Heindrich Wolfgang: Saviour or Destroyer?

by Spyderslicer

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Celestia, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Queen Chrysalis, Other, Adventure
Length: 6154

A WWII German lieutenant finds himself in Equestria, teleported from one war zone to another.

A German soldier fighting in Berlin during the final days of WWII finds himself thrown into Equestria. The problem is that he went from one war zone to another. The only difference is the weapons they use to wage war, oh and they're ponies. He is thrust into a position that may change the balance of power. But will it be for the better? Or worse?

First off, this is set in a different universe than my other fic 'The First Battle for Equestria'. If you've read some of that you know I have a thing for violence. This probably won't be as violent, but I make no promises.

This is rated T for a bit of sexual content (No clop) and strong language.

Published 2012-08-27 21:04:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-28 16:15:44 UTC

Chapter 1. Berlin is Falling

This has been something that I started on a few weeks ago. I just recently got what I have to a state I deem acceptable for FIMFiction. Of course, you guys are the judge of that. Enjoy.

Berlin had fallen in to a state of chaos. How had it come to this? When the war was new Göring had said if a single bomb fell on the capital of the Reich he would change his name to Abraham. Had anyone held the Reichmarshall to his promise he would have changed his name over a million times. Back in those days of such triumph, who could imagine Germany going to war with Russia? Not needing to worry about Russia made the takeover of France all the easier. And who could have imagined if Germany went to war with the Slavic pieces of sub-human filth, they wouldn’t knock the country on its side in six weeks or less. Who could have imagines the Red bastards would fight all the way from the gates of Moscow, all the way through their own country, across all of Poland, across eastern Germany and right into Berlin. Who could have imagined the war was over, say of course for the last orgies of blood and death. All of the Fuhrer’s promised secret weapons hadn’t done a single thing to stop Germany’s inevitable and total defeat.

Lieutenant Heindrich Wolfgang and a few survivors were all that was left of their company, huddled in what was left of the old museum. It was one of the many buildings in the museum district. Although everything of value the museum once held had been moved to the G tower; it was a massive reinforced concrete anti-aircraft tower. It was said it should hold for another 10 months, maybe even a whole year. Maybe they would get the chance to see if they were right.

A Russian smg fired a quick burst, which caused something to explode with a crash behind Heindrich. It might have been two or even three thousand years old, but a curator had decided it wasn’t worth enough to take to the G tower. Nobody was going to study it anymore; that was for sure.

Where was the filthy pig with the SMG? Heindrich spotted movement amidst the rubble. Firing a burst from his Schmeisser, he then moved quickly to a new piece of cover. A wild scream erupted from the direction of the pile of brickwork. That wouldn’t lure Heindrich into looking. The Russian dogs were far past being masters of making you pay for falling for one of their games.

Like it matters, Heindrich mused, you’re going to die here sooner or later. What difference does it make? But his training held, along with his pride. He refused to give less than his absolute best, even now; maybe especially now. If the sub-human garbage wanted his carcass, he would make the bastards pay every cent for it.

A few feet from him one his feldwebels was making a cigarette, with what appeared to be weeds posing as tobacco, rolled into a piece of paper ripped from a page from The Armored Bear; the last newspaper to go to Berlin, even the Nazi Party’s newspaper had shut down.

Fredric Hegewald was good at making do with what little was at hand. Like Heindrich, Fredric had been in the Wehrmacht since before the war, he had also survived four years fighting in the east. How long he or the other would be there was a question Heindrich refused to think about.

“Got any more of that?” Heindrich asked hopefully.

“Ja, here sir,” Fredric said passing him his tobacco pouch and a strip of paper.

After quickly rolling his cigarette he leaned over towards Fredric who lit it.

“That is gut,” Heindrich said blowing a small cloud of smoke.

A burst of machinegun fire sounded; a peculiar crackling noise followed. Turning, Heindrich found himself looking at a large oddly colored stone.

“What the fuck is that?” Heindrich asked.

Fredric got up into a crouch to read the exhibits sign.

“Most of it is missing sir, says here something about being part of the navel of the world. Says it was found and brought here around eighty years ago, the Greeks believe it’s a link between multiple worlds. It also mentions that two years ago the man who looked after this exhibit simply vanished,” Fredric said ominously.

