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.