My little pony: Friendship is Fucked

𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲: 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝
Chapter 1 "there's a monster in the barn!"

Written by: Liam C

"Don't judge a book by its cover"- a wiseguy

I think ponies should learn how to not judge other people or ponies by their cover alone, but by how they treat themselves and others which should be judged by.

It was a bright and sunny day in the delightful and tranquil land of Equestria.
It was about a week before the summer sun celebration where the royal mare known as princess Celestia would raise the sun and everypony would observe her in the act.

The celebration was also about celebrating the banishment of her sister luna that is now known as the nightmare moon. The land was filled with peace and tranquillity but what the ponies living in canterlot, ponyville, the crystal empire, and manehatten were either too ignorant or too selfish to understand was.

the sheer suffering, misery, and pain that other races went through due to a deep prejudice that stems from bad relations, demonizing any none pony race, their princess's meek ignorance, and poorly taught lessons that "un" intentionally puts a mindset of racial superiority over the other races in the minds of little fillies and colts.

We also can't forget about the victorian era power class system that paints unicorns as the superior pony when in reality, they would die off very quickly when it came to a life or death situation involving the jungle or forest while the earth ponies would last the longest.

the level of prejudice scales depending on the race If it's a zebra then there treated with some hostility and mistrust. If it's a changeling, griffon, or even a lunar pony.

Then they will be treated with fear, hatred, and violence which is done in Tia's name whilst the mare herself is purposefully kept in the dark by some shadowy figures that you may meet sometime.

At sweet apple acres...

Applejack, the forthcoming owner of the element of honesty was working very hard bucking apples with help from big mac and applebloom. Although applebloom was too young to buck apples. But she was old enough to carry burlap sacks and baskets full of apples into the barn so that they can be mashed into apple sauce, hard/soft cider, moonshine, and other things.

"Applebloom!" Applejack yelled for her sister

Yes, applejack? applebloom responded to her big sister

"Ah reckon' ah already told ya to take them darn apples into the barn", applejack said to her little sister frustrated at her not contributing to the family momentarily

"but applej-" applebloom was interrupted

'No buts, unless ya want granny to whoop yer beehind. now pick up the darn sack, applebloom' applejack said

applebloom sighed in defeat not wanting to:

A. get her flank whooped with a switch,
B. She didn't wish for her family to lose the farm to those darn aristocrats because of debt.

So, begrudgingly she grabbed three heavy sacks and slung them over her back, and utilized her mouth to carry a basket filled with apples. Applebloom began walking forward up the hill towards the barn. After about fifteen minutes or about 45 pony minutes and she was exhausted from carrying fifty pounds of apples but she struggled to get into the barn and dropped them off inside. When she left the barn she saw a shady bipedal figure move into their house she didn't know what it was and was kinda frightened, but there was something else...

In an open field 98 yards away from the orchard was a blue Plymouth duster. The duster had a decal of the roadrunner bird with an m1 steel helmet on his head, an eyepatch, and a cigar. The number 340 was painted next to it which, made it appear as if the bird was leaning up against the number.

There was another decal on the back of the car, it was a charred skull with a slack jaw and two green vipers coming out of its eyes. it also had a green beret or what applebloom at the time called a "flat green hat with a weird patch on it" there were the words painted below it that said "𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎, 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝑭𝑮 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 1962 - 1972" applebloom had not a single clue what any of this meant and the decal scared the shit out of her needless to say she poked around some more and looked in the back when a very muscular arm wrapped around her neck and a metallic object was firmly pushed against her head, of course, she didn't know at the time but she was being held at gunpoint by a very large and muscular green beret who was both fucking flamming with rage and confused but of course he ignored the confusion and channeled his anger to what was more important.

"what the fuck are you doing with my car", Christopher said at the now extremely terrified applebloom who was close to crying.

"p-please don't eat me," applebloom said, of course, Chris was confused and he stupidly ignored his combat instincts lowering his guard allowing her to buck him in the gut nearly missing his balls.