“I’ll bet you five marks that a young girl vanished at the same time,” Heindrich said with a chuckle, “but doesn’t that sound great.”

“What sir?”

“A portal to another world,” Heindrich said with a grin.

“If you like the thought so much you should go sit your ass down and pray sir,” Fredric said laughing, “things can’t get any worse right?”

Anything was better than sitting and waiting for Ivan to hoist him up like a prize to be flaunted as they killed him slowly. And after the horrors he had seen and done in their homeland, he couldn’t blame them.

He heard rifle crack, followed by a shrill cry in the distance. At first he thought it was another Russian trick. After a moment he realized that was the screams of a wounded man. He was going to be dead soon, definitely not soon enough for him.

“I guess you’re right,” Heindrich said slinging his Schmeisser, “a brand new world or this fucked up museum, the choice is obvious.”

He crouched low and ran towards the large hunk of rock. Standing up tall and sitting his field gray pants down upon the large colored stone.

Fredric had realized his friend had final lost it. The pressure of war had finally made him snap. He was about to laugh at his crazy lieutenant when-

“What in the-”

One instant lieutenant Heindrich was there, the next he was gone, like some sort of trick from the movies.

“Mein Lieber Gott, der lebt im Himmel!” Suddenly mad hope surged through the Feldwebel. If there was a way out; any way out… What he had said to his lieutenant remained as true to him. How could he possibly be worse off?

He crouched and sprinted towards the stone. Evidently his crouch was too high; he was informed of this in the form of a Russian bullet through the back of his neck. He fell like a pile of bricks into the ground. Barely able to lift his head to look at the stone, his eyes closed and darkness embraced him. The Russians didn’t care about the stone, if they couldn’t kill it or fuck it, what was the point? It wouldn’t even be fun to smash.

That is the first chapter.
Hunter C. Creed

Chapter 2. Saving Royalty

I got nothing really to say other than, read on!

Lieutenant Heindrich Wolfgang found himself in a forest. Sitting on his ass and looking around, his only thought-

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Heindrich said in awe.

He quickly felt himself up; everything had gone with him, all ten fingers and all ten toes. His Schmeisser still hung from its sling at his front along with the four sets of ammunition pouches. His Walther and its ammo hung from his side; he even had his bulky MG34 along with six drums of ammunition, which he had taken from a downed comrade.

The forest was nothing special, the sun was bright and not a single cloud was in the sky. But the fact he no longer had Russian soldiers taking pot shots at him. The fact he was no longer in Berlin. That was enough for him to jump for joy. He heard a scream, maybe it wasn’t perfect.

Unslinging his Schmeisser he jogged over to a bush. Peering through the bush he saw a dirt road. Running along the road was a black horse, following it were… demons?

They were smaller than the horse yet they looked like horses, except that they were flying. Their faces were twisted into evil grins.

Switching off the safety he waited for the black horse to pass. His Schmeisser belched lead; the flying beasts didn’t know what hit them. Dropping in wet thumps riddled with bullets. With all five dead Heindrich stood. Tossing the empty clip to the ground and slamming a fresh clip home; Heindrich was glad he took everything he had with him. He walked out onto the dirt path to get a closer look at his kills.

They were about half the size of a horse, so they were ponies. Except for the fact they had wings, he had never seen anything like it; the only time he heard about stuff like this was in fairy tales; that and Greek mythology. One was still moving, obviously in pain. Heindrich pulled out his Walther P38, flicked off the safety and shot the beast in the head.

He turned to see the horse had stopped running. It must be tame, it looked injured, its hoofs looked like Swiss cheese and so did its… horn? Heindrich’s eyes bulged. It was a very odd looking creature, upon closer inspection he found himself both disturbed and intrigued. The creature lacked fur of any kind; instead it had a jet black carapace similar to that of a bug. It also had a pair of wings, also riddled with holes. Its mane was a weird shade of green.

“Thank you for your help,” the creature said, it was obviously female.

Heindrich almost had a fit; he fell backwards onto his ass. He began scooting backwards as he fumbled with his Walther, raising it shakily towards the beast.

