshell looked pissed off.

I held my hands up over my head. “She attacked me first! What's fair is fair.”

“Ant you.” She turned her attention to Bonesaw. “Scholt hafe put you out of zee paster years ago!”

Bonesaw whimpered in response feeling queasy having a weapon pointed at her. So I stood in front of the mare who helped me so much. “Hey your problem is with me you disgusting Nazi.” I glared at her and she did the same.

Behind her I could hear the sound of heavy hoof falls making their way down the escalator.

“Look I’m sorry we failed in killing Jäher but we didn’t know he’d come back. You didn’t tell us until we came here! So why are you stopping us-” I was silenced as the mare threw herself at me.

“AH! He’s taken kontrol of meine magic! Somepony shtop him!” She pressed her body against my own as she pushed me back towards the armored trolley. She was obviously acting, but why?

Her pistol pressed itself against her head as she was ‘pulled’ away from the platform and onto the trolley.

Bonesaw puffed her cheeks out, not trusting the mare and jealous of how close the mare was to me but at the moment that was not important.

“Bonesaw drive!” I ordered. I jumped on the back holding Bombshell as a meat shield, causing the soldiers to hold their fire.

Blaze dropped into the gunner's seat as Bonesaw set the trolley full speed. The wheels underneath squealed as sparks shot out as the metal grinding along the tracks started up.

Jäger was seen running to the sations edge calling out for Bombshell, the mare of whom he was obsessed with. “Vat are you idiots doink? FOLLOW ZEM!” He screamed at the soldiers as they too prepared to give chase.

Our trolley picked up speed as we whizzed by more nazi controlled stations. The ponies would stop to look over at our trolley speeding by confusion, not knowing that he had just narrowly escaped.

I looked down at the blond mare in my arms and she looked up at me.

“What is going on?”

“I would like to know too!” Bombshell angrily snarled.

“I needed an excuse to get out of my own. I thought it would have been so easy to get rid of him… I didn’t know he’d come back with a new body…”

“But you did, liar!” Bonesaw accused.

“Did you?” I asked the unicorn who sheepishly smiled. “Then why do you keep lying to us and withholding information? This could have helped in planning the destruction of that annoying asshole.”

I was only helping her since that guy would not stop hunting me and the only way to get him to stop was to kill him. It was like fighting with a child who could not see the truth in front of them. I could explain with all the facts and reasons of the world and he would still refuse to listen.

“Your nurse does the same. She is his assistant after all.” Bombshell shot back looking smug.

Bonesaw went quiet, her anger seemed to have evaporated.

“Is this true?” I asked our driver to which the nurse relented.

“Yes.”

I knew she was his assistant, she said as much, but then she should have at least known that Blaze crushing his head would not have been the end of him.

“Then why don’t the both of you explain yourselves?” I asked as we sped through tunnels.

“If we keep going straight it won’t be a good idea. How about we ditch the cart? And have our little chat in one of the tunnels? That way the Nazis think we’re going up to the surface while we camp out down here for awhile?” Blaze suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bonesaw said, slowing the cart down slightly so we could jump off at a safer speed.

Blaze climbed out of the turret, jumping out. I jumped out with Bombshell clutching my chest. We were sent tumbling as I balled up, rolling against the rough ground.

We grouped at a nearby door, setting Bombshell down who dusted herself off. We let the trolley continue onward ahead of us up the track. Blaze checked the door handle with his talon jiggling it.

“Locked.” He narrowed his eyes at the lock raising his rifle preparing to shoot it point blank when Bombshell held up a hoof.

“Please, allow me.” Her horn glowed as the door clicked unlocked as she pushed the door open with magic. “There. all better.”

“Show off.” Blaze scoffed.

Bonesaw glared at the mare as she went in first Blaze following close behind her.

We closed the door behind us as we heard the sound of metal grinding past us as the Nazis of gave chase just past us.

“That was close.” Bonesaw took a seat in the darkened room.

I shined a light in and Blaze did the same while Bombshell used her horn to create light.

Cobwebs littered the room as tiny spiders could be seen crawling around.

“Great, spiders.” Bonesaw shivered. Uncomfortable of all the tiny little legs.

“Hope it's just the small ones.”

“Agreed.”

