Spike Loves a Nazi

Chapters

Chapter: 2 a Tour of Paris
Chapter: 3 Griffons Hideout
Chapter: 4 Barfight
Chapter: 1 the Platoon in Prance

Chapter: 2 a Tour of Paris

"Spiiiike, Spike? There you are, I need help with- WHO IS THAT!?"

"What are you talking about twili-ARHHH!!!"

Across spikes bed laid a seductive Rarity, wearing her Nazi uniform with the leather looking even shiner and tighter than before, before spike could think anything, Twilight yelled.

"Get out of there Spike, she's evil"

"Or you could stay in bed with mua and snuggle hihihi."

Rarity gently places herself on top of spike, immobilizing him and making him blush forcing him to sigh out of pleasure.

"She will only use you for the Nazi empire, don't give in Spike, you have a mission."

Rarity turns her head towards Twilight Sparkle, her eyes glow dark red in fury where the once white marble floor and walls turn into a red and and black carpet filled room with angry posters of unicorns and pages of books fell from the celing and set ablaze. The banners of the Nazi empire appear on each corner of the room, Spike mainly is shocked to see twilight vanish into air, with no trace he hears Rarity.

"Now, where were we..."

"No!"

Rarity leans onto spike and kisses him on the lips, Spike starts kissing back and grabs Rarity in the now blood red bed.

"Argh, I can't love you!" I woke up in a hotel room, with white bed sheets and no sign of Rarity, the sunlight cracks in through the weak curtains, I got up and opened my window, revealing the beach where I left my boat in the distance, and my friends I abandoned at the restaurant due to Rarity inviting me to join her. The hotel was up high, the whole town of Bojack got higher the further away you got from the water. The houses only showed their roofs and windows, some having posters of the current rulers, others were broken from explosions and shrapnel, despite what the Nazis did to this place, it was beautiful, almost like they couldn't remove this view the town had, but that didn't matter, what about my friends, what about Twilight, she must be worried sick, I'm scared, what do I now?

"Guten morgen Drache !" A loud voice shrieked from my door of the brown and white room, a mare with a Nazi officer's uniform stood by the door. She had a bright yellow mane and blue eyes, a nice silver sword was on her left flank, and her hat was the same of all the other officers from the party I went to. It was a party, Rarity told me so, why would she lie.

"Urr, guten tag morgen....Einhorn? I sounded like an idiot, but she didn't know I learnt Bearman just a month ago, she just glared for a moment, but seemed to enjoy that I called her a unicorn. One of the first things I learnt in the war is that the Nazis took pride in the race, they would stop in their tracks just to compliment themselves.

"Kommen sie jezt, wir müssen frühstücken unten!"

"Jawohl, err?"

"Sabrina, jetzt sei kein wichser und beeile dich sofort!"

After what I did in that in that bed I deserved to be called a wanker, I cleaned my room and headed downstairs for breakfast. While going there I went a down a hallway where each door I passed had a very Bearman name, Sven, Wilhelm, Hans, Sofia, Sabrina and Aryan, what the fuck, who was called Aryan, what is an Aryan. I went down the stairs and entered a large circular room filled with chatting and black uniforms where about each table took about 3 or 4 ponies, Rarity was sitting alone with Sabrina near by, I didn't even blink when I walked to Rarity and sat next to her.

"Who allowed you to sit next to me Dragon?"

"w--what?" I responded in shock, almost forgetting who I was talking to.

"Oh Spike, lighten up I was joking, how was your sleep, did you dream anything nice."

shit, I can't tell if she knew, Nazis are sneaky. She might be testing me, the sweat in my bed sheets could double as a lie detector.

"I dreamt of Moondagascar, Lunas island, it was very hot and I'm admiring the view."
my eyes almost starred at her flank, what was wrong with me, I couldn't help it, my thoughts spilled like a broken pump, before she could say anything a pegasai waiter approached our table and spoke

"Are you two ready to order?"

The waiter didn't seem to care for dragons, maybe he didn't want to get into trouble.

"uh, yes I'll have the strudel with cream and some coffee, and the dragon....would enjoy a small portion of hay fries, extra crispy!" How did she know, oh well, not like I had a choice in that anyway.

"So how long have you been in the Dragon force, who designed your array?"

I almost said spitfire, the most equestrian Nazi hating pony in existence, but I said.
"Aryan!, she designed them, and as founding member I hold the confidentiality of my platoons age."

"She doesn't usually get involved in fashion, but she did assist with my uniform, very tricky fabric."

"what's it made of ?"

She blinked, almost sweating, and quickly purred back "oh, you don't want to know, all the boring fabric details, maybe some other time, but when did Aryan make your uniform darling?"

Rarity was really trying to find out the age of my fake team, or maybe my age, this was strange but I did like the way she was thinking. The room got quieter, where a piano could be heard in the distance, and the chatter was replaced with elegant chewing, before she could corner me again, the best waiter in the world had served all the Nazis in one trip and held our breakfast with his wings. His hair was a little rough, but still presentable, and his cutie mark was a silver dish cover on a stand.

"Thank you sir." I said with joy, the waiter just shrugged and walked off

As Rarity and I ate our food, I realized that no one beneath a a Sargent was in the room, where the hell do they keep the rest, there must have been hundreds last night.

As I entered Rarity's car, we drove away from Bojack and headed for Paris, she didn't say why, but I wanted to join, I don't want to loose her, I think she knew I always take a peak at her appearance, and she enjoyed it. Ponies always starred at the car we were in, this metallic black behemoth vehicle stretched out more than 6 ponies, and the wheels where tougher than manticore tails, some other cars who were following us had to stop and find another path. A lot of the roads we drove in were damaged due to attacks from the equestrian military, sadly no Nazis were harmed in the process.

Despite the poverty and bleak houses of every village we passed, the ponies seemed so joyful to see us, as if we were heroes driving into battle to save lives, but some older ponies never stood up and barley smiled, they just sat and watched us drive past. But the thing that was consistent was always a lack of griffons, the loud Bearman voice of Hoofler roaring in the streets, and propaganda music filled the streets while Bearmans yelled on occasion, gonna cleanse this, gonna heal that, blah blah.