What the fuck are you tal- OW! FUCK!! Chris said as he fell to the ground

YOU LITTLE FUCKER I'LL FUCKING!

Applejack! BIG MAC! there's a monster in the barn! Applebloom yelled on the top of her lungs as she ran for her life because she didn't want to be strangled to death.

argh... little shit fucking, godamned! MOTHERFUCKING! ASSHOLE! Chris yelled at the top of his lungs and this point, the entire family knew that there was a creature who's not a pony that was near their orchard, and a now furious mac and AJ were about tat o kick his ass. Chris saw this coming and got an old CAR-15 carbine out of the car and an old m1911 handgun off his dashboard.

"HEY YOU!" applejack yelled at the now pissed-off and heavily armed Chris white.

What. The. Fuck. DO YOU WANT TO! Assholes! Chris said now standing up to his full size

"what do Ah want? WHAT DO AH WANT?! YA JUST ATTACKED MAH BUCKING SISTER" AJ yelled at Chris wanting to tear his throat out.

while they were yelling granny smith had a crossbow in the attic that she was currently trying to find.

"Now where did ah put mah yellowcolt at? Ah'm fixin to shoot that damn yellowbelly noponies gonna attack mah fucking family,"

Granny Smith mumbled to herself. Now usually she would never use these words but when her family's life is at stake then well, you better watch your ass because she'll be like a godamn bull in a china shop.

Chris was trying to defuse the situation currently as he wasn't exactly in the mood to fight four on one with a family that could fuck him up and even if he survived he would possibly either get hunted down and killed or have to live with killing the pony world equivalent with killing a child. Although he has regretfully ended many a child and was capable of doing so, he still tried to avoid it as much as possible.

"Look, miss, I wasn't trying to harm your sister was trying to defend my property from a stranger who could have possibl-"

"Buck you, applebloom is not a thief NONE of us our you Flankhat!" AJ yelled at Chris

Look, women, this car is my motherfucking property I am an AMERICAN citizen and I will defend my fucking property which is this car with lethal force IF required, I don't care who the hell YOU or YOUR family are but if a stranger walks or trots up to MY property AND gain access to MY BELONGINGS AND PROPERTY WITHOUT MY FUCKING PERMISSION THEN I AM ALLOWED TO DEFEND IT, AND SECONDLY I WOULD NEVER FUCKING KILL A FILLY, COLT, OR CHILD AND EAT THERE FLESH I WOULD RATHER DIE A PAINFUL DEATH THEN KILL A FILLY!! Chris yelled at applejack who was finally starting to use her common sense

"𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝 look, CHRISTOPHER isn't IT!?" applejack said loudly to me, with slight venom in her voice.

"Ah can see that yer telling the truth... Mostly. Firstly yer not living In 'America any more yer in a place called Equestria, and secondly Ah understand that ya were protectin' yer property but ah will not tolerate mah family being put at ris-"

before applejack could finish a crossbolt slammed into my back window shattering part of it. Instinctually I grabbed both AJ and bloom and got behind my car.

GET DOWN, DUMBASS! I yelled and put them both behind the car

"what in tarnation?! Get yer bucking hoof things of me ya darn flankhole" applejack yelled in protest I brought them behind the car

"I have my hands on you so you DON'T GET KILLED DICKHEAD" Chris yelled at her

"STAY AWAY FROM MAH FAMILY YA FUCKIN' YELLOWBELLY!" granny smith yelled as she loaded another crossbolt but before she could finish, I fired several rounds at granny smith in retaliation.

Wait!! Fer Faust sakes! STOP THE BOTH OF YA! CHRIS STOP DAMNIT! AJ yelled

Applejack?! Why in the hell should Ah not kill this yellow-bellied fucker he threatened to kill applebloom! granny smith yelled

BECAUSE I AM A TRAINED SOLDIER WITH NINE YEARS OF FUCKING COMBAT EXPERIENCE WHO IS CURRENTLY ARMED WITH TECH THAT IS AT LEAST FIVE HUNDRED YEARS MORE ADVANCED THAN THAT SHITTY CROSSBOW OF YOURS, OH AND BY THE WAY ALL IT TAKE IS ONE OF THESE BULLETS TO GO INTO YOU AND YOUR DEAD SO CAN WE ALL BE RATIONAL HUMA- ERR PONY FUCKING BEINGS AND CHAT THIS OUT! Chris yelled out

YER JUST GONNA KILL ME ANYWAY WHY SHOULD I TRUST YA!?

