The Horrors Of War

In the Dragon Lands, Dragonlord Ember stood with Spike on a cliff overlooking the Lands.

"So, there's aliens in Ponyville?", Ember asked.

"Yeah. I mean, well, they aren't really aliens to us, since we've seen them before. Well...I was a dog at the time, and-", Spike said.

"Spike, what do you need me for?", Ember asked.

"Right! I came to ask you and some dragons to come over help protect Ponyville. I...I hope it's not too much to ask.", Spike said, a hint of shame in his voice.

"What happened, anyway?", Ember asked.

Flashback

Spike ran to Ponyville, as Twilight stayed behind to keep the portal steady.

The first Element he saw was Applejack, bucking trees in Sweet Apple Acres.

"Hey, Applejack!", Spike said. The honest mare smiled as she took off her Stetson to wipe her face.

"Heya, Spike. Whatcha doin' here?", Applejack asked.

"Twilight asked me to bring all the Elements of Harmony over up the hill. She's got something to-", Spike said, before a rumble caught his attention.

Spike and Applejack turned to see a massive wave of water flowing down the hill, heading towards Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres.

"What in tarnation?!", Applejack cried. They didn't have time to run, since the wave of water gave them no time to even blink.

Spike was thrown around in the water, gasping for breath and flailing helplessly. He grabbed the nearest thing he saw, which unfortunately for him, was a giant boat.

The boat almost immediately capsized, and Spike frantically climbed up top. He was coughing and gasping for breath, when a wave sent the upside down boat flying.

"AAAHHHHHH!!!", Spike screamed, as the boat he was holding on to flung into the Sweet Apple Acres's bar. The massive boat smashed into the roof, the momentum catapulting Spike away from Ponyville at an incredible speed.

Flashback end.

"And I landed halfway to the Dragon Lands, so I spent all day trying to get here.", Spike said, before drooping sadly. "I just hope I didn't have to hike here for nothing."

Ember smiled, as she put a blue clawed hand on Spike's little soldier. "Don't worry. I'll always help a friend.", she said.

"Really?", Spike asked.

"Yeah, it'll get us dragons some popularity points with the ponies. 'Dragonlord unites dragons and ponies together'.", Ember said, as if they were newspaper headlines...if there were newspapers in the Dragon Lands. "Not too shabby, I'd say."

Spike smiled. "Thanks, Ember.", he said.

"And besides, this is a way for you to meet my new friends.", Ember said.

She walked into a cave, with Spike following her in. Before they could reach the interior, a familiar red dragon stopped them.

"Well, if it isn't the pony dragon?", the red dragon spat.

"Hello, Garble.", Spike said in a deadpan tone.

"We've got other things to do, so move, please.", Ember said.

"Please? Dragons don't say please!", Garble snorted, not budging an inch.

"Really? You just said it twice.", Spike said, smugly.

Garble growled in annoyance. "You know what I mean!", he said.

"Move it, Gagface Garble.", Ember said.

Garble turned to Ember, a glare on his features. "What did you just call me?", he said.

"You heard her. Move.", Spike said.

Garble clenched his fist. "You'll regret that!", he said. He was about to throw a punch at Spike, before something wooden smacked into the back of his head.

Garble fell to the ground, before looking up, rubbing the back of his head.

A human wearing a dark gray coat and black gloves stood over the red dragon. He was holding a Mosin-Nagant M1938. He wore a dark green helmet, and his face was covered in soot. Behind him were several other men wearing the same fatigues as him.

Ember smiled. "Meet my friends, the Soviet Union. Or that's what they call themselves.", she said.

"Zdravstvuyte.", the man said, smiling.

Back in Ponyville

Edward pulled Twilight behind a building, as gunfire ripped through one of the American soldiers.

"How the hell did Germans get here?!", Edward yelled, as he fired off a five round burst with his BAR.

He turned to Twilight, a frantic look on his face. "Why didn't you run?! The Germans would've killed you if we hadn't intercepted their transmission!", he said.

"We didn't know! They were so nice, and, they...", Twilight said, before she thought back to Dieter's strange behavior earlier.

"So that's why his mood changed. They were looking for Americans!", Twilight thought.

"You welcomed the GERMANS?! Dammit!", Edward yelled, as he grabbed Twilight and ran to the next building, just as a Tiger plowed through the wall they were just hiding behind.

A Sherman fired a round that blew off one of the Tiger's treads, as a Greyhound fired its gun at a German jeep.

"I'm gonna kill these bastards!", Edward said, as he jumped up from cover.

"No! Don't kill them!", Twilight cried over the sound of a nearby jeep mounted MG-42.

"Why? Why should I spare my enemy?", Edward growled, as he aimed at a German soldier, who Twilight recognized as Otto.

"Because they're just like you!", Twilight yelled. Edward froze, before Otto tackled Edward to the ground.

"Die!!", Otto yelled, trying to impale the bayonet on his Gewehr into Edward's throat. Edward was clutching the blade with his hands, pushing it away from his neck with all his might.

"You first, Jerry!", Edward yelled. The bayonet was getting closer to his throat.

Edward was about to give in, when a purple aura encased both him and Otto. Soon, the two were floating in the air, the BAR and the Gewehr on the ground.

"Stop fighting!!", Twilight yelled. "You're going to be friends, whether you like it or not!!"

She set the American and the German on the ground, and they sat in silence, before they grabbed at each other and started fighting again.

Twilight used her magic to force them apart, and soon, the soldiers were clawing at each other like an American bully going against a German Rottweiler.

Twilight shook them violently, before setting them down. The two soldiers stumbled around, before falling flat.

"Do you want to talk to each other? Or should I do that again?", Twilight asked.

Otto and Edward glared at each other, before turning to the battle.

"I'd rather fight again.", Edward said.

"Me too.", Otto said.

Twilight smiled. "See? You found some common ground! Build on that.", she said.

Edward and Otto just glared at Twilight. Twilight, sensing some hostility towards her, used her magic to pull the BAR and the Gewehr away.

"OK... I'm just going to put these away.", Twilight said, as she threw the weapons through an open window.

Then a loud explosion jolted everyone and everypony. Everyone had stopped fighting, to see Princess Celestia on the ground, glaring at every soldier and tank.

"Uh oh.", Edward said.

"So, where do we start?", Twilight asked, awkwardly.

Celestia glared down everyone, who was just standing still. "This is enough! I will not have another battle in Equestria!", she yelled in the Canterlot Royal Voice.

Unbeknownst to her, the King Tiger's main gun began to slowly turn on her. She didn't notice its main gun aiming down the back of her head.

Somewhere else

Ember, Spike, a couple dragons, and a Soviet army were walking towards Ponyville, the long way.

There were at least two thousand men, and a hundred BT-7 and T-34 tanks with the few dragons, and it was a very awkward, and uncomfortable walk.

"How much longer?", a Russian asked.

"Not too long. A half hour at most.", Spike said.

"I hope so.", Ember said. "Ponyville should still be standing, right?", Ember asked.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like a battle took place.", Spike said. Suddenly, a boom silenced everyone.

Smoke began to rise from Ponyville's direction, and Spike gasped.

"Uh oh.", Ember said. The other dragons were silent.

"V zaklyucheniye! Prikhodite, tovarishchi! U nas yest' bor'ba, chtoby pobedit'!!", a Russian soldier yelled, as he held up his PPSH-41.

The Russians roared, as they charged towards Ponyville. The tanks rolled past, and soon, the dragons were left in a cloud of dust.

"Oh no! They're going to attack Ponyville!", Spike cried.

"Come on!", Ember yelled, as she, the other dragons, and Spike chased after the battle hungry soldiers.