“Oh mein Gott, sie können sprechen?” He stuttered.

“What?” The creature said in a confused tone.

“Sprechen Sie Englisch?” He recognized the language, barely. Wolfgang had never had much experience with the west.

“Do you not speak Equestrian?” The creature said with curiosity.

“Ee-ques-trian?” He said butchering the language; he still had his gun trained on its head.

“Equestria,” the creature said motioning with her hoof in a wide arc.

“Ee-ques-tria?” he said, again destroying the language.

“I think I have a spell that will help us,” the creature said as its horn was covered in a green light.

Heindrich’s eyes bulged again and he was ready to pull the trigger. It didn't help that his head was spinning. He felt dizzy as if someone had smashed him with a rifle butt.

“Can you understand me now?” the creature asked.

“Of course I can’t understand… how… I can’t…” Wolfgang was dumbfounded.

“This is a simple translator spell; I have temporarily replaced your primitive speech with Equestrian. The spell will last as long as I keep pouring magic into it.”

“Magic? Where the buck am I” he asked.

What was a buck. His head was filled with this new language, that was as raunchy as their curses went? He knew very little English, maybe enough to get himself slapped. The swears in his head definitely weren’t English.

“Again you hairless monkey, this is Equestria,” she said obviously getting annoyed.

“Where the hay is Equestria?” Wolfgang sighed; hay?

“You’re not from around here are you? Different country?”

“Different planet, or maybe a different universe,” he said with a casual shrug.

“What, but how?” the winged-bug-unicorn-horse creature asked, obviously surprised.

“Luck of the draw, better here than there,” he said with obvious happiness.

“Most would not be so happy to leave their home," the creature said sounding insightful.

“When your home is on fire and being burned to the ground and your friends butchered by filthy pieces of trash, those who shouldn't even exist, let alone fighting the clearly superior race; you are happy to be away from it," Heindrich spat.

“Where exactly are you from?”

“Earth,” Heindrich began.

Heindrich gave her a brief talk about earth. Then the creature talked about her planet.

“So how many, er, ponies… bugs? Do you usually have in a city?”

“Well the largest hive I have is around a twenty five thousand changelings,”

He must have made a noise because she looked to him.

“What? How big are your monkey settlements?”

“I'm not a monkey, I'm a..." Heindrich's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, the word 'human' didn't exist. Saying it in German would do nothing for her, "OK, call me a monkey. And we had almost three million 'monkeys' in Berlin,” he said with pride.

“Million?” she questioned.
So they had the word, but not the concept, amazing.

“What is the best way to put it?” He had to mull it over for a minute before he could answer, “we had over a thousand, thousand people.”

It took the black carapaced creature a moment; it was obvious gears were turning in her head. It was then the creatures turn for bulging eyes.

“You are lying,” she stated flatly.

“Why would I lie about that?”

“There is no possible way to keep a population of that size fed.”

“We..." he couldn't get used to this, "monkeys, have all but mastered our world,”

“You can control your weather too?”

He snickered, “that isn’t possible. But we have managed to master great feats in agriculture, able to keep countless millions of people fed.”

“The ponies of this land haven’t mastered this 'agriculture' you speak of, but those Pegasi you shot down are capable of manipulating the weather.”

So there was Pegasi in this world? Was he in some kind of Mythological land? Evidently.

“You can control the weather? Oh how that would have been useful for the Reich,” Heindrich said with a twinge of sorrow.

“The what?”

Heindrich went on to explain the past several years. Talking about the sub-human... or sub-monkey, filth they were going to rid the world of. He told her of their glorious cause and of course of their not so glorious defeat. She was enraptured with his story. She shivered in delight of the thought.

“You are exactly what I need,” the creature said.

“And that would be?”

“I need a true warrior to help lead my changeling armies. With the help of somepony like you, the filthy pretender Celestia won’t be able to stand in my way,” the creature said with a twisted grin.

“Who are you exactly?”

“I am Queen Chrysalis of the changelings. I never did get to properly thank you for saving me...”

“Wolfgang, Heindrich Wolfgang; and why were you being chased exactly?” Heindrich had to ask.