BECAUSE I COULD KILL YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY RIGHT NOW IF I WANTED TO AND I WOULDN'T HAVE TO EVEN TRY TO NEGOTIATE SO WOULD YOU RATHER JUST DIE RIGHT NOW OR WOULD YOU WANT TO AT LEAST TRY AND NEGOTIATE! Chris yelled back after he did everything went silent until granny smith opened the door with a crossbow in hoof and motioned for me to enter whilst suspiciously eyeing me

"Inside now, all three of ya!" granny smith said pointing the crossbow at my throat
I did as she asked and walked into the shanty farmhouse. The house was very old there were holes in the wall, parts of the wallpaper were torn completely off exposing the inner wall, and the house had barely any form of central heating with them resorting to a cast iron wood stove during the winter. There were several pictures and paintings of ponies that likely were descendants or ancestors of the ponies that held up here. One thing that baffled me was the fact that applejack the mare I meet today had no parents currently living with them, I decided that I would confront her later about it.

Granny motioned me to sit on the couch and, yet again I did as I was told considering I had a crossbow pointed at my throat.

"Now whoever the hell ya are, ah wanna know why you are on my farm threatening my family," granny smith said to me. At this point, I wanted to kill her but I refrained from doing so although, I could quickly disarm and stab her to death if she gets too trigger-happy.

"Ah'm waitin' and ah'm not gettin' any younger," granny said.

"well you see, Mrs smith I am not from here I from a place called earth or more accurately, living on a planet named earth I live in a country called the united states of America," I replied to her wiseass attitude that present at the moment.

"Well, that was pretty darn obvious from yer weird painting on the back of yer metal carriage," Applejack said. Of course, they didn't know what a car was due to them living on a fucking farm that's trapped in 1345.

"So what kinda species are ya? cus' ah have never seen yer kind around here fer as long as ah have lived," granny smith asked me and fortunately, she wasn't as pissy as she was before.

"My kind calls itself homo sapiens or humans for short. we are the dominant race and species in my world due to our much more advanced communication skills, much more intelligent brains, our hands, and when my kind were hunters and scavengers we used to take on elephants, boars, bears, lion packs like we took on crazy shit because of our more advanced communications skills and brains that allow us to work together as a team through communication and use our most intelligent to develop new weapons and strategies" I said finishing my long near pointless dialogue

"Hmm, Ah've never heard of '𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀' before, So yer sayin' yer not from Equestria?" Granny smith asked Chris.

"No I am not from here, miss smith and I'm also sorry for hurting your grandaughter applebloom, I was blinded by rage and I lost control, and I also was treated like shit after I came here. BUT that does not excuse me for threatening a filly I hope sincerely that you can accept my apology," Chris stated to the now more calm granny smith.

"Ah accept yer apology, Mr...?" granny smith paused mid-sentence

"white, Christopher James white, people call me Chris," Chris said

"Well Chris, Ah accept yer apology and ah'm also sorry fer firin' a crossbow at ya, guess ya could say ah lost control too." Granny Smith said

"Miss, there is absolutely nothing you need to apologize about, you were only protecting yer- I mean 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 family, there is nothing wrong with that, and it's quite heroic and commendable," Chris stated

"Well in that case, ah'm fixin' to take a nap in mah rockin' chair, but don't think applejack won't be armed, and big macintosh is quite strong, although ah reckon' that yer pretty strong yerself" granny smith stated as she handed applejack the crossbow

"Well, see ya, granny." Applejack said as granny smith went outside to rest. AJ soon after closed the door and sat down on her haunches adjacent to me

"So Chris, ah have a question for ya," AJ asked

"Fire away applejack, but just know that if it's about anything military then there are
certain things ah can't tell ya" I said

"Did ah just her ya speak southernly?" AJ cooed

"back off!" Chris stated angrily

AJ chuckled at the scene unfolding
"relax partner Ah'm playin' with ya, besides there's nothin' wrong with havin' an accent," Applejack said.