Rarity sometimes waved back to the fillies and gave one a pin with a unicorn on it, the foals smile could cure the sickest pony. After about three hours of driving we arrived in Paris, the streets were polished with the monuments well preserved for a war, and the houses had more spirit than before. With less red and black everywhere I felt refreshed, we passed the horseshoe tower that looked more like a thin metal pyramid piercing the skies, I've only saw it in pictures before, but what we were about to see wasn't as eye soaring, we stopped in front of an art gallery and entered with 50 troops and dozens waiting outside, this was getting creepy.

A few families of earth ponies and unicorns looked at the pictures, immediately once we entered the griffon section of the building the Nazis started shooting and spraying on the paintings and statues.

"What do you think you're doing" I spat with rage and almost showing a sign of betrayal.

"Why these pictures must be destroyed and removed from this museum a once, they ruin the true art that must be saved from this griffon loving country" Wait, what, did Rarity say save, what were they saving, and were would the saved paintings go. Please tell were not here to steal ancient art.

But Before I thought any further Sabrina entered the room pushing a metal box with a lid that opened where cold air came out leaving an eerie smoke. She grabbed me and gave Rarity a list of Paintings to steal, I nodded and followed Rarity to the next room.

As I was walking behind her, I realized how well primped her tail was, and her hair, most of the Nazis didn't bother, only the uniform was frantically tidy, but she looked gorgeous, was it the hair, that she stood out from every pony else, maybe her hooves that always wore tight black leather, or was it her flank, so white and fluff, so perf-

"when your done eyeing my plot you might want to admire the art, we won't see it a while...unlike mua" she whispered the last part, embarrassed or not, she was completely right. I should have looked more at the art. But I did focus on one painting before it slid into that metal box, the Mona Lisa, drawn by the famous Leonardo hay vinchi, how by Starswirls beard did he draw that as an earth pony, he did take inspiration from powerful magic, so maybe that helped him.
The painting, despite old, was well preserved and gave you a warm feeling, a sense of hope, maybe there is hope for the Nazis to stop, I'm sure not all think like Hoofler. Sweet Luna's moon I'm sure Rarity wasn't as evil, only the cane is made of pony skin...NO I wont side to this, she's turning me into a monster.

"Why do you keep that cane, aren't you disgusted by what it use to be?"

Rarity seemed flabbergasted by this comment and smoothly responded. "Spike, don't be rude, the pony who made this was a very kind and gentle unicorn, and besides, who wouldn't want to be held by mua, I never leave this canes sight."
For a moment I was thinking of being that cane, but then I burned that thought next to inflammable Stockholm syndrome I was devolving.

As we waked out of the Gallery things looked like a tornado went through the art, the ones that weren't saved, were pilled up into a corner catching fire, making said room next to unbreathable. I was thinking of helping Rarity through the room that took thirty seconds to walk through, but she had a spell encasing both of us and as we passed the soldiers saluted us, or perhaps just Rarity. I didn't want to test if I was immune to smoke, the coats on the Nazis looked rough and damaged, dragon or not, the short exposure to that would hurt and cause damage, one of the most relaxing places to trot in Prance and it looked like a war zone, it only took an hour, Sabrina was running past us into the street.

What have they done, Paris was covered in red and black banners and posters, the once near empty streets were filling with ponies and a few griffons who were hiding, some of those trucks were empty for a reason, we were spreading the good news of the master racist cleansing, and I was next to someone in charge of these actions, heck I get woozy near her. I could us pass apartment buildings with SS troops kicking the doors in and screaming and gunshots followed that sound, almost every building had people being dragged out with magic. Very few pegasai were left alone, the ponies who had papers proving something to the Nazis were left alone, the unicorns stood and watched, they didn't even try to stop them, some even cheered. What was I thinking, I was not only in the most comfiest but least comforting car sitting next to my crush, who was a Nazi.

"Get off me, stop this at once!" A griffon being loaded into the truck yelled and disarmed the earth pony trooper, the others assisted the Nazi, and six griffons joined the rebellious one, the troops started firing into the air, and some unicorns held some back with telekinesis. One griffon hit the ground and had several bullets around his body, the blood was only matching the rest of Nazi Paris, one more fell, but only a wing broken, she used her claws to attack and even damage two soldiers, but Sabrina appeared behind the griffon and sliced her in half, even the beak was cut diagonally smooth and at least painlessly.

The rest were held with magic being pulled down but the were waving their claws to anything that got close, one got shot viciously and gave a blood shower to a Nazi, he claimed to be tainted with impure blood, the others somehow got out and ran towards Sabrina and me, the griffon who was sprinting towards the car was angry and clearly wanted to attack Rarity, I slammed the door from my side in the griffons face and knocked her out cold.

They lifter her body and threw her into any truck with space, the other two were attacking Sabrina and Aryan, Aryan bucked the teen griffon in the chest and from the car I sat in I heard the ribs crack, he was coughing and hurling blood, poor thing, they just threw in a random truck filled with non Nazi fit citizens, the next grabbed Sabrina sword and forced her to dodge her own weapon, she was actually deflecting some of the bullets from the soldiers firing, even killing one with a clean shot in the eye.

Suddenly the Griffon was lifted off the ground, she started wailing the sword back and forth in panic trying to avoid anything, but the cane of Rarity tapped her shoulder making the griffon turn and CRACK, the face of the griffon was scrunched into a putty like shape, with the griffon dead, rarity retracted the claws back in and the dead bird's face and the sword fell to ground, Sabrina use her horn to pick up the weapon, I couldn't tell if she did that due hygiene or....oh, who am I kidding.

Rarity lifted the bloody cane back to her and the silence of the attack ended by Aryan yelling.
"Bleibt in eure Wagen, sonst werdet ihr Geiersupper sein......na los far schon Sven, du Idiot!"
The truck driver panicked and drove away with all the cars and trucks following him, they of course slowed down to let Rarity's car drive in front, was she leading this. I can't believe she killed someone, or that I helped them, we drove around Paris with less relaxing views of the beautiful city turning into a propaganda shit hole, this was too grim. Some ponies again seemed to cheer, this time the trucks were full ponies were cheering, this had no excuse, the world has gone mad.