The queen went on to explain of her defeat at the hoofs of the Elements of Harmony and Princess Celestia. It hadn’t been the first conflict between the two opposing forces. Most of the time battles between the two was solved on an open battlefield, there were dozens of places that had seen the spilling of both changeling and pony blood. But her most recent defeat had seen her actually inside Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, the country they were in, it was also the furthest her armies had ever managed to get. Her army had been defeated and she barely managed to escape.

“You were defeated… by love?” Heindrich said before he burst out laughing.

“What? What do find so funny about that?” Chrysalis said angrily.

“You live in a strange world. There might be love in my world, but it has no bucking magic in it. Especially not the kind that can kill somepony,” this fucking language was going to be the death of him.

“You live in quite the barbaric world; your fighting style is so primitive. Why use a weapon that belches fire when there is crossbow, spear and magic. Such elegance,” Chrysalis said with a purr.

“We monkeys fought with those hundreds of years ago, they were very deadly in their time, until black powder that is. Why get up close when you can kill from a nice distance? Bullets also pack more punch than any arrow or bolt. They definitely don’t require the same skill set. But they kill just that same, and in war, killing is all that matters.”

“Just how often are there wars where you come from?” the insectoid queen asked.

“There is always war on earth. The peace in between is just so people can improve and build more weapons and armor,” Heindrich said flatly.

Chrysalis was happy to hear that. With this apes help she would lead her changelings to greatness. This ‘monkey’ seemed rather intelligent; his skill set would help her on the battlefield.

"I need to ask, will you join our cause?"

"What's in it for me?" He asked curiously.

"I'll let you live for one," she said with a grin, showing off several pointed fangs, "you will gain a seat of power allowing you rule over all of Equestria, soon this whole world."

"Anything else? Payment is always nice," Heindrich hinted, "what is this country's currency?"

"That would be bits-"

Why did that sound completely worthless.

"they are coins made of gold," Chrysalis finished.

Heindrich's ears perked at this.

"I get to live, rule over a foreign country and get payed my weight in gold," Heindrich said aloud, "I'm going with yes."

Sitting on that chunk of rock was the greatest thing he had done. There might not be any more humans in this weird land of magic and ponies, but the fact he was still breathing and with the promise to live in the lap of luxury ruling over a nation of people... ponies... bugs? It seemed like it would be dangerous undertaking, he was fighting in another war. But this war was fought with primitive weapons and tactics. He might be used to fighting from a distance but he studied tactics extensively when he rose to Lieutenant, he would have taken more classes when he eventually rose to captain. But with a bit of effort and careful planning, he would make it out of everything without a scratch on him and a palace full of gold and servants, apparently not whores, but he would have to make do.

“Well Heindrich, I must ask, is there any way I can repay you for saving my life and joining our cause?” Chrysalis asked.

Heindrich thought for a moment, “nothing comes to mind, unless you can turn yourself into Alice Weissmuller, I haven’t had a good roll in the hay in a while,” Heindrich chuckled at that.

Alice had been a beautiful woman, who he would have married if not for the war. They had been going out for a while, as fate would have it, the war broke out before he had the chance to propose. He stayed in contact with her constantly, but after about a year, her letters became less frequent. Her last letter stated that she couldn’t keep it up, she was afraid he might one day just stop replying, maybe he would find a whore or maybe he would get his ticket punched. He kept writing her letters, eventually he stopped too.

“What does this ‘Alice’, look like?” Chrysalis asked.

Heindrich dug his hand into his pocket and fished out a black and white photograph, not sure why she was asking. There was no way-

“She was completely gray?” Chrysalis asked surprised, if this creatyre was any indication, she didn’t expect them to have such bizarre colors.

“No, she was the same color as me, all our photos are black and white,” Heindrich said with a chuckle.

“Could you describe her to me?” She asked curiously.

Heindrich went on to describe Alice, from her flowing bright blond hair, to her bright blue eyes; both mimicking his own features, although his were darker. The photograph had been taking shortly before he left for the front. She had been wearing a flowing white dress that accented her smooth lightly tanned body and also showed her amazing breasts. The picture didn't show it, but he also explained her height. He towered over he 5"7 by being 6"2.