Finding a nearby lamp, Bombshell turned it on as it helped illuminate the room.

The room was a surveillance room that had computers that were no longer functional with a pony skeleton on the floor. The computers had wiring ripped out of it, probably scavenged for electronic parts long ago.

“Poor bastard.” I said moving the bones to one corner as respectfully as I could.

“He’s dead, just kick the bones. It's faster.” Blaze rolled his eyes.

“After the bombs dropped there is no longer a heaven or hell or inbetween there is only here.” I explained. “Even in death our friend is here with us. Trapped in the metro as there is nowhere for his soul to go. I may not have known this pony. He may have been good, maybe evil but he is stuck in the same boat as us. Trapped as there is no place for us.

“When you are alone. The ghosts speak to you. But since we are together the ghosts are silenced by our warmth.”

“You believe in ghosts?” Bonesaw asked with a tilt of her head.

“Yes, in God. No.” I shook my head. “Sometimes during my expeditions I hear sounds and see things that I can not explain. For instance the ball of energy that zaps the tracks and traverses the metro. If you were to get in its way you’d be fried. Or the lost souls who would call out to you and bring you down where they had fallen clambering for another chance at life. Bringing you to the same doom that had befallen them.”

“That sounds oddly religious don’t you think?” Blaze asked.

“Just treat others how you would like to be treated.”

“Like shooting others up?” Blaze smugly replied.

“If they deserve it.”

I took out my lighter that was disguised as a bullet burning away cobwebs as the spiders desperately crawled up away from the flames only to be burnt alive falling down as nothing more but charred remains. Behind the wall of cobwebs revealed another door. “So which one wants to go first in how you met Jäger and why is he so difficult to kill?”

Both looked at each other wondering who was to go first.

“Well I met Jäger when I was but a little girl. Should I?” She looked at Bonesaw for approval as if needing a go ahead.

“Knock yourself out.” Bonesaw sounded genuinely curious to hear about the early days of this mare.

“As you see me today I wasn’t always so…” She ran a hoof through her golden blond mane. “... perfect.”

“That's fine.” I said, raising my rifle as I kicked down the door in front of me.

*****

It was a cold dark night leaving the room freezing.

A soft tune rang out quietly, so quiet in fact that you had to really try and focus on it, and really believe that sound was indeed there. The tune played throughout the large home. The sound reverberated off the marble walls, decorated with red banners that all wore a prominent symbol, the Swastika.

Much of the furniture and decorations sported a proud eagle along with the symbol. The home was empty of any signs of life, besides a small simple room where the soft echo of music was coming from. A few of the red banners in the living room swayed to a nonexistent breeze as cold air brushed into the quiet home from an open window.

Hearing the noise the only krept closer to the sound, the more she did the more distorted the sound became.

*Clang* *Doom* *Doom* *Clang*

The music played within a music box perched upon an oak desk. The gears within twisted and turned, clicking forcefully as they moved. Tension within its internals struggling to keep up.

*Doom*... *Doom*... the reverb of metal echoed within the small room. The music box began to click in a slow succession. Struggling to continue onward. The metal scraped and clawed. Not giving up on its one and only live audience member, not wanting to disappoint the filly.

Head laying down on the hard wooden desk. The young unicorn waited and listened to the sounds all around her. Listening as the clock above her door clicked seconds away, and the wisps of wind that would gently blow against her window that was beside her desk, the pony stared out longingly.

The hands of the clock slowly moved in a slowing motion and with each and every passing second she could hear the weight of the hands move. Hear the swing of their momentum. Hear their jarring stop. In a never ending cycle. Listening to life’s music.

She waited as the night’s moon was up above the sky, too high for her to reach. But not high enough that her small insignificant eyes could not see its beauty. The only light source that illuminated her view of the outside and her window partially. The Moon’s radiance lit up the darkness. Casting away the shadows and bringing clarity to her mental portrait.

The filly sniffed whilst she rubbed her bruised cheek lightly. Continuing to listen to her private show. The sounds helped ignore the nagging pain that seared through her, even hotter than an iron brand. For a brand would be quick, for just a moment until flesh was burnt and seared away, the nerves being killed in the process. But for her, the pain was constant, never ending. Forever burning.