As I looked that Unicorns pretty eyes and the perfect gems as her cutie mark, oh you guys know I was starring at her plot, I was a bad dragon, by embers tail I'm was questioning where I was going with her this time, and more importantly what the fate of the ponies and griffons in the trucks were, each town we drove up got worse and worse, I had a hunch where we were heading, more and trucks trucks drove away into the sides of towns, I got a glimpse of a camp, my imagination was over. I had a feeling we were heading for Bearlin, which is just terrifying, while I contemplating the journey and starring at my car buddy, Rarity broke the uncomfortable silence.

"You know Spike, I spoke with Aryan this morning and I she informed me there was no dragon force, or that she didn't design you clothes, can you explain this for me?"

Fuck, if I went forwards I'd be closer to Bearmany, and if I went back I'd have the four out of sixteen trucks left to catch me, it was time to think of a lie.

Chapter: 3 Griffons Hideout

As Rarity was catching up to who I was and what I was doing here, my mind was racing. Despite that I was sent to get information on the Nazis moves to stop the war I also couldn't my feelings for her. She must have known by now, but maybe she is unaware of my mission, or where the hay my platoon was. Why did I abandon them, and were even still alive, the could be anywhere in Prance or elsewhere, no matter the case, I had to get serious about finding my friends.

I was able to keep Rarity occupied about fashion for about 10 minutes, Nazis really care about their presentation and intimidation, sadly that trick didn't last.

"Spike, darling, you must tell me the truth now, who are you really working for, and what is your mission?"

"eh, I-I'm Hooflers secret weapon!, and I lov-" I stuck my entire hand in my mouth, praying she didn't know the rest of that sentence. She didn't, but even worse she caught me now.

"You're working for the EQUESTRIANS aren't you, I may not not be aware of all secrets and groups from Bearlin, but I know every weapon of the Nazi empire, you must have been sent here to spy on me and pretend to like me you SICK DRAGON!!! Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill right now?!"

"STOP THE CAR!"

"what?"

As the driver blindly forced the breaks to my order, Rarity slammed her head against the floor of the car, and the driver panicking, being unable to see Rarity steps out and starts waving at the trucks behind. Rarity gets up with her horn denting the floor's metallic red surface, and her mane frazzled, she grabs her cane and yells.

"Oh, it is on!" She pushes the button to release the claws and aims for my face, knowing what happened last time I freaked out and crawled to the front of the car where the driver is signaling the other trucks, Rarity uses telekinesis to swing the cane closer to me with the griffon claws clacking, making an incredibly uncomfortable sound. I grab the cane from her telekinesis and head into the first alleyway with several Nazis pointing at me in front of Rarity's car. Aryan was pointing her gun, and if I wasn't holding the cane, I would have died.

"Geben sie die Waffe zurück, sonnst werden wir schiessen!" Aryan shouted

"Return my cane this instant!" Rarity shrieked in fear, something was important to this cane, I looked at the blackened leather of pony this use to be, and started pressing buttons to see what it did, one side nearly grabbed my belly with it's metal claws. The other, thankfully away from my organs, unleashed a giant beam of orange fiery doom, missing Rarity by about 4 feet up, and exploding the building next to her. With the rubble raining down on the attractive Nazi, the others came to assist her, I ran into the alley and saw a sewer lid which I blasted with my fire, the cane would have been too loud. The lid melted and I jumped in.

The molten sewer lid dripping on my sides melting my uniform was refreshing compared to the smell of this place, but that didn't surprise me, what did was the lack of rats and other creatures that ventured down here, in the equestrians sewers there's constantly roaches and rats and woah, they didn't have alligators, or what was left of it, I passed the humongous skeleton that took up two thirds of the path, maybe because it was sideways, and walked on the semi shit filled path.
I didn't know what the Nazis were up to, but I knew they wanted this cane, not just Rarity, but Aryan knew something about it, as if had something important to them, maybe it was the spell beam that it launched, I've never seen anything like it. The magic seemed much less stable then Twilight's or any other unicorns, that must been why Rarity was sustaining it.

Somehow even though I was stuck in a disgusting place and away from evil, I missed Rarity, this sounds crazy, but a part of me wanted to go back and return the cane, to make her happy. I felt so weak after thinking that, and after an hour of walking I found a dim light in the distance, it was a fire, a campfire.

I ran towards it just for the light source that wasn't a Nazi weapon and saw something relieving, a group of griffons and an earth pony not captured by the master race. One of the griffons approached me with a machine gun pointing at my head.

She had fluffy grey coat that probably white, but the water here didn't do many favors. Her light brown coat and wings looked threatening but far less evil than the SS uniforms, and her yellow eyes showed fear, but hope, or at least a desire not to get caught and caged, not because she's half a bird.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you dragon?" I paused, before I could say stupid another griffon shouted in.

"leave him be, does he look like a threat to you, he's naked for Embers sake!" Oh, what, oh god, my clothes must have melted off, I didn't even realize. "Here, wear these, I found them off another dragon, I know stealing is wrong, but it's not stealing stealing if the person is dead right?" I nodded, it was stealing, but I can't just walk around a sewer naked, that's just gross.

"Fine, but I've got my eye my on you dweeb!" She sat opposite the side of the campfire from me, next to me sat the positive griffon who gave me clothes. She had a darkened blue coat that seemed cleaner that other griffons, a rounder face and white feathers under her beak, around us two more griffons, one younger and probably a teen. The other was old and reminded me of Roger, to be honest if the teen griffon had acne he could have resembled Gizmo, or maybe I was desperate to think of my platoon. The campfire was relaxing, but that didn't cover the smell, some of it was weakened from the beans they were cooking, I was glad to see someone not eating another person in a while frankly.

"Don't mind her, she's rough for self defense and for the group, my name is Gabby, this is Grandpa Gruff, the youngest one here is Gunter, and you've already met Gilda." I waved to her across the fire, she spat on the floor, making an uncomfortably long stare, where the silence was interrupted by the earth pony who hid behind the tent.

"Sorry, I thought you were one of them, the Nazis. I've been hiding here for a while and I get nervous to the smallest things, my name is Silver spoon." The grey mare seemed young to me, but not a foal, she had a grey coat and a cutie mark of silver with a red heart at the top, she must have been fancy, and is not use to this scenario, most ponies aren't to be honest.

I was handed a can with beans and I ate some with caution, they were bland but warm, this made me miss the food the Nazis served, but I have a feeling most SS troops didn't have access to that hotel I stayed in, or that the Nazis made the food.