The insectoid horse’s horn glowed green. Heindrich watched in silent horror as the green light covered her entirely. He would have grabbed his Walther but he couldn’t, he was frozen. He watched as four legs turned into and arms sprouted from the frame.

As the light dissipated he found himself staring at Alice Weissmuller. He stood up slowly and walked over to her, just as beautiful as the day he left for the front. His heart pounded as he put an arm on her shoulder and brought her into a kiss, which she returned in kind.

There is a freaking insect-horse-monster under there! Part of Heindrich’s mind screamed trying to intrude on his fun; it was some kind of a monster wearing his ex’s skin. But he hadn’t had a good fucking in years. The most he had been able to get was some Russian peasant girl, but when diseases began going around, Heindrich started keeping his pants zippered. He once heard a brilliant man say ‘flies spread disease, so keep yours closed’. He could already feel his heart beating faster and his field gray pants getting rather tight.

He tossed his Schmeisser off to the side along with his pistol and pouches of ammo; which was quite a task when your lips are locked with a voluptuous Aryan. He couldn't forget to toss down his last few grenades and his bayonet. Hardest of all was getting the bulky MG34 off his back; he broke the kiss so he could get the bulky weapon over his head. He tossed it off to the side and tossed the metal drums of ammunition down too.

Eventually the kissing duo fell to the ground. For Heindrich it was the best and weirdest sex he had ever had. Best in that he was with an even more flexible than usual Alice Weissmuller, weird was he knew that under it all she was a horned insect-horse-unicorn thing with plans for world domination. But all those thoughts vanished as soon as he connected with his former love.

Drop me a comment and a thumbs up or down. I want to know what you ponies think about this. Should I continue, when I have time of course. I'm going to be rather busy the next week or so. Got a lot of work to do while my parents are in the hospital. But most of this has been written for the past couple of weeks. I just now decided it was looking good enough for you guys. I already have a chunk of chapter 3 done. But I figure I should wait to see what you ponies think before I get ahead of myself.

Hunter C. Creed

Chapter 3. The Journey Begins (Tiny rewrite)

I was quite surprised at how quickly people took notice to this. I was expecting it to take off about as fast as my last story (which wasn't very quickly, this has half the likes and three times the favorites a fraction of the time) Hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Edited September 26th: I fixed some formatting problems and changed a bit of the history. You can search for the little changes ( If you want to read the changes find ((Ctrl F)) I can give you a history lesson later. ) or just skip right to very bottom to hear what was changed and why.

Heindrich lay next to a heavily breathing Alice. He had been saving up for weeks; if there isn’t a woman around, a man needs take care of himself to stay sane. But the fighting had become too intense over the previous weeks; the last time you wanted to be caught by the Ruskis was when your pants were down, rifle on the ground and a hand on your cock.

“I needed that, I barely had the power to transform,” a familiar voice said, “I began running low after that translator spell.”

He watched as Alice disappeared and once again became the queen of the changelings; Chrysalis.

“What are you talking about,” Heindrich said grabbing Fredric’s tobacco pouch, he had forgotten to give it back to him. He then began rolling himself a cigarette, feeling a small pang of regret, not that he knew the stone would do anything, it just felt weird knowing his friend was probably dead, the Reds had been assaulting there position for days and had dwindled them down to six people. He was still unsure if anything was really happening had his mind finally snapped and he was imagining everything? Even so, if this was a dream or just his imagination, anything was better than being in the museum.

“I fed off of your love for this ‘Alice’. I didn’t go into much detail previously, but we changelings feed off of love. It is what gives us our power, it keeps us alive and in good health,” Chrysalis stated matter-a-fact as her long tongue slid from her mouth and glided across her fangs.

Heindrich shivered to think that a while ago his manhood had been in that same, yet somehow very different mouth. At that point you couldn’t give him all the Jewish gold on Earth to put his manhood in there. The mere thought sent another shiver up his spine.

Heindrich thought about what had just been said, it sounded like something he should be angry about. But he didn’t feel any different and keeping someone alive was a noble enough cause. He finished rolling the cigarette in his callused fingers. He looked at his unkempt hands and realized the rest of him probably looked like shit too. His finger nails were short and dirt was evident. His fingers covered in small cuts and calluses; four years of fighting in shithole countries full of sub-human garbage will do that do you. He put the thoughts of earth out of his mind as he got ready to-

“Buck,” Heindrich cursed.