She could hear the crickets and owls outside creating music. Chirps and hoots. She stared out the window. To see what hid in the lurking darkness, watching as it stared back at her.

*Cling* *Cling*

The music box continued to sing it’s mellow tune. A tune she found that suited her quite well. Relating to the sad old tune.

The unicorn filly sniffed again as snot threatened to ooze out her nose. She continued to listen to the chimes of music. Her wheels squeaked quietly beneath her as she shifted her weight.

Slowly she pushed herself away from the desk. Dragging herself with shakey forelegs. It was hard to stand without physically resting on an object like her desk, which meant it was difficult to walk.

The wheels squeaked and creaked behind her as she had to drag herself around. The wheels were unkempt as foregin objects jammed in between its joints. Causing the wheels to strain her frail forelegs. Each time she did, agonizing pain would shoot through her causing her to spasm for a quick moment as the pain would jolt through her like lightning. Gritting her teeth, holding them bare as she dragged herself towards the window letting out a pained squeak as she did so.

Once she reached her goal she pressed her forehooves against the looking glass. Peering once again, outside. Out to the comforting darkness. Eyes shimmering briefly as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Lips parting gingerly, ‘Why did it hurt? Why did it hurt?’ She would ask herself this question again and again. Repeating it over and over hoping, begging for an answer. For a reason to why she was to be the unlucky pony to go through this. Yet no sound escaped her lips.

Constant agony erupted within her. Body tensing as to brace for impact. Yet, as her body’s reaction was only trying to help, it only made the pain worse as it strained her already weakened muscles. She fell against the windowsill, touching the cold chilled glass. Even something as simple as breathing brought her agonizing pain.

She looked up towards the starry sky once more. ‘If Gods and Goddess truly existed… then why did this happen to me?’ If such powerful beings truly cared, why didn’t they help me? Why did they let bad things happen? They had to be strong for a reason!’ Snot began to drizzle down her muzzle as tears welled up in her eyes. ‘Why… why didn’t they help me?’

The filly sniffled pawing at the window. She felt like a bird locked in a cage. Forever trapped in her own body. Desperately clawing to be set free. The glass only responded with silence.

The music box let out a final click before stopping, just as a chilling breeze brushed against her. Sending chills down her spine. She shivered as the cold dulled the pain ever so slightly with its own cold burn. ‘Why can't Goddesses and Gods be like in the stories? Coming down to save me, an important pony. Wasn’t I important? Didn’t they care about their creations? Like how parents were supposed to care for their creations? Or were they disgusted with me? The broken filly...’ Her eyes downcast as she pressed her cheek against the cold glass that brought her silent comfort.

She tapped her horn against the window. A faint transparent aura illuminated her horn. It flicked from time to time like a dying flame. Before going out like one.

The unicorn let out a shaky breath. Closing her eyes. The clock struck again.

And then eternal silence…

*****

Eyes fluttering awake, she found herself in a new place; her vision was drowned out by white blinding light.

‘They’re here, they saved me! The God’s knew I could not end!’

“Sweet you’re alright!” She heard a familiar voice.

She was brought up and held by the only stallion she knew and loved. Her dad.

“Papa…” She whimpered out in pain as reality came crashing down on her.

“You’re safe sweetie. The Doctors are miracle workers.” He held her close to his warming chest. She in turn rested her cheek against his soft white fur.

“Daddy where’s mommy?”

“She won’t hurt you anymore.” Her father nuzzled her. “She won’t… especially not after the doctors finish a little procedure on you. Everypony will love you as I do.” He had tears in his eyes. He nuzzled her mane softly.

“Procedure?” The broken filly questioned.

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. I got you. Shh shh…” He cooed softly. “Just get some rest. You’ll be as good as new in no time. Won’t need that pony cart any longer. Soon you’ll be able to stand just like me.” He kissed her on top the head plenty of times.

“Papa.” The filly giggled only to let out a pained whine.

“Sorry, shh… rest my darling it will all be over soon.” He shushed her gently coaxing her to sleep as he sang tunes to her as he did every night.

*****

When she awoke once more it was as if she had been reborn coming out of a tube of water. She collapsed as fluids were drained from her tank. Confused, cold and scared she looked around frightened. “What's going on?” She asked as the glass around her began to rise.

