A DIFFERENT KIND OF EVIL

A DIFFERENT KIND OF EVIL
MLP:FIM FANFIC
WARNING: contains graphic content. So pussies go away.

CHAPTER 1:
When I came to it wasn’t bad. I didn’t have a headache, I wasn’t hurt, I felt like I always do when I wake up, minus someone poking me in the side. Then I realised I was laying in dirt. Great, I passed out in the garage again. (Yes, my garage has a dirt floor, I aint made o money) oh well, might as well find out who’s poking me. “Aaahhh, fuck, I’m up, whaddya want?” I heard a gasp and the whole night before came flooding back. I still didn’t know who was poking me, so I decided to open my eyes and find out. I really didn’t expect the first thing I saw to be a little orange filly with a curly purple mane and tail. But at least the night before had prepared me for this, and maybe I didn’t lose it just yet. But as soon as I looked at her, my buzz was killed by an ear-splitting shriek, not by scootaloo, but the other two crusaders. Scootaloo just stared at me and looked scared, and that was what made me nervous. If she was too scared to scream, how would everypony else react? How would the only ones who could help me react? I could tell this wasn’t going to end well.
Thank all that is fucky that I heard a familiar voice that wasn’t screaming behind me, although it was a scared voice. “Uh... um... J-Jens?” Oh thank fuck, Applejack. “Hey there AJ.” I got up and remembered I was only wearing shorts when I passed out so I looked down to make sure I was at least wearing those. What I saw would have surprised me if I didn’t half expect it. Hooves. Yup, two furry green legs that ended in two green hooves. Then I noticed that my head was a lot lower than normal. Instead of being 6 feet off the deck, it was more like three and a half, maybe four feet. That one didn’t much surprise me. So I turned around to look at Applejack and noticed that walking was actually very natural. No need to focus on moving each independent leg, awesome. When I looked at Applejack her shocked face got even worse. Not good. “Um... Jens... can ya’ll... um... see me?” what? “Yeah, why?” now her face went from being shocked to being almost embarrassed. “Well... your eyes are kind of... funny.” This was either really bad or really good. “What do you mean?” she got up and pointed at a bucket. “Go look.” I did as I was told and was actually surprised at what I saw. I had green eyes, and no pupil. Well, not a black one, it was green too, and shiny. I started to see a pattern happening here, green fur, green hooves, green eyes, and apparently, a green mane, in 2 shades. I looked back and saw I had a short green tail, again, in 2 shades. And my fur was darker around my tail. No, wait, is that? Fabric? I had clothes on? I checked and was most definitely surprised when I saw I was fully clothed. In some kind of... barding? Uniform? Onezie? And I had a vest on, big surprise, it was green. But it had pouches on it. Not pockets, pouches. Then it donned on me, I was wearing a tactical vest. And it was thick. Holy shit, I recognised this, it was a dragon skin Kevlar vest, set up with MOLLE webbing, six STANAG mag pouches, (for those of you less educated in guns, a STANAG magazine is what you’d find in an M4/M16 variant) about a dozen 40mm grenade pouches, six down each side, five hand grenade pouches, a fabric knife sheath, a polymer knife scabbard, a handgun holster, two short handgun mag pouches, and two really long handgun mag pouches, like what you’d use for a 30 round glock magazine. And to top it all off, an admin pouch with my custom made ID patch. so that’s how she knew who I was. the black lettering read: Jens KRISTIANSEN, 1ST BTN”A” COMPANY, FIRST EQUESTRIAN ARMY. Whoever did this had access to my shit, and must have really studied it, because all the pouches, everything, was exactly where I liked for my airsoft loadout.(yes, I carry a knife when I play airsoft. Just for special circumstances, like my bag getting caught on a tree) the only differences between this stuff and my personal vest were that everything seemed to be made of Kevlar, and the vest had actual ballistic properties. Someone had set me up to go to war. Not good, at least not for Equestria. Sometime when I was examining myself, Applejack got bored and now she decided to try and talk to me. ”so, Jens, aint humans supposed to have something other than hooves?” “Yup, but I don’t think I’m human. At least not right now, let me try somethin’.” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know guns plus hooves equals don’t work, so, based on my knowledge of fanfics, I guessed I should be able to turn human again. So I stood up on my hind legs, and thought human. I saw a flash, and before you know it, I was standing on my feet, in all my 6 foot tall, brown hair, brown eyed awesomeness. Fully dressed I might add, steel-toe boots included. Applejack jumped, and the crusaders screamed. “Whoa Nelly, Ah’m guessin’ that is what ya’ll are s’posed ta look like.” “Aeyup, purdy much. Still tryin’ ta figure out how ah got these here clothes on though, and why the pouches on muh vest are empty.” She blushed, and replied. “well... me an the girls kinda took ya’ll’s guns away, in case ya’ll wasn’t in a good mood when ya got up.” Understandable, considering I told her- WAIT! I had guns? “um, Applejack, I didn’t even know I had guns, do ya think you could let me see them, just to make sure they’re unloaded and safe?” “they’re in mah barn, along with the other stuff ya’ll showed up with.” I HAD OTHER SHIT?! WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?! “Other stuff?” she didn't look surprised to hear that. “ya, ya’ll kind of crashed right here and all kinds of weird boxes and cans and bags and crates landed around here.” Well fuck, just what all did I have? She continued. “and about an hour ago, just after sunset-“ “don’t ya mean sunrise Applejack? It’s daylight out.” She looked really confused. “what are ya’ll talkin about? It’s dark as the inside of mah apple cellar out here.” Right on, I had night vision, that explains the eyes, AJ must have thought the same thing, judging by her suddenly understanding look, but she continued. “Anyway, just after sunset these really strange carts showed up, they’re back at mah barn too, they look like those “cars” ya’ll told me about, but one has some kind of cart behind it. And they were really hard to pull.” I couldn’t help but giggle. “well ya, they weigh like four thousand pounds.” I looked at the crusaders; they looked impressed, at Applejack. I guessed pounds were a recognised unit of weight in Equestria. I kind of felt weird that nopony was acting scared anymore, considering I just turned into a six foot tall, bipedal creature. But I guess I should consider that a good thing, or not, maybe their minds were too far gone now to register fear. Applejack seemed to notice how crowded I felt and decided to give me a little room. “well, it’s way past bedtime for these youngins, best get em to bed.” They all complained, but AJ gave them a glare and they all seemed to get the hint. As they left, she turned to me. “ya’ll better come too, ya know, to check on yer stuff and all.” I was all too happy to listen, but my brain was with me. “ya, just one sec.” I went to go down on all fours and thought pony, it worked. Thank fuck.