"Anyways Chris, Did you serve in the royal guard?" Applejack asked me

"what in the sweet Jesus is the 𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗟 guard? I served in the green berets I was in the fifth special forces group, I was a 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧" Chris said to AJ who clearly could see that the end part was bullshit

"Partner ah've heard better lies from an apple tree," AJ said not falling for the bullshit ending

"I'm sorry but I cannot say anything else besides that we were a special team, as for the war however it was called the Vietnam war," Chris responded

"What in the hay is Vietnam? and as for war we've hadn't had one in five hundred years," applejack asked Chris

"it's a country in Southeast Asia well it is in a group of countries in Southeast Asia," Christopher said to the now very confused applejack

"Well, I better get going well see you applejack," Chris said as he got up and began walking off

"WAIT!" applejack said

"Yes AJ?" Chris said

"First of all mah name ain't AJ its applejack, and secondly if ya don't have a place to stay then ya could sleep in the basement if yer fixin' to," AJ said

"well uh, thank you applejack just let me get my thin-"

"hold on there! Ah didn't say that ya could just sleep here without workin', Chris" applejack said

"well I don't mind working," Chris said

"Look, Chris getch yer things and while yer doin' that ah'll ask granny and macintosh if they would mind ya sleepin' here in exchange that ya help around the farm," AJ said

Chris simply nodded and began his walk to his car. He'll likely have to haul five or seven hundred pounds of gear back and forth to get it in the house. As Chris was walking he saw an odd-looking constellation not made of stars, but of a dark blue or black gas that formed a silhouette of a mare with longhorn and helmet. Chris was weirded out by this but as he was looking at it further he noticed it started to fade a bit and then it shined even brighter. It was as if 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 just left the moon, a certain something that didn't belong here.

Christopher continued walking, as he did he admired how the stars and moon were oddly beautiful outside. They were much more beautiful than the ones on earth it almost seemed like somebody was trying their hardest to make them look beautiful.

"Pff... Haha like someone could control the stars that a crock of shit!" Chris stated loudly and proudly not falling for that bullshit, Or what he 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 was bullshit.

After a while of hauling suitcases, duffle bags, sacks, and trunks of his belongings back to the house he was tired, very tired.

"What the hay happened to ya, Chris" Applejack said with concern

"It called fatigue firstly, and secondly it's not very fucking easy to haul five hundred pounds of gear up and down a steep hill AJ," Chris said

"Darn it! My name's not AJ!" Applejack said

"Jus...t deal with it please I have to rest for a minute," Chris said

"Do ya need any help, Chris" applejack asked

"Yeah, I do, but give me a minute please" Chris responded

After a couple of minutes, Chris was able to regain his composure and with Applejack's help, they were finally able to get all of his things down into the basement. After this they both sat down on an olden yellowed bed that was propped up against a wall was above it moonlight shined in through an old cracked window. They talked for a while about life in Christopher's realm and life in Equestria.

After an hour of talking, applejack decided to go to bed. Chris said goodnight to applejack and sat back down on the bed. As the door closed, Chris closed his eyes to try and enter the dream realm.

|D|R|

When I dream, I dream. When I sleep, I sleep. But when I close my eyes...

My brain doesn't dream.

I instead get nightmares, nightmares about a land long since forgotten by us. A hot and lush land surrounded by great big oceans to the east and a large landmass to the west. A land called, Vietnam.

It was probably around noon at this time, the date is unknown, and the ground is raining upwards as they march through the ocean.

There were thick lush canopies, long stringy sharp grass, deep marshes, dense bushes, hidden booby traps, and large groups of enemy forces.

We were on a recon mission I think, we were given the task of locating a battalion of NVA, PLA, and VC. It was of vital importance that we find this battalion, which we fortunately did but sadly.