A number of ponies observed her holding clipboards writing things down as they poked and prodded her.

The pain she had felt all her life was gone. For once in her life she felt what it meant to have peace. She excitedly stood up on shaky legs. Smiling even as she collapsed. “I… I can stand!” She stood up once more only to collapse again. “And it doesn’t hurt as much!” She bounced back up.

“Thank you! Thank you doctors!” She excitedly wanted to jump out and hug the doctors for curing her of her defect To jump in their arms and repay them anyway she could for their kind deed.

She felt as if the gods and goddesses were smiling down upon her. She felt as if she were important. That she had something special to do in this world. She would not forget the great deeds these ponies had done for her.

“Full of life zis one is,” A greasy looking brown chestnut colored earth pony said standing too close for comfort making the filly a little weary of his presence as he eyed her up and down. She felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. She tried to cover herself with her hooves, embarrassed to be exposed like some sort of specimen to him.

“Doctor Jäger refrain from being a creep that's a child.” One of the mares growled at the stallion. “Dirty earth pony.” She smacked him on the back of the head. “Get the creep out of here. Write him up for being a little too close to the subject that is a filly mind you.”

Guards came in and dragged the stallion away who couldn’t stop admiring the filly.

“Sorry about that. He’s just fascinated that our little experiment worked. You have a new body. What do you think?” The mare asked the young Bombshell who stood up shakily needing to still learn to walk properly.

“I like it… where papa?” She asked excitedly, wanting to show her father the good news.

*****

“At the time I didn’t know it but that's when I first met Jäger. He had a thing for young girls… but specifically me.”

“That’s disgusting!” Bonesaw looked mortified.

“You are one to talk. Rapist.” I shot her a glare.

To which Blaze glared at her too, joining my side.

Nice.

“I must have been some sort of experiment to test if his technology worked or not.” Bombshell looked uncomfortable.

“I see.” I said shining my light on spider like creatures that hissed and scuttled away from my lamp. “So you were once a degenerate mutant freak?”

“Not a mutant!” Bombshell exploded in anger only to calm down when she realized she had been too loud. “Just… birth defect… disease maybe… I don’t know what I had…”

“Sounds like to me you had polio mixed in with some other stuff.” Bonesaw shrugged, unsure, only having a vague theory.

“Maybe.” Bombshell shrugged. “But I’m better now.”

“Proud to kill ponies who once had something wrong with them? Is it not a bit hypocritical for you Nazis to be killing when you can give this treatment on a wider scale?” I asked. “You all could be saviors yet you choose to be villains. This doesn't make much sense.”

“Jäger probably had something to do with it.” The unicorn affirmed.

“To be able to come back after death… he may have a backlog of cloned bodies for him to transfer his consciousness to.” Bonesaw suggested.

“So evil assistant what do you know?” I asked as a spider leapt out of a crevasse from the ceiling jumping down at me to which I shined my light on it. Firing my rifle into it as I jumped back instinctively, falling on top of the unicorn.

Blaze shined a light on the spider creature as it hissed laying on its backside as it seemed to burn up from the light. Kicking its sharpened legs about until it finally died from light exposure.

“Off.” Bombshell hissed through clenched teeth.

“Sorry.” I got up, helping her up. “Anything else to share?” I asked the nurse who seemed to know Jäge a hell of a lot longer.

“Well he’s kinda obsessed over Bombshell. Talking about his ‘Tiger’.” Blaze and I chuckled much to the Nazi mares dismay. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”

Bombshell rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

“Yeah, so his old lab where Bombshell’s story takes place is on the surface where the elite Nazi villiage is. So we are going to have to go up eventually. That's where he has his stash of bodies located. Destroy that. We destroy him.”

“And destroy the future of you ponies?” I asked.

“It could be controlled by evil.” Blaze hinted.

“Also good.” I didn’t know if destroying the lab would be good. I could almost imagine getting a new body when my old one broke… it would be life changing to come back again and again.

“Don’t let greed get to you. You might end up valuing life less. Jäger certainly seems to think so.” Bonesaw glared up at me. “Spider.” She pointed to which I whipped around spraying bullets.