“What is it?” The queen asked.

“I don’t have a light, Fredric had one…” Fredric, once again he pushed those thoughts out of his head. It really hit home that he was alone out here, but that was the price he paid for being alive. It was either alive and alone, or dead and alone... the choice was obvious.

“What do you mean ‘a light’?” Chrysalis questioned.

“I need a flame to light this,” Heindrich muttered.

“Watch your fingers,” Chrysalis said.

Before he could react a burst of flame shot from her horn. She burned away half the cigarette, which he dropped in surprise and pain; both at the fire and the small burns on the back of his hand.

“For bucks sake, be careful with that manure,” my lord, Heindrich thought, I need to get this fucking magic off before I kill someone.

That didn’t stop Heindrich from grabbing the coffin nail off the ground for a deep puff. After everything he had been through he deserved a smoke.

He sat in his underwear, a cigarette in his mouth as he began looking at his clothes. His clothes fared no better than his hands they were dozens of slashes in the field gray fabric. His peaked cap had a bullet hole through it where a Russian sniper almost punched his ticket. He gathered up his clothes and headed off the path. Finding a small stream he began to wash his clothes. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and almost did a double take. He looked like death itself. Dark bags hung under his eyes. His entire face was covered in dirt and grime. He decided it was in his best interest to take a bath. He slipped his undergarments back off and slipped into the cold water. He didn’t have any soap, the best he could do was take off the dirt with his hands. Dunking his head and scrubbing his hair, he could feel all the dirt and grime that had built up. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper shower, at least a few months.

He had no idea how advanced a world this world. He hadn’t the slightest when the first shower was invented. Did horses need showers? How big were the showers? He found it odd that his first thoughts were of the mundane. It was pretty easy to shrug off ones old life, when that life is practically over. If his choices were between world of magical talking horses and getting tortured to death by the Red bastards? His choice was obvious. It would take some getting used to, but he would cope. He had to cope; the last thing he wanted was to lose his mind.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice asked.

Heindrich almost had a heart attack. He was standing waste deep in the water and quickly ducked down.

“Get out of here!” Heindrich said loudly.

“Why?”

“I’m in the nude,” he said defensively.

“Because I haven’t seen it before,” the queen said dryly.

“That was different,” he quickly retorted.

“If it makes you feel better. Hurry up and finish up there, we are going to the main hive,” the queen said impatiently, “we have a long walk ahead of us.”

“Yes, well, go away, I’ll be back when I’m finished here,” he said just trying to get her to leave.

“Fine,” she surrendered, “meat bags,” she muttered as she left.

He quickly finished washing, scraping the worst of the dirt and grime that caked his skin. He surveyed his surroundings, all clear. He climbed out of the river and slid into his undergarments. He put on his still soaking wet clothes, they weren’t much cleaner. It didn’t help cleaning dirty clothes with slightly less dirty clothes. He cleaned up as good as he could, he was still pretty dirty, his clothing were disheveled and covered with patches of mud. But he carried himself like an officer befitting of the Reich.

“Before we move out I need to take inventory,” Heindrich declared as he stepped back onto the path. The queen simply shrugged and sat down.

He had his Schmeisser along with twenty three box magazines for it. He let out a sigh, this was ammunition to scrounged from four dead comrades. The MG34 was also from a fallen comrade, he remembered that moment. He was falling back when he got hit between his shoulder blades. He kept sprinting, the next round caught him in the lower back.

He survived for about three hours before he bled out. There only medic had bit it two days previously when a grenade landed next to him. He had about enough time to shout in surprise before he was engulfed in the explosion.

The MG34 was passed around to four different soldiers, all of them were killed. The MG34 was considered bad luck, it was up to Heindrich to carry and use it. They needed the fire support.

He had six full drums of ammunition and a single spare barrel. He had his Walther P38 and four clips. He had five grenades, two smoke and three fragmentation grenades. He also had his bayonet and a shovel. Lastly he had a few things of rations.

“Ok let’s move out,” Heindrich said standing up.

The queen simply nodded and stood.