"I know the food here isn't much, but trust me that it's better what most griffons and ponies get once they're in the camps, we've been hiding here for weeks, what's your name by the way?"

"It's spike."

Grandpa gruff spat his beans and almost shouted "Your Twilight's pet aren't ya?" Was I really just seen as a pet, I did things around her home, like cleaning and sorting, I always saw Twilight as an older sibling, but I responded with.

"I'm her assistant, I helped he-

"I know you from pictures twilight's mother sent me, we know each other from the war."

Everyone besides Gilda looked at Gruff in confusion, all she did was roll her eyes, as if she'd heard this a million times before, they might have been related, but I never asked.

"No no no, the first war, she was on the equestrian side, and we fought day and night. we were all firing from holes we were pony after pony died, not just from bullets but from starvation and disease, it was a toxic atmosphere. Almost no sun shined during this period in our lands, just grey mud and rain everywhere, I was in other wars before that too you know, ones with swords and simpler pistols. Not those toys you folks like Gilda have today." Gilda shrugged and ate some hot beans from her claws, I was almost worshiping my spoon, we were literally hiding in a shit hole, this bird had issues. Grandpa Gruff shortly continued, almost like he trying to remember what happen next, then he spoke.
"As the war stormed on and no side was inching anywhere for months, one night reminded everyone the importance of peace and festivities. On Hearts warming eve, now I don't which side started, but everyone of that battlefield was singing, the silent night one, and even better the next day, we didn't fight each other, we stood out of trenches gun stacked away and played buck ball, the mud wasn't too bad either, and that day I met from the enemies side Twilight's mother Velvet."

"You thought for the Bearmans?"

"Aye, you must know Spike these weren't Nazis, this war was different to any other before, and most people were just confused and trying to stop the chaos, this time we know who's responsible and that they should, neigh, must be stopped. I thought for the Bearmans for 36 years in 3 wars, and this is the thanks I get, hiding in the sewers because I'm a griffon, same counts for ma friends."

"what's that cane your holding Spike?" I could tell Grandpa Gruff knew, he seemed concerned with it, but lenient, probably because I held it, and for once in this moon fucking forsaken mission I told the truth.

"I stole it from a Nazi, a higher ranking one, I barley know what it does, but they seemed worried with losing it."

"In that case you're doing us a favor, do not let them have that cane Spike, I recognize that orange glow, it's dangerous."

No shit, it blew up a building, and almost killed Rarity. I hope she's ok, I'd like to see her again, but that would mean ditching a second group of friendly ponies, or this time griffons, she couldn't be as bad as the other Nazis like Sabrina or Aryan. Wait.

"Grandpa Gruff, what does Aryan mean, t-the Nazi I stole this from had a helper called that."

"My, that's an old name, believe it or not, it's older than both princesses, bless them, before the nation of equestria even existed, they had the three tribes and only saw their race as the best, but some of the unicorns took this too seriously, and started to form a colt of the master race, a.k.a the unicorns. They started to kill and violate anyone that wasn't their race, eventually the queen of the unicorns stopped this and became more lenient with the rest of the ponies, they removed most of the events of this, the Nazis must have recovered a book about them, and blushed, ironic really, I thought they always burned books."

"Spike, I know you want to hear from Gruff all day, but I need to ask you something. If I happen to know the way back into Prance and maybe we could meet some allies, would you join me, they might want to see that cane." Silver Spoon was right, it was likely that they sent in more troops from equestria to invade, not full on yet, I knew it was happening soon though.

I nodded, not sure of the others were going to join, Silver Spoon did the asking for me, not even Gabby said yes, but I don't blame a single griffon to hide, the Nazis genuinely wanted to wipe out their kind, but before I left with Silver Spoon Gruff grabbed my arm.

"Wait fella, take this, it's broken, but ya might meet someone who can fix it, it will help you through these dark times."

It looked like owlicious, only rusty and smaller, I recognized what it was, Twilight did have one of these in her laboratory, but it looked like junk at the time, I didn't know it would function as a sightseer, no really, it allowed you to look into others ponies perspectives, and see what they see, this must have been an older model, since you couldn't feel or see the thoughts of the pony you'd spy on, but if this got fixed, I knew it would help. I placed it in the bag Gruff gave me with some band-aids a canteen with most likely not the best drinking water a pack of kill'em Nazis cigarettes, patent pending to Gilda. I was too young to smoke, but not according to the others apparently, age sometimes is more than a number you know.

We waved goodbye and headed down some tunnels, Silver Spoon seemed to have a strange knowledge of the sewers and which path to go, a lot of times there where multiple choices and only once did she get it wrong. She was also brave considering how dark the tunnels got and from the front they were just pitch black, I used a lighter and the cane as a light source, being right next to Silver Spoon was much better than alone, I always thought she only left now because someone else would be willing to join her, she was most likely a coward alone, she most likely always relied on someone.

After about an hour of walking through the grey waters more and more creatures started to appear in the path, both of us could tell we were in Prance. For some reason there were signs appearing of Prance stated as a free country, this must have been during the revolution, but who stayed down here, I should read more books. We walked a little bit further due to noises that sounded Bearman and even heard some tanks drive by, once the sound faded we opened a sewer lid and smelled fresh air, at last, Silver Spoon seemed particularly relieved.

It was late, around 9:30pm and we saw only two places that were open. One was a Restaurant similar to the one I lost my platoon in, with the same crowded Nazis and cheering and drunk discomforts with some 1000 year ruler ship again, that started to remind me of Celestia after she banished Luna to the moon. The other was a pub with dim lights and much less cheering and a lovely wooden sign that said "the Legless Frog" Both of us simultaneously went to the Legless Frog, opened the door and saw for once, no Nazis.

The Bart tender was clearly Prench and had a rather good looking waitress, no where near as pretty as Rarity of course, there were some soldiers from Lonhoof and other equestrian allies around a table with 6 chairs, the room was darkened and only few windows stayed open to avoid suspicions if the wrong ponies entered, most things were wooden, and old but in great condition, the bar had a large variety of drinks with each rack having multiple colors, one almost making a rainbow of alcohol, a radio was prompted in the corner where one pony was sleeping next it with the static on, I don't know how he slept in that position, or with that sound, as we walked further into the bar, we walked down some stairs into a smaller but cozy section of the pub, where by the booths I saw Fancy Pants, Tempest Shadow and, Applejack?