Ch 15: Webbed Menace Pt 1

Roaming around the tunnels we had sort of become the local pest exterminators clearing out rooms of web and mutant spiders that grew in the deepest and darkest parts of the metro. They looked to be a hybrid between a scorpion and a spider. They had six legs with a fifth acting as a tail-like stinger. Known throughout the metro as Spiderbugs.

I hated hearing the monsters scuttle listening as their pointed stick-like feet tapped the ground like an incoming jumpscare. Luckily for us their weakness was light. The brighter the light the greater the effect.

Using my headlamp I caused the creature's skin to darken as the light burned them alive. They would swiftly retreat to the shadows afraid only to attack moments later as they jumped out at a different angle.

Blaze did what he could watching our back while Bombshell kept us safe with her horn now alight. Bonesaw stuck close beside the other Nazi. We felt untouchable with how smooth things were going when we were working as a team.

I felt like we were going to make it.

On the ceiling were ponies wearing gear and looked to have been recently killed wrapped by webbing, “More bodies.” I called out as I moved to a body near a corner. We moved over as a unit to loot. Both Blaze and I covered the mares as Bombshell sliced open the webbing, cringing as baby spiders emerged. Once they were done crawling away Bonesaw went to work grabbing any bits of ammo off the body.

“We got a pipe bomb~” Bonesaw sang cheerfully holding the cylinder shaped bomb like a trophy to which I swiftly snatch.

“Thanks.”

“Hey!” She growled. “Forgetting something?!” She pointedly tapped a hoof on the ground aggressively to which I eased her anger giving her a quick scratch behind the ears to which she lovingly purred appreciatively. If I knew it was this easy to please a lady back home I would have had a family.

“Nice job.”

“I don’t get it.” Blaze looked confused why the mare liked it so much.

“Don’t think too hard about it. They’re like dogs.”

“Bitches huh.”

“We are not!” The nurse exclaimed, upset at Blaze.

“Don’t blame me, he said it first!” He pointed an accusatory talon my way.

I could only laugh at his comment: ‘Bitches’.

“Quiet all of you!” Bombshell shushed us as she raised her pistol in her aura. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Bonesaw asked as we listened in. It was then we heard it behind the wall we were beside. It was a deep rumbling of something large moving around pushing past furniture by the sounds of it. Heavy thuds striking the floor and walls.

“That can’t be good.” Blaze laughed nervously.

“Said quiet.” Bombshell hissed, punching the griffon in the gutt making the air leave his lungs.

Wheezing the griffon glared at the mare as he held up a talon in a ‘give me a moment’ gesture.

Together we remained quiet waiting until the sound had passed.

“Any idea what it could be?” I asked.

“Maybe a ‘big’ spiderbug?” Bombshell whispered.

“What, you all can talk but not me?” Blaze was annoyed.

“Now that the danger has passed for the moment.” The blond nazi stated. “We should kill it while we’re down here. Before it can fester and grow larger whatever it is and that's to say if it is even a creature.”

“Or get out of here while we still can!” Bonesaw whined. “We can’t fight a creature like that!”

“We won’t always have a choice. If there is a chance of getting out of here then we’re taking it. Our mission is to stop Jäger.” Blaze reminded the group. “That old bastard didn’t pay up. Going back on his word is a big no-no when it comes to hired guns.”

As much as I wanted to focus on the mission I couldn’t help but wonder if leaving the unknown creature to the people was wrong. If I would be ignoring my code of honor. Us Rangers would put a stop to the monster and continue the mission all at the same time. It would be going against my moral code if I didn’t exterminate the hostile creatures that were targeting the people.

“We’ll see.” I answered. We would continue onward and find out if we have a choice or not.

Together our group moved in formation. Taking point I led the way holding my rifle up attentively. Shining my headlamp ahead pushing a door open with my shoulder peering into another darkened room.

Inside were more tunnels finding an underground bunker that was created in case of a nuclear attack. Yet the bunker was not in the least bit intact as some rock and concrete were in ruins with a few doorways caved in with debri.

Webs of ponies stuck to the walls and ceilings were unnerving making my skin crawl yet I not once moved my hands away from my gun. Stone faced as I heard my group mutter their dismay.

“Such monsters.” Bonesaw whimpered as she shivered in disgust.

