Grey Tiger

Meat and blood, which is my favorite treats.

Meat, I love it, but trying to hide the fact that I’m a vampony, a natural one I’d might add, and that the greater population of ponies don’t eat meat and thinks of it as an odd taste and very odd behavior to do. Along with blood. Yes, it’s true that I’m a vampony. Now don’t get me confused with bat ponies. Speaking of bat ponies, they’re being targeted by Anon Poner and his Third Order. I’ve heard rumors of them being sent to these work camps...but I’m not sure if it’s true or not.

I shake my thoughts out of my head...again. I think I’m going to get a headache if I’d continue that.

I’m sitting in the waiting room to General Star’s office. Ready to give her my battle plans that I’ve had had conceived over the last three weeks. My eyes drift from the clock on the wall over to Star’s receptionist, typing away on her typewriter. After a few moments of boredom, I get up and trot over to her desk.

“Yes, uh… Mister…?” She said, waiting for me to respond.

She’s a yellow mare wearing a more ladylike version of a green uniform. And by the looks of it, a brass namepin that says ‘Sharp Cheddar’.

“Revluc, former commander of the Waffen SS Heavy Panzer Battalions.” I said, puffing my chest out, which gives a giggle from the receptionist pony.

“Ha, he hee! That’s too funny…” She sees my harden scowl. “You’re serious? You’re really him?” She said incredulously.

I nod, my scowl lightens.

“Wait, aren’t you related to the Princesses?” She stops typing.

“Yes, I am.”

“Which one? Oh, are you Celestia’s kid?” She said. Oh dear my mother shoot me.

“Yes, that’s correct,” I said irritably. “Anything else?”

She is quiet for a moment, I enjoy the silence. “Yes...”

“That is?” I said as she blushes.

She’s...not looking at my scared neck like everypony else does, or, the scars on my face and muzzle. Instead, she looks at my eyes like… before my scars came to being.

I watch her get up and trot over to my left and looks at me in my deep, dark red eyes. I back step a bit to have some distance between her and I. Oh no! What could she want from me?

“Come with me to my quarters.” She says as she trots away.

So, I gather my things in my magical grasp and follow her down the hallways passing many rooms and offices that used to classrooms. I remember when this school was clean and had had brightly painted halls and rooms. This Prench school was called North Park, now, it’s the Forward Base of Operations for the Allies. After a few minutes of trotting we finally reach the room.

“So…?” I asked, trailing off. “Is this your room or something?”

She turns to look at me, blushing. “Yes, and I want to ask you a lot of questions.”

I give a heavy sigh. “Oh dear Celestia my mother. Anything else?” I said, my head hung low. “Well, you’ll never get a chance to have Celestia’s son answering questions personally to another pony. Mostly you’ll see him command a tank and a whole battalion of tanks and gun your flanks… but, eh, times a changin’.”

I trot into her room, seeing two sets of double stack bunk beds. And two other mares in the room wearing the same style of clothing as Cheddar’s. They’re occupying a round poker table playing well… poker. One of the mares gestures me to sit next to them. I do so. And… uh, they’re staring at my flanks!

I give a cheeky smile. “Uh...hi,” shoot, think me! “Could you make these question quick, I have a huge offensive plan to present to my guard-- erm… I mean General Stardust.”

“He’s a pretty stallion you’ve brought, Cheddar. Is he goin’ to be your date for the Liberty Bond Ball?” One piped up.

“Maybe Swiss.” Cheddar said. Oh sweet my mother.

“I...erm....oh geez. Look,” I said, trying to keep myself from storming off. “I would gladly accept but I’m with a pony. Back in Equestria.”

“She doesn’t have to know or you’ll get one of those ‘Dear John’ letters.” Swiss said cooly. “And you’ve picked such a dreamy stallion.” I blush hard. “And one that kinda looks like a mare at first glance, then go lookin’ down to their flanks then knowing their one of those kinds of stallions.”

“Hey, I keep my mane long to cover the scars on my face and neck.” I said, deadpanning.

“You don’t have to say ‘yes’ you know,” One mare said. “I’m Gooda. And that’s Swiss Cheese, and Sharp Cheddar that nabbed a hot stallion like yourself,” she pauses for a moment, looking around. “Where’s Cream Cheese?”

“I’ll take it you four are sisters?” They all nod. Still, Swiss eyes my flanks.

*** *** ***

An hour of strange questions later and my meeting with General Star a success. The plan will be taken further up the chain of command. And I recieved word of the delivery of my Tiger. It’s such a beautiful piece of pony engineering. It’s like the BMW of the amoured combat vehicles. These...Shermans aren’t very great. Usually blows up in one shot.