Chapter: 4 Barfight

"Spike, what in tar-nation are y'all doing here, and where is your platoon" For a while I haven't seen any friends from equestria, and of I course I forced to look stupid, Silver Spoon just stood by the stairs, waiting for her cue, I simply responded.

"I lost them, b-but I was able to get information like Twilight told me to."

"well alright then, sit down and tell us. You can join us too sugar cube." Applejack pointed at Silver Spoon, she went down the stairs and timidly sat next to me, everyone starred at me still wondering what happened to my platoon, what was I suppose to say, that I got distracted by a pretty Nazi with perfect eyes, no, if I was going to do something, it might just as well be this. I got out the cane from my backpack and slammed it on the table. Everyone but Silver Spoon seemed shocked.

"Woah neily."

"what is that cane made out?" Fancy Pants chimed in.

"You don't want to know!" I almost spat in anguish. The entire table shivered, they solved that part of the cane, Tempest Shadow levitated the cane with her red magic and rotated it slowly, as the pressed one button where the claws of the metal griffon popped out in a clanking metal sound that nearly echoed in the bar, the whole table screamed, even Gilda would have shrieked like a filly.

"Wait!" I shouted " the top button releases an energy beam that can destroy a house, perhaps seeing this action can wait."

She nodded and returned the cane to me, as if she thought I was more comfortable holding pony skin, I've gotten use to it, which is not a good thing.

Fancy pants ordered another drink as the waitress went downstairs to see if everything was going well, the ponies running place were unicorns, but clearly far from having a superiority complex. Despite that Fancy Pants was taking most of the attention when she came in, and that the waitress liked talking to him, she was kind to dragons, or to me.

"And what about you sir, will you be having anything tonight?" She asked me with a cheerful smile, as if she ignored how awful things were going Prance and just made the most of what she had, she was charming frankly.

"I'm fine thank you."

"I will have a glass of the Chateau le hoof, if you care to join I wouldn't mind darling." She blushed, and said how she still had to serve the rest upstairs guarding the pub from the Nazis. Despite that Fancy Pants took the credit, he still seemed rather charming, somehow not slimy at all, he was a little like Rarity, only less evil. Fleur de lis was a white unicorn with her cutie mark having a symbol I could only assume was either her name or something fancy, either way the skinny pink maned mare seemed to get along extremely well with Fancy Pants, a well groomed unicorn stallion with a large horn, white coat and short groomed blue mane, his cutie mark wan't visible due to his uniform.

"when y'all are don' flitin' I'd like to get to the matter of business here."

"yes, like where spike got that cane, and whom it belonged to." Fancy pants questioned. I started to get nervous, what in embers sacred scales was I going to say, that I left my platoon to follow a Nazi around Prance I liked and winded up getting lucky with stealing something important. As much I didn't want to, I had to lie, my friends can't know the truth about this, heck my group could be dead by now, the last time I saw them was in a bar full of Nazis.

As I paused around the table the silence grew more uncomfortable, Tempest started to scratch the table with her shoes, making a metallic clopping sound. Silver spoon suddenly stared at the cane, she was showing more interest than anyone else in the room, I swear I heard a gunshot in the distance which made me panic, then I spat, almost breathing fire.

"I S-stole it, from a high ranking hauptpherd, it was stored in a safe which I melted, and I hide it, in...in, this backpack, I hid it there." Silver Spoon knew I was lying, but kept her mouth shut, she was hiding something herself, but I couldn't tell.

"You must gotten lucky, those safes are known to be near unbreakable, you must have quite the breath." I thought Tempest was talking about my smell, but she was complimenting my fire breath in my lie, applejack started to look at my bag, it was a light brown silk exterior and wool interior design with a square shape that fitted perfectly to my uniform which had the same color and my darkened trousers were itching not from anything in the sewers but from it's fabric, thank god.

"whatcha got in that in that backpack of yours Spike?" I poured out the contents onto the table almost spilling Fancypants's fancy wine he ordered, revealing, a few cigarettes and band aids, a semi dirty canteen and the rusted owl. Applejack imminently grabbed the owl and got out a screwdriver to open the hatches mechanics. I walked around the table next to Applejack and saw the guts of the bird, it was so strange, it had green and purple boards layered on top of each other, where the purple ones glowed and gold and brown metal wires went across the whole inside, the head of the owl had a round vertical tape with no film, I've never seen one so small, but I've never seen anything like this, or at least up close. It's claws started to twitch, and the beak on the front started to open and shut repetitively, the wings were flapping and nearly sliced Fancy Pant's cheek, he moved his face back and took a sip of his wine. Applejack closed the machine and the eyes of the bird glowed red and started to play a recording on the wall. Fleur de lis quickly switched off the lights, and dimmed the candles, causing nothing the owl to brighten the room.

I saw Ember, she was chanting and leading an army of dragons and ponies in a trench, she flew up and started to fire at the blimps, I didn't need to see the symbol to know they were Nazis, she was holding a long sniper pistol shooting down target after target, behind embers army was the start of Poneland damaged and under attack, many old concrete buildings were torn in half and the tower of an old church was lying in the town square like a broken canoe, most of the fountain in the middle was covered in rubble and dirt, the water must have cut off for days, and the Nazis should be in the town capturing the last griffons, but ember was delaying them.

The sky was almost black from the steam of the blimps and white strokes of lightning pierced the sky causing the room to go shockingly bright for a second, for old tech this holds up quite well. Ember started to fly into a blimp and disappear from the sky, suddenly the pony next to me in the trenches was screaming and a rustling sound of metal was getting louder, the pony looked up and saw dozens of tanks rolling closer to the land, the mud was dripping from the caterpillar track of the tires, and despite the thick grey mud slowing down ponies and causing them to die in a spread of bullets, most tanks moved on and heading for the trenches, the pony loaded his rifle and looked up to aim for the tanks for a desperate attempt of stopping the Bearman forces.

