Spike Loves a Nazi

"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.