They had been walking for a few hours if the sun was any indication. He would use his watch, but he forgot it on his wrist when he took a dip in the river. He hadn’t realized until after had gotten out and checked his watch out of habit. He simply pitched it into the river, with the money he would get from helping Chrysalis, he could buy a hundred watches… Assuming they make watches, Heindrich thought with a chuckle.

“How far away is this ‘hive’?” Heindrich asked still walking, his eyes constantly flicked to the sides, always watching for signs of danger. Years of fighting the Russian pigs had turned him into a rather paranoid man while he walking by potential hiding places. The amount of times a soldier had been killed the second they let their guard down were too many to count.

“An entire day by flight, three days on foot,” Chrysalis said still looking straight ahead.

“Another question. How exactly is this land divided up, territory wise,” Heindrich questioned.

“We are in Equestria, the largest country on this world. Most countries are separated because of species, although each country will have residents of all species. For example, the griffons are the dominant species in the Griffon Kingdoms; the diamond dogs are in every country, whether they are wanted or not, they are from Canida. Ponies are the exception to the one country rule; Equestria, Neighpon, Germaneigh, Prance,” Chrysalis said, giving him different information than he needed.

Although some of those names sounded familiar, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Let me stop you there. Where do you changelings reside?”

“I can give you a history lesson later. In short, we discovered Equestria to have all the love we will ever need. They refused to give a portion of their citizens to become slaves. We declared war and moved into their territory, we quickly began work on building dozens of hives. They didn’t think we were serious and they left us be. There stupidity was our good fortune. We began launching attacks on them, they retaliated in force. They destroyed a couple of our hives, but we held on. We have since then taken over a large amount of territory that have allowed for more hives and outposts. This war has been going on for over five hundred years now..."

"Five hundred years," Heindrich practically shouted.

"Is there something surprising?" The insectoid equine questioned.

"And it has been going on for that entire period?"

"We take brief pauses to breed more changelings for war. In short; yes, it has been going on almost nonstop for over five straight centuries, and it will not be over until we have every Equestrian under our hooves. Eventually we will enslave everypony in every corner of this world,” the queen was obviously passionate about her plan.

“Why exactly do you need me?” Heindrich questioned.

“You have you fire-spitter for one that will put fear in them. I am here to rule over this world and control how the hives run. I am no tactician; every changeling that I put in charge of groups of changelings has failed miserably. They can learn, but good luck finding somepony to teach them how to actually fight. Our numbers are for naught when the enemy is stronger, and better equipped.”

“I believe I can help you there,” Heindrich announced.

“That is exactly what I want to hear,” the queen said with a wicked smile stretched across her face; which only served to make her visage more terrifying.

They walked in total silence for hours, the sun eventually set and they continued walking in the dark.

“I think we can stop here for the night,” the queen said stifling a yawn.

“I’ll go get some wood for a fire,” Heindrich said heading off into the forest.

They made camp far off the path. The last thing they wanted was to be found by passing enemies.

“Ok, light it,” Heindrich said stepping back to not having a repeat of earlier.

A burst of flame shot from Chrysalis’s horn. Within seconds a fire was raging. Heindrich started tossing chunks of wood onto the fire.

He slid the MG34 off his back so he could sit comfortably against a tree. There wasn’t much talking, just the two sitting on opposite sides of the fire.

Heindrich curled up, hugging his Schmeisser close to his chest. He fell asleep quickly; it had been a long and weird day in this new world. But it was better than being dead that was for sure. And he was part of a good cause; these ponies were the lesser beings according to Chrysalis. Her changelings were the peak of perfection. Knowing he was helping the master race of this planet was good enough for him, even if they were black.

This will probably be the last update for a while, same with 'The First Battle for Equestria'. As I've said, my parents are in the hospital and I'm in charge of taking care of my siblings and their house while they are in the hospital and bed ridden when they get back. So I won't exactly be able to just sit at my computer to write during my free time.

In short, I changed the paragraph Chrysalis talks about how long the war has been raging. I changed it from a measly decade to five centuries. That is a massive change, I know; but I almost wrote myself into a corner. Things I have in mind would not be plausible to have taken place in a single decade. I also added a little reaction from Heindrich, so a few more sentences were added.

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