We were nearly wiped out.

There were at least 3254 gooks heavily armed with artillery and machine guns. They shredded our S.P.I.K.E team leaving only me, this man called hell razor, Staff sergeant nigrum cor, Charles from seal team 1 (we grouped up unintentionally with a team of seals), and a marine sniper called eagle.

We found eagle as one of the nine POWs we rescued, although most of them died eagle was one of the few physically fit ones as he had only been a POW for three days as they were trying to transport him to Hanoi. He managed to loot the corpse of a cong and was armed, we were all retreating as we managed to call in a helicopter.

One of the few indigenous forces lost focus and ironically tripped a tripwire blowing himself and two others up while burning Charles's scalp off and crippled another POW that we rescued as not all of them died.

Fortunately, it wasn't very long till a UH-1 Huey landed and we all loaded up into the chopper and it flew off, just barely missing an RPG rocket.

I really hate this motherfucking jungle at times. Just wish I had just died in Vietnam maybe I wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

It was another sunny day in Equestria, the birds sat on trees chirping loudly. Ponies began their daily activities in pure ignorant bliss, and little colts and fillies played in the bright warm sun. But for Chris white, it was just in his terms an "uneventful fucking shitshow that makes me want to go back to Vietnam." Chris was naturally a galvanized hardass, with a skull thick enough to stop a rifle in its tracks. Chris eventually woke up with the "stupid fucking sun" shining in his eyes. Chris was always a night owl which helped him in Vietnam because he wouldn't get tired as easily and his eyes were more adjusted to dimly lit or pitch-black environments.

"Fuckin' sun, I've always fucking hated the damn thing, I'd love to see it be replaced by the moon". I said chuckling at the idea of a world without that stupid glowing orb shining bright in the sky.

Chris arose from his little dinky bed or as he called it "cot" and proceeded to get dressed. He lazily threw on a T-shirt and jeans, after he finished getting dressed he looked at an ancient wooden wall clock that was clearly on its last legs. The time was 7:54 am, late enough that it wouldn't be too awkward for him to be walking around although, Chris was used to getting up at the littlest sound or he'd just wake up automatically at 4:30 am. Chris was baffled by this because his innermost clock was fucked by the green berets boot camp because he'd usually be up and alert at the smallest, most insignificant sounds but somehow, he slept in till 7:54 am it almost seemed like something had assisted him or at least fucked with his sleep cycle because he'd usually be long, long awake by now.

Chris left the basement and entered the actual fucking house and not the damn subterranean room. The real reason Chris slept in the basement was that he was all too used to sleeping in foxholes, rebar compartments, and even sleeping on the ground, well that and the fact that Chris was a tiny bit fucked in the head as he would put it "got the stare, guess I've been in the shit too long" Chris said as he walked into the kitchen and filled an old metal coffee pot of water and black roasted coffee beans, he used an old cast iron stove to boil the coffee.

"Shit, haven't boiled coffee this way since I was in the shit," I said to myself

"What the hay is the 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡?" A little light peach-colored filly with a bright red mane said

"It's uh...i-its..." I stuttered trying to find a better way to explain combat, to a little naive filly who was born in a world where death is completely demonized.

"Is it something bad?" The filly asked

"𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙝, the shit is what other vet's call combat as in fucking gookers were trying to blow my ass up with fucking artillery." I said, "I'm also sorry about yesterday it's just I was worried that you were going to steal something from me, I grew up in a world filled to the brim with degenerates like that so I guess I'm a bit paranoid."

"Ah forgive ya, mister," the filly said

"Well thank you, what's your name anyway?" I asked the filly.