“Ugh Spiders!” Bombshell recoiled from the webbing that had a number of hoof sized creepy crawlies skittering over webs. On the walls were also greenish-yellow egg sacks that would open, releasing tiny spiders.

“Bombshell make yourself useful. Burn the webs.” I ordered the Nazi Officer.

The mare stared at the back of my head with a glare. “Really and why can’t you do it, lazy?

“If you don’t want to use magic then just use this.” I reached into my pocket and tossed her a bullet. “Catch.”

Instantly the mare caught the bullet bringing it close to her. She got upset. “A bullet? Yeah sure! I’ll burn this whole place down with a bullet!” She answered sarcastically.

“Look closer.”

“Closer? A- oh… huh?” She knocked the tip of the bullet aside exposing the lighter underneath and she activated the spark wheel as a small flame was formed before her eyes. “A lighter?”

“Yes, now use it to burn the webbing and clear us a path.”

“Seriously, you didn’t see him using it earlier?” Bonesaw looked surprised for a moment before an eerily smug smile appeared on the earth pony mare’s muzzle, glad to see the other mare fail to take notice of one of my tools. “You really don’t pay attention do you?”

“Thought he was a dragon…” Bombshell sheepishly laughed while her ears pinned back on top of her head as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“Dragon?! HA!” Bonesaw laughed out loud pointing a hoof at the embarrassed mare. “He’s a human!”

“He said 'human’ meant ‘ancient dragon’!”

“And you believed him!” Bonesaw bellowed, holding her belly unable to stifle her laughter.

“Settle down, you're creating too much noise.” I scolded her.

“Come on, lighten up we’ve handled everything so far.”

“‘we’, you mean me and Hunter right?” Blaze asked with a raised brow.

In the middle of the bickering a giant spear-like appendage suddenly pierced through the ceiling sending concrete and debri falling into the corridor.

I dove to the side as a large portion of concrete crashed where I had been standing a moment ago.

Bonesaw cried out bursting into tears, “My leg!”

“Ohh.” Blaze cringed from the sight, shaking his head in disgust seeing her hindleg bent in an unnatural way. A chunk of concrete had fallen on her leg.

The spear-like appendage rose up and out of the gaping hole in the ceiling and out came spiderbugs pouring into the room.

I aimed my headlamp towards the opening to prevent them from entering. It did little to detour the monsters as they quicked their pace rushing into the corridor. I let my rifle bark as the bullets ripped though the monsters who jumped onto the walls crawling anywhere with a surface. The sounds of clicking came from their spear-like legs as they struck the ground like knives racing towards us. The brief flashes of light coming from the rifle's muzzle would cause the creatures to flinch and pause for a short moment as the blinding fire acted as a hostile strobe-like effect.

The six-legged creatures would pause twitching for a short moment before continuing their hunt.

“Reloading!” I called out to which Blaze fired, giving me time to reload. His flashlight attached to the end of his gun flickered as the batteries threatened to die.

“Stop it! Stop squirming!” Bombshell hissed as the other mare pushed against her face going into shock.

“My leg! Oh GOd!” Bonesaw exclaimed as she began to hyperventilate slapping the Nazi Officer around.

“Hold still! I’m trying to set your leg back into place!”

“Get her on her feet, we need to move. NOW!” I exclaimed as a spider leapt off the ceiling and onto me. It’s knife-like legs stabbed into me. It’s stinger appendage struck down near my face. Reacting fast as I was used to things going for my face I reached up and grabbed the stinger, twisting it with a snap as the creature jumped off of me as it fell backwards on the floor flailing its legs wildly as my headlamp burnt it skin as it darkened and blistered bubbling as it’s carcass began to pop sending meaty chunks flying.

Picking my rifle back up from my waist I thanked my rifle sling mentally. More of the insectoids came like a never ending wave as another monstrous spear plunged through the ceiling sending more debri down around us this time a good chunk fell on me. Pinning me to the ground with my midsection and below covered by a large piece of the concrete ceiling. I grunted in pain only having my right arm and rifle still functional.

Some of the monsters were crushed from the falling ceiling debri assisting us as well as a happy little accident.

