Reaganomics

by Lerd_Gamer

Rating: teen
Tags: Death, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Tragedy, Queen Chrysalis, Profanity, Random, Violence, Princess Celestia, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2650

Oh no... look who's back.

"My Fellow Americans, it has come a time where we must finally act out against the evil empire of this world. Or more so, the evil pact that seeks to destroy democracy as we know it. The Changelings and the Soviet Union along with the Warsaw Pact of the Eastern Block. Now, though, I suppose we can call it the 'Whole' Block, as it seems to have become all that is bad to be blamed on the whole pact, and also that being in the sense of two meanings for 'hole'." Reagan, the man the myth, and the legend is to bring about the doom of the Changeling-Soviet Pact. The Rapture is upon them all. (Equestria is the equivalent of Great Britain in this one shot)
(AND YES, the image is done poorly for a reason, it's meant to be.)

Published 2019-06-16 11:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-16 11:40:01 UTC

Forgive Me For What We Have Done

Queen Chrysalis's POV

Why.

Oh Mother, WHY!?!

It hadn't even been a few moments and I could already feel the effects of the high powered bomb. I believe the humans called it the H-Bomb, but it doesn't matter. Not for long. It was a large flash, then the somewhat smaller light that was seen through all walls. Now, the wave had hit, killing many of my children not within the deeper depths of the hive. The spire of the hive reached high, and it was to give the enemy the idea that the throne room is up rather than down where everything else is. The shrills of my children's agony was all that was left before the roar of the wave passed above, loud enough to leave most of my baby's ears bleeding or deafened.

Lt. Colonel Kilgore's POV

"HAHAHAHAAA, look at those bastards burn! i can smell it from here. God, it's better than napalm in the morning. I love a good nuking in the evening!" Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore held an expression of pure joy as the Hydrogen Bomb's light reflected of his special aviators, which he used so he could view the explosion. The radioman standing beside him had a single tear roll down his face before the rest of his eyes burned out from staring too long at the glory in front of him. The ground shook with such strength that it made the radioman fall straight on his ass. "Matter with you son, stand your ass back up. We're getting ready to move in."

One of the men off to the side look at the Lt. Col. like he was a psychopath. "S-sir, the blast and radiation is still too great to move in for a very long time. It would take years till-" the Corporal was stopped as Celestia took a step next to him and lit her horn. A few seconds later the explosion was gone, along with the blinding light, and all traces of it being there were gone. Except for the massive crater left by the huge damn H-Bomb. "Ok, well guess I won't be seeing the Galley today then."

One, full day ago. Reagan's POV

Ronald Reagan, President of the North American Equestria, the new founded 'U.S.', was kicking in his sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, a frown on his face as he talked in his sleep. "NooO, noOoo. Mr. Gorbachev, i Don'T like waLLs. TeAR it Down. Meester gorBachev, tear doWn this waLL or your GRouNDed." He then promptly awoken by a knock on his door. "Mr. President, it's time to wake up. Your meeting with the Equestrian leaders is due within the next six hours, sir," the Vice President, George H. W. Bush, said. He knocked again after not getting a response before opening the door and walking over towards the curtains to draw them.

"Noooooo, just five more minutes!"

"Mr. President, we do not have five minutes. Please get up and get ready, we have a busy day ahead. Your clothes are already pressed and ready for you on the hangar to the right of your nightstand." Reagan sleepily looked to his right a saw his clean, black suit had been finely pressed with the lines very visible. With a quiet grumble, he got up and did his routine of cleaning up his hair and teeth. He took a short, but thorough shower, and then put on his suit with a black tie bow tie. "You look very well dressed, Mr. President," his recently wed wife, Modest Mane, said from the other side of his bed.

It would be best to do a short description of what happened. Reagan and George H. W. Bush showed about 5 miles outside the Crystal Empire three years ago. They would have froze to death had not Shining Armor been on a scout mission, thankfully taking them in and, with Cadance, nurturing them back to health. Before they popped into Equestria, the Doomsday clock had struck midnight on Earth and all Hell went loose as M.A.D. went into effect. It was assumed that all had died, including their loved ones, for their was no way to truely tell. After they had gotten over this fact and talked more openly with Cadance and Shining about their world, they were given a piece of the land outside of the blizzard effects.

It was roughly about as big as half of Appaloosa and with weather conditions similar to those in Washington D.C. as George put it. Roughly 2,500 subjects of Equestria and the Crystal Empire, with the rare griffin, moved to the new nation and were astonished at how fast it grew to become popular and flourish with life and growth. Both economically and civilian wise, it somewhat reminded Reagan of the Baby Boomer time period back from their home. Only three months after the establish the new country had more humans showed upon, but all coming from between 1890-1987 America. With this brought about the technology long thought gone from home.