"Mah names applebloom, and yours?" The filly asked me

"Christopher," I simply said. "Can Ah call ya Chris?" applebloom inquired my answer

"Yeah, you can call me Chris, applebloom," I answered. "What are ya cookin' Chris?" Applebloom asked me

"It's coffee, it's a shitty drink that borders the line between edible and toxic, I drink it because it helps me wake up & it energizes me," I said, I sat down on an ancient cedarwood chair that had a cushion crudely sewn together with handfuls of feathers stuffed inside it. I proceeded to drink the vile drink and afterward, I began feeling my energy come back to me in the form of adrenaline. I sat there and just stared out the window, eventually I got bored and decided to clean my handgun. I slammed the gun down particularly hard on the table which, caused applebloom to flinch from the noise and the sight of the gun.

"Kid, look I'm sorry for acting like an asshole, I shouldn't have tried to do fatal harm to you considering you a filly and not a grow ass man I shouldn't have treated you like one," I said to try and calm her down. I began taking the gun apart taking out the magazine, the firing pin, the slide, the hammer, etc, and cleaned them. I then put the gun back together in one quick motion that surprised the pony.

"How did ya do that mister?" Applebloom asked, I chuckled at this.

"It's called getting called a faggot for eight weeks straight, its official name is boot camp, they teach you how to shoot with guns like this, they teach how to explode shit, and ki- I mean persuade shit," I said, granted I took out the part where I had to sabotage and fucking torture people and how I had to do lots of incredibly dangerous shit that had a 100% mortality rate. Needless to say, applebloom was very interested and presumably wanted to see what this could perform.

"Can you, ya know test it mister? Cus ah'm curious to see how it works." Applebloom asked and I obliged. Me and apple bloom went outside and set up a few glass bottles, empty tin cans, and even an apple for target practice. I put applebloom behind me in case of any potential ricochet, I then took aim with the service pistol and fired a shot at one of the glass bottles causing glass shards and what I presume to be water to come spraying everywhere. Applebloom was a little scared due to the noise but I managed to calm her down, I then fired a couple more shots which of course woke everyone up. AJ was now awake which was "great" because now I'm gonna have to explain what target practice is to a haft awake mare.

"What the hay are you'll doin' out here it's 9 o'clock!?" Applejack asked angrily

"It's called target practice AJ, besides its fun to practice how to shoot the shit," I said "Yeah? and it'll also be fun for me to practice how to kick yer flank if ya continue makin' noise" AJ yelled as she wasn't in the mood for this bullshit.

"Fair point, but I could kick yours a lot harder applejack and you know that," I said
"Just get inside, damnit." Applejack muttered, I nodded and motioned for applebloom to follow me inside.

I entered the old house and sat down on a very old couch, applejack sat down adjacent to me and she began asking me questions.

"What in the hay were ya thinkin'!?" Applejack yelled loudly. "AJ, I was just showing applebloom how my gun works," I said

"Ya were shootin' at glass bottles and fucking tin cans, Chris ah don't want mah, damn sister, to become a victim of a huntin' accident because of yer stupid target practice so ah have to ask ya to please be careful when ya are screwin' around with that fancy doohickey of a yer's please," applejack monologued.

"AJ I know what I'm doing I've used guns for 9 years of my life for christ's sake. Also, this isn't a fancy doohickey it's a 62-year-old handgun that's quite literally been used in all the wars that have accrued in the 20th-century. From the wet humid jungles of the Philippines to the trenches of Europe, and back to the hot arid deserts of North Korea and back to its roots in the hot humid environment of Vietnam. The gun operates using gunpower, where a small object called a hammer-" I said while pulling the hammer back.

"-slams into a little bit of metal at the bottom of the cartridge that then causes a chemical reaction that then causes a small explosion that sends the bullet out of the barrel at speeds of at least 900 miles per hour," I said to the now very shocked applejack

"But ah'm fixin' to know, how does that big ol' thing go that darn fast? It's too big and ya said that it can pierce metal?" Applejack asked and I answered.

