Spike Loves a Nazi

"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.