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Ok that wasn't what this fic was made for, we going to wind that clock back to the more entertaining stuff.

*VHS winding noises*Meeting with the Royals, 22 hours before the Rapture

Reagan and Bush walked into the room, looking like someone wanting those fryers revved because someone was sure hungry. Except, they would be needing their leg, because the face the Royals gave told them this was serious. "Mr. President, Vice. Thank you for coming to our Ted talk. We have an emergency, so sorry to call the meeting early," Celestia said with the utmost serious face. Reagan and Bush looked at each other before sitting down quickly. "This is a matter of National Emergency, as I have stated, and must be handled as such. The Changelings, as I am familiar that you know about, have taken a treasonous act against the crown of Equestria." Celestia looked down with tears in her eyes. Luna continued for her.

"They have done the heinous act...of booping the snoot of a Princess in Court. Not to mention, they have also booped mine. This is not tolerable and must be-" Luna promptly stopped as she heard hearty, full bellied laughter across the table. Reagan was red in the face and George was no better. "Gentlecolts! This is a very serious matter, it is a very serious crime to boop a Princess in the middle of Day/Night Court!" She continued to stare at them in disbelief until the finally calmed themselves. What Cadance said next made them quickly stop though.

"They have also teamed up with another country, who just a little...red. I do believe their name was, oh what was it. Oh! Yes I remember, the Soviet Union." As Cadance finished, a faint screech could be heard saying 'COMMIES!!!! REEEE!' from a bald headed General. Reagan's stone cold face had given the Princess's a little bit of fear, fo they had never seen Reagan like this.

"And i don't suppose they have connections to them from our world directly, otherwise we would have been able to peer into our world, so unless they magically put a wall up that allowed us to not get through, they must be getting Soviet humans on their side." Just the thought of one of those accursed walls gave him shivers, but he never showed it. Only the power gaze of calm anger that resided inside all Americans who stand against the Red Menace. "Well, it seems one Evil Empire has teamed with another," Reagan turned to Bush,"I guess it's time to test 'The Bomb' on these communist sympathizers. What do you say Bush?"

Bush simply smiled,"I couldn't agree more, Mr. President." He suddenly thought of something, something that might put a wrench in their plans. George H. W. Bush thought of the civilians within the area, quickly turning to Celestia and Luna. "Wait, are their any innocents? Any civilians or prisoners?"

Celestia looked at him with an odd glisten in her eyes. "No, none at all. If any of my ponies do, then they have been drained and killed by the hive nearby." It was an odd feeling, but Bush and Reagan could feel something...off by how Celestia said that. As though she was lying, devilishly so, but they would trust her for now.

15 Hours before the Rapture

"Alright boys! Load your guns, stow the gear, and shake them Napalm cans, because we got orders! Some pretty hefty orders to be precise," Colonel Custard, the first griffin officer, stated. His men of the 7th Cavalry Huey squadron gathered around him.

"What this time? Pissing duty, we already do enough kissing from the rear, they want the front done too," a door gunner, Sergeant Dornan, said half ass jokingly to the Colonel. He gave the Sergeant a death glare, but backed off and smirked.

"Well, all you had to do was ask, Dornan. We would have been plenty glad to help ya there." Everyone around him started snickering, so Dornan backed off. "Anyways, we got Presidential level shit coming up, so I want this done precisely. No fuck ups. We are currently in Deafcon 2, which means shit is going to hit the fan soon if we don't go and fix whatever mess is out there." As the Colonel was about to continue, alarms were being sounded, signaling their departure is due now. They all loaded up fully with soldiers and took off.

Badlands, 6 hours till the Rapture

Guns. Loads of guns. Nothing but guns, so many in fact that the British probably don't have enough to even come up to the level of weapons at play right now. Hueys left and right, FoBs being established near the tree line, and F4 Phantoms above ready to rain literal Hell on the enemy. The smoke of cigars and pipes filled the HQ tent within the area. Victory was assured, and Reagan made sure of it.

Chrysalis's POV

"Mmm, how wonderful of a tale that was, my child. Thank you for your time, I did enjoy it," Queen, well Mother at the moment, Chrysalis said soothingly to one of her more innocent children. Her name was Crystalline, born two years ago and among one of the most creative minds in the hive. Only being of adolescence for a changeling, she was growing very rapidly mentally, and that was the reason Chrysalis took her under her more personal hoof. Not like she treated her subjects nor nymphs poorly, but she had taken personal care of Crystalline to be the Heir to the throne for when Chrysalis grew too weak to rule.