"You see AJ, that's the problem the bullet itself doesn't shoot out, well not entirely. The tip of the bullet is the actual thing that fires, the cartridge only holds the gunpowder and primer. Once I pull the trigger the bullet fires, and then the slide comes back and the cartridge is thrown into the air and another round is loaded in its place." I said. "But how does that lil' thing pierce metal? Ah'm confused," applejack said

"The thing can pierce metal because of the high speeds or high velocity and power causes the metal tip to pierce certain metals. This caliber is a 45. Caliber so it could quite easily Pierce relatively thin layers of aluminum, tin, cast/pig iron, steel, bronze, copper, gold, etc." I said

"but it also depends on the caliber and power. 45. Caliber is slower than 9mm but has more mass, the opposite is true for 9mm. A 38. Caliber will be deflected pretty easily by 3 inches of steel, while a 308. Caliber rifle round will effortlessly penetrate the block of steel due to its significantly higher velocity, power, mass, speed, and other factors that stem from the longer barrel that allows the bullet to go faster and thus have more power due to the higher speed" I explained to applejack who was now speechless

"There are drawbacks to larger calibers. The higher recoil which is the movement of the gun when it fires, the higher velocity means that it likely goes through completely which means you won't be doing as much damage because it won't tumble around like 5.56 caliber. After all, 5.56 has less power which means it will likely tumble around and get stuck in an organ or artery causing more long-term damage." I said

"Wow, ah thought that granny's yellowcolt was powerful. But that little thing is even more dangerous." Applejack said now shook up about just how powerful the colt 1911 handgun was and especially for how old it was.

"well, it was my grandad's handgun. He fought in the American-philippine war and the first world war he, unfortunately, died when a german stuck a bayonet in his chest in 1917" I responded to her question but I had a question of my own.

"Applejack?" I said, "Yes, Chris?" AJ said.
"I overheard a conversation about this guy blueblood and his mercenaries. I want to know who he is" I asked applejack who was hesitant to respond but eventually sighed and "spilled the beans" as some asswipe would say.

"Blueblood is a noble, he's the nephew of Princess Celestia. He's a lyin' crook who tries to steal other ponies' lands and uses his fuckin' mercenaries to do his dirty work. Even if yer a couple of bits short on a payment, he'll use his power to
manipulate his fuckin' aunt into blindly allowing him to swipe other ponies lands from them and he sometimes even leaves them for dead in a trashcan." Applejack answered my question.

"He's of recent, been tryin' to get rid of mah family so he can take our farm and build a fuckin' private school for all those fuckin' stuck ups and there fillies and colts." Applejack said. "He's been tryin' to sabotage our farm in the hopes of making it so that mah family can't kick up enough money to pay for the mortgage or make it so we can't feed the town, which would cause the town to likely not want us here anymore so that he could probably act all
"Democratic" and set up a rigged voting system to get rid of us so he can just take the land" applejack finally finished her monologue, and I was fucking pissed off.

"When do you guys have to pay this asshole?" I asked. "Today his goons will show up for their cut," applejack said

"WHAT!?!" I said but before AJ could respond, we heard a bunch of what sound like chariots park near the house.

"Blueblood!" Aj said in fear, "Son of a SHIT! applebloom! Go upstairs with granny and tell her she needs to get her yellowcolt, AJ Go get big mac and follow me downstairs okay now all of you go!" I said to them, at first they were hesitant but eventually did as I told them. I locked the front door and then rushed down the staircase to get my ass in gear. I opened up my war chest and grabbed a JDW jungle tigerstripe long sleeve shirt, an old delta travelers vest that I used in Vietnam, my jungle boots, a pair of leather gloves, and Vietnam web gear.

I eventually managed to get the fucking gear on after that, I grabbed a rucksack, m16a1 that was painted in tigerstripe jungle camo with a bunch of electrical tapes wrapped around it for better grip, an old, slightly rusty machete, and a knife that was a modified ka-bar with a light sliver colored Rambo-ish style blade and handle.

I then grabbed three white phosphorous grenades, a dozen frags, and about 235 5.56 rounds for the m16 and 56 rounds for the m1911. I immediately closed the chest and sprinted up the staircase so I could put up an end to these fuckin' Chieu hois. When I got upstairs I could see that, fortunately, the merc's haven't got inside yet. But there was, unfortunately, another problem...

When I looked out the window I saw them... They have applebloom...