As my boots make squelching sounds while I look around these M4s and M5s and their crews that are maintaining them. Poor Cintrus, she stumbles around next to me and I help her from falling into the sticky mud.

“Cintrus?” I asked, looking over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-yes sir?” Responded the yellow mare.

I think for a moment and said “You look cute when you stumble.”

She scrunches her muzzle up and blushies. “Thanks...sir.”

We both continue our trot around the tank yards until we find an odd bunch of thestrals. Bat ponies...so inferior and they’re in uniforms…

“It’s the commander, work harder.” One squeaked. I charge up the bat-winged mare.

“Name and rank thestrals.” I asked, scowling. They start to line themselves up.

“Dark Night, 1st Ltd.” The mare squeaked. Sweating bullets.

“At ease, can’t hear you five that well anyways. Remove all ordinance from the tank and take it back in and repeat 78 times.” I said with an edge to my voice. They start to fumble to follow my command. “And who’s best princess?”

“Celestia! Sir!” They all squeaked at once, grumbling. They panic as two jump inside and start hauling 75 mm shells.

HEAT. AP. HE. HE. HE. HE…. I charged up the mare. “Thestral, how many rounds of AP do you have?”

“We only...have ten rounds of that stuff s-sir. We’re mostly equipped with HE. The sector we’re going to mostly has soft ground targets.” She squeaked between placing rounds on the ground.
I scowl at it hard. Damn thestral doesn’t know they’ll defend that damn city with armour and heavy infintry. “Remove 30 rounds of HE with AP. DO it and do it now! EVERYPONY DO IT TOO!!! Do I make my superior equine self clear?” I bellow.

“B-But the General said w-we wouldn’t n-need i--”

“No! They’re going to have that place fortified! You’ll be slaughtered! You stupid bat cunts don’t know how to fight like a real pony. None of the other fucking bat cunt pony tank teams will live if you go in there without AP because I know they’ll do it. Those enemies followed my tactics. They’re best in the world. So don’t…” I pause, looking at the hot tears streaming down the dark mare’s face. My ears flicker like crazy. Shit! “Did you guys hear that?”

BLAM!

The mare I was yelling at dropped on the ground screaming. A ragged hole through her lower chest. I jump on the winged-mare to put pressure on the flowing wound. “Sniper!!!! Down! H-Hey...shh...look at me...I’m...I’m sorry…”

The mare gurgled underneath me. “H-Hurts….nnnn….don’t let me die s-sir!” I look around for the sniper. I can faintly hear a bolt chambering a new round...but where is it coming fro--

BLAM!!!

A bullet stiches the left side of my neck. “CELESTIA FUCK ME WITH YOUR HORN SIDEWAYS!!” I slam a muddy hoof to my neck to stop the slow flow of my own life blood dripping on the mare below me. I hope nothing else unfortunate happens next.

My guard jumps on top of me. “As pissed off about you yelling at that very pretty mare below you, I still have to protect those perfectly shaped flanks of yours safe. I promised your...hehe...mom that I would...OH!! MY FLANK!!” Another shot echoed and found its home into her ass.

“Haha! That building! They’re in there! The red one with the window open!” Everypony calling out who was taking those three shots and ducking for cover. One pony running over with a rifle in his magic taking aim, then fired but the shot only missed the sniper returned rifle and he gone down screaming.

Another pony taking up arms and with a Bazooka. “Where is the sniper sir!”

“Red building, hundred yards, open window. Somepony draw distracting fire!” Another shot echos and whizzes past my ear. “AH! Fire!” I watch the rocket grenade fly and go in the open window. A bright puff a light and flame shoots out along with the wall, I smile in relief. I look down at the bat pony underneath me, worry and pain were dripping out of her beautiful blue pools and I lean down and kiss her. “Ah kiss to make you f-feel better...oh shit you’re losing blood! Medic! Cinny! Are you okay! Want me to kiss you too?” The mare underneath me widened her eyes and blushing perfectly.

“I’m uh...okay...got shot in the ass protecting you.”

“Well you do have a pretty big and huge and fat ass.”

I raise an eyebrow to her laughing like crazy. “Yeah...it um...hurts…”

“If you two are going to rut each other on top of a mare that’s bleeding out include me.” Dark said blushing. We both get off of her quickly. Four medics trot up to us and put the poor mares on the stretchers and left. One asked me if I was okay. I was, sorta...I kissed a mare...there definitely was something wrong with me...don’t tell my mare back home.