A changeling sentry quickly rushed into the room in full panic mode. "MY QUEEN! Their are large numbers of humans lining the forest! What shall we do? Do we strike first," the changeling said in a frantic voice. Chrysalis hurriedly walked over to her subject and calmed him with a hoof and shh.

"Shh, it is fine. I should have expected Celestia to call for Reagan in this circumstance. How strong do their forces look?"

"My Queen," he started, only for his fear to grow ten fold," they outnumber us and out arm us. We stand no chance less we retre-"

"NO!" Queen Chrysalis shouted."We will not hide like cowards. If death is eminent-inevitable, then we stand till the last of us are dead. We will not go down as traitors and cowards." Chrysalis would not know how much she would regret that until the battle began.

1 hour before the Rapture

"CAPTAIN, I WANT A DAMN NAPALM STRIKE ON THAT TRENCH NORTH OF ALPHA-1 NOW!" The Colonel was having none of this, these changelings were putting up too much resistance, but nothing stops napalm.

"COPY THAT, COMING IN FOR A RUN. DANGER CLOSE! The roar of the Phantom jets above came in. The release of the napalm bomb, then the sweet satisfying sound of gasoline gel igniting could be heard. Along with thousands of cries of pain, and the smell of gas, ozone, and burning flesh and carapace. The screams would be enough to make a few greenhorns have trouble sleeping at night. Their voices two toned and writhing with agony as their throats and lungs burned to only leave a gurgle and curled up, frail husk of a changeling corpse. "DIRECT HIT, COMING IN FOR A HIT ON THE SECOND TRENCH LINE NORTH EAST OF YOUR POSITION. ANYONE NEARBY, DANGER CLOSE! And only for the same results as before, but now with a deafening roar as a giant beast fell under the effects of the 'Eternal Flames'. More and more, the changelings kept pouring out the more they seemed to be close to capitulating a side to open up a weak point for a push.

"Damnit, we NEED that H-Bomb NOW! Where the Hell is the approval for it at when you need it," Colonel Custard said has he did another sweep with the Huey, allowing for the other side gunner to open fire while he scouted for any needing evacuation from the area.

"TO ANY AND ALL AMERICAN OR EQUESTRIAN FORCES, RTB TO THE NEAREST TRANSPORT BACK TO BASE. ALPHA WARHEAD HAS BEEN ACTIVATED AND IS DUE WITHIN ONE HOUR. EVAC IS REQUESTED TO ALL FORCES!"

"Ask and you shall receive. Ask and you shall receive," the Colonel said with relief. "ALRIGHT, LET'S GET OUR BOYS AND GALS BACK HOME SAFE!"

Mere moments from the Rapture

Reagan looked down at the red phone he had just used not but a little over half an hour ago. He sat staring at it while his wife rub his shoulders with her hoofs, comforting him. "It's ok, Reggie. It was for the better. It'll all be over soon," she said soothingly.

"I know, but I can't feel as though I just did the worst possible thing. I can't shake the feeling that Celestia was holding something from me," Reagan said with a bit of doubt and bits of regret. "Well, this was inevitable. Not a single communist will get past me, nor the populace."

"I know, I know."

At the Hive

Damn it all! Chrysalis had been sitting on her haunches, going over how many she has lost. Too many. Too. Damn. Many. Over 3.70 million of her soldiers gone, now having to expend engineers and other such to replace them, though they won't last long with that infernal 'Eternal Flame' the Americans use. We CAN NOT continue fighting like this! I have to find a new way to attack...or a distraction for a quick, tactical retreat. It was an option, but she was too stubborn to chose that right now, only if she lost more than 5/6 of her children would she consider that option. She heard the battle outside calm more and more. She needed to know what was happening.

"My-my Queen. They are retreating! They run from us for they can't break our-" All communication was cut as a rupture ten folds of that of a sizeable earthquake suddenly shook all she knew out of her brain.

Aftermath

The G.I. soldiers marched forward, eyes front with their barrels of the M16's sweeping with their eyes. Scanning for anything that survived, not wanting to risk a surprise. "Well boys we did it, communism is no more," one said, casually walking with his M16 shouldered. That was till they spotted Chrysalis, holding Crystalline in her hoofs as her child's flesh peeled of onto the ground. She was sobbing, not caring as she was surrounded.

Author's Note

I left the ending the way I did in case, in some rare occasion, someone is interested and wants to make a spin off of this mess. Well anyways, sorry for being a little graphic, here's this short story for you folks. So uhm, hope you enjoyed!

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yeah. ._.