Suddenly the recording played a blast in the distance, the tanks kept on moving forwards and the pony in the trench went missing, and many more, only a few were hiding on the floor and reloading, one was on the radio calling for backup, only the dragons were next to unharmed in the skies and some further back in another row of trenches, the blast got louder this time, and the first tanks started to enter the trench squashing the ponies around, making them disappear into the mud, you were lucky if you didn't drown and the tank killed you first, the pony looked forward again towards the battlefield to maybe spot ember and re- BLAM.

The loud blast shook the entire room, Fancy pants nearly spilled his wine, and tempest was being held by a startled Silverspoon. With everyone calming down, we noticed the recording ended, and I spoke up.

"what happend?"

"The pony who was fighting must have died, the owl only records what you see." Tempest responded.

"I know, but how did the battle end ?"

"We lost, and the Bearmans control Poneland to this day, the ones who survived were sent to camps or -"

"Spike y'all are too young for this."

Applejack interrupted, I knew Tempest wasn't going to repeat that, and I really wanted to know what happened to ember, if they even knew, I was young, but I deserved better than this. To be restricted from hearing the fate of my exemplar, what in Celestia's cake stash were they thinking. No matter what, Rarity would have told me,

"Then what the fuck am I doing here, in the war, seeing people die for a falling country, what's the point ?"

"to stop evil, and prove y'all selves to be stronger than them Nazi's."

"What about the records, how come most ponies don't know what happened to their families, how will you feel telling twilight that a Nazi murdered and played with the corpse of her favorite dragon." Applejack slammed her hoof, almost breaking the table and stood up saying.

"That's enough spike, you think ah don't know how that feels, I don't know where my brother is, he's been missing for weeks now. We are close to losing, and if we don't continue and look back, we'll never have freedom and peace in any lands, it's up to us to fight it."

Applejack sat back down, Tempest and Fancy pants looked at each other, showing an expression that they've seen her in this distress, I knew I crossed a line, but I didn't care when I was in that dark room, the lack of Nazi paintings was nice, it showed what prance was in it's down to hoof atmosphere, old furniture with rusty colors and a metal spiral stairs going up into the lively pub, it showed a simpler time, where a conversation wasn't a minefield and one could unwind with your'e friends, but the closest friend I had here was Silver Spoon, and she barely talked that night, she was so fucking shy she might have been afraid of her shadow.

"Listen, Spike, you were sent here to investigate and get information on the Nazis. The cane is impressive but is there anything else you know? Our records of troops is extremely vague, do you know anything?"

I knew some things at the time, I knew about the paintings and the camps, I wish I knew more, heck I spoke with a hauptpherd and I have nothing to remember, her hair was so pretty that night, oh fuck, I have a problem.

"I need more time, she's hiding something, and I will find it!" the perfect cover.

"she ?"
Oh fuck

"We have a problem, Bearmans are entering the bar." Fleur de Lis ran from upstairs, Nazis or not, I needed this.

"I'm on it!" Applejack grabbed her revolver from her belt and ran up the stairs with her hat almost falling down the spirals, everyone including Silver Spoon joined.

The six troops who were in the pub turned the big table where they dined and started to fire into the street where dozens of Bearmans were firing rounds into the room, the glass was everywhere but the window it belonged to, bullets shook the room passing by Tempest and Fancy pants as the entered the room and jumped across to the table, it looked much smaller when I first entered, but this fucker took some damage, one troop was shooting at the grenades they were trying to sneak in, causing them to explode in front of the building, sometimes causing rubble to fall onto the Nazis. I couldn't see his cutie mark, but he clearly was talented, his blue mane and scars on his hooves showed experience and imperfection, I hoped he could give us more time.

Tempest was levitating her shotgun, and loaded it with pink glowing bullets, she started firing rounds and it followed with screams and hints of fruity odors entering the room, what the fuck did her magic do, Fancy Pants was also a little odd, he grabbed the weapons of the corpses from the Nazis outside via telekinesis, loaded four rifles and covered his ears behind the chair BLAM, the dark road was filled with light of the arrival of another truck, showing the damage of six dead Nazis, the truck opened with two dozen Nazis, one half was entering the pub, the other was loading up heavy guns.

Applejack fired several rounds into the first two who walked in front of us, the others started to go behind the bar and attack the pub owner, who was hiding by the liquor section, they stared to fire at us, four of our troops were completely ricochet with bullets and died horribly, but quick. Fancy Pants lifted a shield that was yellow and turned into glass, the bullets started to bounce off and hit some Nazis back, many bottles of brandy and cider were exploding, spilling on our enemies, one of the Nazis was trying to ambush from above the table and got head chopped off and placed into the glass chamber applejack and the others were in, I was barley doing anything but getting a rifle and trying to fight back, but the glass blocked everything, after no one dying, two Nazis were still at the booth looking at us, and suddenly a few grenades entered the room, and the Bearmans inside screamed and were chunks of flesh painting the room.

The pub was ruined, not just the drinks smashed, but the room itself was near unrecognizable, broken shards of rubble and wood laid around everywhere with body parts and blood covering half the place. The charm and relaxing ambiance the place showed and had was gone. Several Bearmans started to enter the rubble filled place, they knocked on the glass, not a scratch, one hauptpherd entered the room and pointed at the spiral stairs, two Nazis nodded and went down, she walked around the glass dome, stepping on broken painting and furniture, almost showing enjoyment to walking on the graves of our friends, some were her troops, but she clearly didn't care, she wanted to walk on them, to feel the crunch of the corpses underneath her, I knew evil, but this was on another level.

Suddenly she paused, and starred at Silver Spoon, she was almost laughing, and then exclaimed "Traitor ! "

The pink mare with a purple mane and white lining on the sides had the cutie mark of, crap, she was covering it, I was so use to looking at the flanks of officers, or at least one, this wasn't the same emotion. I was more curious, nothing came close to the beauty of hauptpherd Rarity.

Silver Spoon shrunk onto the floor like a dying puppy, applejack stroked her mane and hugged her, everyone knew why she was so quiet, why she hid herself from talking and the reason she was shier than a beetle in a hornets nest, we knew she worked for the wrong side, but she was clearly not evil, if a Nazi like her hated her, she must have been a good pony.

"they're no one there, just some scribble ling on the wall, what now mrs. tia-?"

She turned around and shot him in the hoof, as the blood spilled and covered his entire hoof, he stood there and waited for orders, while barley standing up. the other solider didn't even flinch. These guys were twisted

"You will address me as Hauptpherd Diamond, NOW GET OUT OF HERE !!"