“You good Hunter?!” Blaze stumbled over to me as his face was covered in gray soot. He coughed wiping his face as his face was covered.

“Pinned.” I flexed my muscles as I grit my teeth trying to find the strength to lift off the heavyweight as it was getting harder to breathe with my lungs being restricted.

A spiderbug jumped onto Blaze’s back as the knife-like legs slid off his armor harmlessly losing its footing on his back slipping off. Whirling around the griffon brought his rifle around to smack it down like the bug it was. Sending a short burst into its exposed underside.

Another emerged from the shadows this time. Unable to point my rifle in the direction in time with my range of motion restricted, I called out to him, “Behind you!” Launching its scissor like-stinger at the back of his neck as it snipped at his flesh.

The griffon recoiled instinctively holding a claw at his bleeding neck as he spun around firing hot lead into the creature sending it back dead. “Gah! Fuck!” He cursed, applying pressure to the wound. “Don’t worry I’m gonna get you out of there!”

Another spiderbug jumped down from the ceiling pouncing upon him; this one didn’t have a stinger like the others; instead it had a round adbondmend a female spiderbug. It was more armored and more resistant to both light and fire. With a different form of attack the insectoid bit and clawed at his exposed head causing the griffon to shake his head instinctively trying to shake the attacker off. Reaching up his sharpened armored talons graped the insectroid gripping it tightly until the it’s hardened chitin cracked under his grip. Tearing the bug off her threw it towards the wall spraying a flurry of rounds into it.

He was bleeding badly but nothing he couldn’t handle. If he could handle his own eye hanging out of his head like last time he could surely handle a few bites.

“This is a pain in the ass.” Blaze commented, shining his rifles light down the corridor as he looked back towards me and the rest of the group.

“Better?”

“Mhhhm.” Bonesaw nodded panting as she tested her footing on the floor looking a bit queasy. She was not much of a fighter. She leaned onto the nazi for support.

“Stop being a baby.” Bombshell bumped her side against the other mare knocking her off as she rolled her eyes as the spiders around her scuttled and circled around both mares unable to get close as the light emitted from her horn was enough to make them cautious of the unicorn. “These creatures can’t handle Nazi superiority.” She stuck her muzzle up in the air like some snob looking down at the lowly creatures that surrounded her. “Pathetic.” She sent a ring of fire around her setting the spiderbugs alight as they ran off ablaze, dying only a short few seconds later as they crumpled to the ground wiggling around.

The bright fire did the trick as the invading creatures retreated back into the shadows. The giant creature left us for the moment as dust and dirt fell through the holes in the ceiling.

“A little help?”

“Coming.” Blaze said as he came to my aid still bleeding he still helped me. “Push if you can.”

Doing as ordered I pushed as hard as I could stressing my muscles as we pushed off the concrete together working as a team something I hardly did as a Spartan. A lone wolf in the metro tunnels this was a new experience and was a nice change of pace. Standing back up I bent over and dusted myself off. “Thanks Turkey I owe you one.”

“I better be paid back.” Blaze chuckled, holding a claw to the back of his neck. “Nurse, any heals?”

“Sure… heals… right…” The nurse shakily came over as she reached into her saddle bags ruffling around for the intended potion.

I extended my arm out rolling my joints as my armor that had been pinned was sore. Looking up at the holes in the ceiling I shined my flickering headlight observing more web as well as a second level up.

Taking this down time to do so I reached into my rucksack extracting a fair bit of equipment connecting wires to my headlamp. When I was confident with the connection I squeezed the crank a number of times listening as the device purred to life causing the light to grow brighter not wanting to blow out the light I stopped not wanting to overcharge it.

“Neat little device.” Bombshell commented.

“Standard issue for stalkers. Unless you really think you’re some sort of tough guy who thinks he can handle the equipment shortage. Most kids who dream of being a total badass are the ones who end up dying from such arrogance. Walking through the tunnels I find the poor bastards that had been lost in total darkness for quite a while wandering aimlessly in need of assistance and then… the others who are mauled and eaten by the animals. Unable to fight back when they can’t even see an inch in front of themselves. The worst part is if you’re still alive after the initial attack. The monsters tore through the armor as well as flesh, not stopping to eat you until they are done mutilating your corpse as if afraid you’d wake up and fight back.”

The unicorn gave me an unsure expression.

“What? Too much information?”

“Yeah. A little too much.”

“Just be glad your monsters aren’t as big as mine are back home. So are we turning back or continuing?” I had asked whilst checking my rifle, giving it a once over.

Bombshell surrounded us with an aura of light. “I think a little insect problem will do us some good. Definitely better than being shot I would say.” She was still dead set on destroying the big bad.

I was all for it. Wanting to get rid of the monster so it wouldn’t come back to bite us in the future or any other innocent souls. “I have to agree we have a better shot going through these creatures than we do fighting our way past armored ehhh… how would you say it? Little ponies?”

“Nazi ponies to say exact.” Blaze chimed in with a smug look. As he knew exactly how I felt about how it sounded saying out loud. It just sounded ridiculous and would cause me to visibly cringe as it sounded as if a child had labeled them as such.

“Are you kidding me?! Not after that!” Bonesaw pointed at the crispy blackened carcasses. “They even got a big one! We don’t have anything to combat it!”

“Forgetting something?” The Nazi unicorn tapped her horn with a pleased smile that graced her luscious lips.

“Okay Ms Fire Horn! Easy for you to say! Unlike you we don’t have magic!”

“Your magic is in strength.” Bombshell rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe I even had to point that out.”

“Bombshell is just our secret weapon.” I explained. “She’ll cut us a path through their territory.”

The Nazi Officer puffed her chest out with pride, “Ah ja, I’m zee ‘offical’ Wunderwaffe!” She cheered with enthusiasm going into a little accented spiel as she began marching off spouting out a germane cadence.

I followed her along with Blaze.

“Traitors! The both of you!” Bonesaw stomped her hooves angered, not wanting to continue on with this treacherous terrain watching us leave her behind. The nurse looked around her surroundings hearing skittering behind the walls around as she let out a squeak. “Hey! Wait up! Don’t leave me!” She came running letting out a shrill scream as she began balling her eyes out. “Wait!” She begged.

We waited for her to stop overreacting. Once she reached us she hugged my leg trembling. With the added weight to my leg I tried shaking her off to no avail. The mare tightened her grip whimpering.

“Come on, don’t do this now.” I groaned.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Didn’t plan on it.” I answered back. “Now please stop acting like a baby. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“No-no he's right, but please do continue. It pleases me to know how weak you are. To see you grovel in fear, it's no wonder you gravitate to Hunter, why? For comfort? Does he bring you a sense of safety? Because he simply saved your life?” Bombshell smirked. “Funny how I had almost shot you two days ago and we are considered allies once more. It's really pathetic.”

“Sadistic much?” Blaze raised a brow.

“What? It’s true.” Bombshell scoffed. “Would have blown her brains out if it weren’t for Hunter taking her as his servant.”

“Wait hold on, ‘servant’?!”

“No! Not how it went down! I thought we were over this?!” I groaned some more. “I made her a companion and ally to aid me on my quest.”

“Which is?” The unicorn inquired.

“To find and destroy the Dark Ones.”

“Dark Ones?”

“Mutant Humans. My kind that has been genetically altered by radiation… as far as I’m aware. Forced Evolution that made them all wrong. Darkened skin, lanky slender build, and with the power to make anyone who comes into contact with them go mad. Which is something I wonder about even now as I’m talking to you all. Because it is not possible to meet talking ponies, dragons, or even griffins.” I listed off the extent of the strangeness.

“I guess the same could be said for us meeting a human.” Blaze nodded. “Heard about your kind in ancient mythology.”

“Yeah… and about saying you were a dragon…” Bombshell punched my leg making me recoil. “You dick.” Her face was red from embarrassment. “Still can’t believe I believed you.”

I jumped up and down to relieve the pain in my leg. “That was uncalled for!”

“Really? I didn’t know he existed until just a few days ago.” Bombshell mused.

“Yup, most of the ancient artifacts around Equestria were made for his build.” The griffin pointed at my figure. The use of claws. Just look at his hands and the rifles we hold. It just makes sense you’d use a finger and not a hoof.”

Both unicorn and griffon eyed their weapons triggers then looked at me. “True.”

“Would also explain bikes.” Bombshell chimed in.