She walked passed the glass he were still in and went into the street, the bleeding solider walked out slowly with his ally ignoring him, almost showing disappointment.

Suddenly more cars started to arrive, apparently the importance of applejack gave us more attention, two of the six ponies who weren't with us when we watched the battle with ember were still alive, the blue maned grande pony was shuttering, and the green one with a lighter mane was giving up hope. Fancy pants lifted his horn and the glass from the back of the dome faded away and he pointed to the stairs, applejack looked confused as so did most, but he clearly knew something that would help. Despite that we'd be stuck, it was better than walking out to the enemy.

The blue pony grande stallion started to panic and fire some rounds into the street, their heads turned with their eyes glowing red, or maybe I was imagining it, the green pony didn't move and tempest lifted him and dragged him downstairs were the others were ahead, I followed as well, leaving behind the blue pony to fend us off, he saved us that night.

"what in the hay are goin' to now, there's nearly hundreds out there! "

"You may be wanted, but something else lured them to attack in such a ridiculous number" Fancy Pants spoke to Applejack.

"It's the cane, they want the cane back"
Great, the one time Silver Spoon spoke up and she makes me responsible for the death of several ponies.

"wait, where is Fleur de Lis?" I changed the subject with a desperate attempt and genuine concern. Fancy Pants wasn't sad, by tartarus he was grinning.

"She'll be fine" he walked across the room behind the spiral stairs and knocked twice on a tile. The wall moved back and slided to the left raveling a passage way, a square dark but yet warm passage way.

"this way, the writing says she went through here, we should be safe, with her."

I walked to the table where I left my bag and stuff, I packed everything up but the cane, I held that in case of a threat in the future. As I walked back and the group was already in the cave, I saw the blue pony going down the stairs, but he was being levitated, he was being strangled. He was coughing and clenching with his hooves, reaching for his neck and grabbing nothing, only the neck was being held with unicorn magic, he was starting to spasm and sweat like a burning hog until his forehead popped open and spat his brain over the stairs. He stopped moving, and the one holding him dropped the body to ground, making a crunching yet squishing thud.

Rarity spoke "Hello Spikey Wikey"

She was wearing lipstick, I couldn't get her out of my head, and she was wearing lipstick. She looked more beautiful than before, and stairs were just adding to the effect, she just killed someone, and I was admiring her lips, her uniform was black and had medals like last time, she somehow looked brighter and darker at the same time, before I think freely, she spoke.

"I see you have my cane, why don't we be civil and return it, and I promise I won't kill you."

I moved back and covered the cane, her voice rose with elegance and threat.

"This is your last chance, return my cane." This was my last chance, my chance to escape and flee from this war, as I looked to my friends applejack and Silver Spoon, Rarity took a step forward, blocking my view of them, and nearly being at the bottom of the stairs. I started to grin, and my thoughts of running were flushed out by the pretty unicorn in front of me, her lashes fluttering per blink and hooves so polished they could be glass.

I stepped forwards and knelled before Rarity, holding the cane with hands above my head, returning it to the one who I loved.

"why, thank you darling."

"HOW COULD YA SPIKE !!!" Applejack squealed with rage, as Rarity turned her head Fancy pants quickly closed the door, and the wall shut with a rock like thud, she blasted through the stairs melting them, and doing no damage to the wall, the cleing now dripped from metal, some going on my head, but doing no harm, I wasn't certain if it was the love or scales that were blocking the pain.

Several Nazis looked down into the room and couldn't reach Rarity and I down stairs, oh, use to be stairs.
I looked up towards and her and
"Now, where were we?"
BAM, I hit the floor like a sack of rocks.

Chapter: 1 the Platoon in Prance

Love is very complicated, there are so many things that can interfere with your desire to be with someone. The smallest things can destroy a relationship that had years of effort put into place, my love story was during possibly the most violent and horrific war ever recorded in pony history. Great relationships that last require effort, what I, Spike the dragon went through is beyond maddening and insane, I had to fight a war to find love.

That is why I don't want to hear what quarrels other ponies had to go through, next to nothing is worse than mine. No matter how much I try, I can't stop thinking about two things, the war I thought in, and the unicorn Rarity. Sometimes I feel like that's all I do, sometimes I feel as if it was all I was meant to do. Maybe it's better if I explain how I fell in love with a Nazi.

We arrived in the coast of Prance in the town of Bojack, I was with four other ponies in a small Platoon sent to investigate and find plans from the Nazis in Prance, I had my friends Roger, a grey earth pony stallion with a short mane and some scars from previous wars, a little old, but tough as a bolt, his knowledge was going to assure the team not failing.

Gizmo, a light brown earth pony stallion in his teens covered in spots and was skinnier than anyone I knew, a technician who is able to fix any device and weapon within his knowledge, he was weak as hell though, and Lyra and Bon Bon, who were so close together I always thought they wanted to sabotage the team. Lyra was a Green unicorn mare with a harp for a cutie mark, and Bon Bon was a bright yellow mare that the had the cutie mark of candies, I didn't understand why they were sent to this team. The only reason they sent me was due scarce resources, and Twilight didn't want me to go, but it was either that or Thunderlane's brother, I couldn't live with sending a foal to die, I may be a young dragon, but I can take much more damage due my scales.

We left the small paddle boat supplied us from Lonhoof and headed into town, it was 9pm sharp, and most shops and markets were closed, most windows were sealed shut and the only source of life came from a loud restaurant with ponies in uniform walking around drunk and cheering about the 1000 year Ruler-ship.
My Platoon was dressed well and looked like basic soldiers for the SS, the savior soldiers is what they called themselves, curers of evil. I on the other hand, looked like an experiment, Nazis weren't known for hating dragons, but I definitely stood out of the crowd. I wore a custom made uniform that looked presentable, they're aren't many dragons in the military, most of my kind migrated when the war started, but...no wings, and I have friends. I just wanted to go back, but home was almost as bad.

The upstairs of the Restaurant was bright, roaring and obnixious, Bearman troops covered the place by almost literal inches, filling the place with a smell of beer and food, and body odor. I was forced to learn Bearman a month before they shipped me to my mission, and the way they talked about Griffons was beyond revolting, stealing bits, eating worms and spreading disease, they even mentioned the Dragon Queen Ember, who thought in the Battle in Poneland to fight off the Nazis, I don't much of this due to documents being burnt and few people making it out of that battle alive, but Ember was announced dead and Poneland fell to the Nazis, she could have stopped so much of the war, but maybe she could made it worse, she had a reputation for being to ambitious.

My platoon walked around the crowd of ponies around tables where games of gambling and griffon racism was involved, we were trying to find an officer drunk enough to spill information about the plans of the SS, thanks to their amazing bravery, they sent me downstairs to the officers quarters, and I got the best outfit, Nazis have a strange liking for fashion.

The music faded the deeper I went down the spiral stairs, passing painting of ponies pointing to the sky where the red background is practically bleeding off the painting, some had hooves with chains breaking and one had a unicorn standing on a floor entirely made out of griffons screaming in agony and dead, at the top it said "unicorns are above, always remember that, death to the Geier. Geier means vulture, not the best to be compared with. eventually the painting stopped with the stairs and a hallway with a red carpet lead to a double door with two earth pony servants. The only lighting was black candles dripping into the carpet leaving a violent color of rage and hatred. The two ponies opened the door and revealing a large room filled with high ranking officers. I miss Twilight.

Each unicorn was wearing a sharp black uniform, with medals on the right side and a thin waist. They all had skulls on their hats where an alicorn was resting above with its wings spread out and the horn almost gloating from it's user. The black boots went so high up they almost reached their flanks, and some of the cutie were visible depending on how they wore their uniform, I'm guessing they want to show their talents, but most of the cutie marks they had twisted my scales. One had a heart shape with a swastika in the middle, how the hell do you get that as a cutie mark, but it only got worse. Two more had a cutie mark of a beak being crushed by a nutcracker, and a ray gun vaporizing a bird, what did these ponies do before the war.

I walked around the room seeing nice leather chairs, the round room had a center fire place with books burning inside, it almost felt like a party, but it was too calm and creepy. This used to be a rich ponies library, Twilight would be outraged what the Nazis have done with this room, so much knowledge burnt away. The banners hung down with the swastika and blood red background, most ponies were holding drinks and talking, I could hear them much better this time, the only music was calm Bearman violin music playing in the distance, and a cello. I was starting to get nervous about my surroundings, and my friends upstairs waiting for me to return, I don't know how much longer I-

"Who is that?" I almost yelled interrupting the conversation right next to me. The Officer, while looking suspicious, responded.

" Das is Hauptpherd Rarity, she is one of the highest ranking unicorns this evening, don't even try talking to her lizard !" I walked on towards her, she only got more beautiful with every step, her purple mane was curling and flowing like molten chocolate, her eyes sparkled so much her looks were almost blinding, and her flank...well she had the best cutie mark by far, just three baby blue gems around her round-

"What on earth kind of dragon are you?" the pretty mare asked me.
I was stunned, I think my heart was pumping so fast it could run a blimp, I stuttered and said

"t-t the p-p-p-purple...wingless kind ?" She blinked, then purred

"You have no wings, then how would fly away from your problems, ahahaha." Two more ponies from behind her laughed with her, almost like they were forced to make this noise and make her look more ominous. Were they just listening to everything and acting desperate to leave a nice impression? She was the only pony in the room who had a cane, it looked specifically modified for the unicorn. the top was a metal gem that resembled her cutie mark and sometimes glowed blue from her magic, as if she wanted to restrict something from escaping, and the smooth leather black continued down the cane until the bottom had three metal griffons claws sticking out hideously, I stared at those claws.

"Oh don't worry darling, those are not real, I can hide them if you feel nervous." She pushed a button that caused the claws to retract into the cane like a vacuum, all that was left were claw marks on the red carpet, I could a see a soothing brown creaking through the blooded red, reminding me that this place didn't belong to evil. She then stepped forwards covering the brown with her hooves and pointed at my jacket.

"You're too quiet, talk about this outfit your wearing, is it a new uniform for the troops, or should I report you darling ?" What was I doing, I was simply starring at this mare, I completely forgot I was on a mission and I could only think how pretty she is, I shocked my head and quickly spat.

"I'm part of a specific task force for the mighty master race"

"HEIL!!!" every pony besides Rarity yelled out in pride.

"Which one? Rarity asked, almost eager to bust me.

"I'm the captain of the dhf, the only and most elite dragon hunting force, my crew is on the hunt for griffons and melting the ice in the winter lands for our fine troops"

"Then why are you here?"

"The same reason were all here, us ranking officers need a break from all this struggle of work, I needed a break"...
If she wasn't on a break as well , I would have been busted.

"Well of course we do, this mane doesn't groom itself you know, and not to mention the fun I miss of shopping, us unicorns need to look our finest you know, some ponies like to add a little flare to their appearance, like mua." she points at a grinning younger grey unicorn with his hat having griffon feathers "I heard Claus Von lantern wears his uniform that's custom made from real pony skin.

I may be distracted by her looks, but that is simply wrong, wearing another pony, wearing a friend or a relative. What if i wore a dragon skin. I quickly asked while hiding my disgust

"Is your uniform made out of pony skin"

"Oh good heavens no dearest." She responded. Thank the dragon lords she looked shocked, and then "Only the cane is." Of course, she's a Nazi, I was starting to develop feelings for a Nazi, a pretty one I'll admit, one with perfect hair and a lovely coat and fantastic eyelashes and I'm going to hell for this. Stop this ! Stop this !

We kept on talking for about an hour and a half with her, mainly fashion and partly how unicorns are the best. Whenever she mentioned the "master race" she sounded unnatural. After about 20 minutes I was so mesmerized by her I forgot my platoon even existed, once all the unicorns left Rarity asked if I wanted to join, I didn't even need to breathe for this, she really did take my breath away, I went into her car a seat next to her and drove off into Prance, I was hoping the leather wasn't pony kind, or the chairs in the broken library, I'll just think of her. By the time we reached the sleeping quarters I realized what I have done, where the fuck am I ?

Author's Note

I wrote this because I always enjoyed spike and rarity's friendship, and due to amount of Nazi related mlp pictures I thought that this would make a weird idea, one that hopefully works well, I have to go now sorry.