On the walk I couldn’t help but notice something tugging at my side, just under my last rib, about a third of the way down from my spine. I looked beside me at Applejack, she was staring at me giggling. “ya know, you might be considerin’ tuckin’ yer wings in.” Wings?... wait? I looked back at my side and said the first thing that came to mind. “holy shit I’m a Pegasus, fucken rights.” AJ giggled again, I looked at my outstretched wings for a second and folded them up against my side, that felt better, and again, it felt really natural, I bet I could fly easily. Applejack started walking closer to me, I figured it was because I could see where I was going, she almost walked into three trees, and then she started to ask questions. “So Jens, do ya’ll really like me, like, as much as ya seemed to the other day?” how long was I out? “yes ma’am.” “so, can ah ask why?” crap. Well, here goes nothin’. “well, it’s a long story Applejack.” “long walk, ya’ll landed on the farthest part of mah farm.” I was really hoping to avoid this, but fuck it. All or nuthin’. “Okay, fine.” I decided it would be better to stop her, sit her down, and look her in the eye. I did so, but I had to ask first. “do ya think the girls will be okay by themselves?” she was a quick reply. “oh yeah, mah lil sis knows her way around this farm as good as ah do.” Okay, so we had time. “alright Applejack, brace yourself. I don’t know how to sugar-coat this, so I won’t.” My accent kicked in. Great, I spilled my feelings sounding like Larry the cable guy. “Ah love ya Applejack, ah think ya’ll are the smartest, kindest, bravest, toughest, cutest, most honest, most loveable, most perfect girl of any species. E’rry time ah see ya, ah feel like muh whole life, E’rry bad thing ah ever had to go through, was way more n worth it jus ta see yer face. Ah have a picture of ya next to muh bed, (too far? Nah.) It’s the first thing ah look at when ah get up, an’ the last thing before ah go ta sleep. When ah passed out b’fore ah came here, ah was starin’ at it, cuz it made the pain hurt less. Ah-.” Applejack shoved a hoof in my mouth; her face was as red as the ribbons she ties her hair with. She stared at me for a sec, that thing ponies seem to be able to do with their irises, change the size and such, hers were as big as her eyes, and her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their heads, and, were those? Tears? Once she figured out I stopped talking, she took the hoof out of my mouth. (Weird observation, her hoof tasted like dirt, big surprise.) We kind of just stared at each other for a few minutes, before Applejack broke the silence. “ya’ll think Ah’m... pretty?...” “well yeah, didn’t ya hear me?” she took a second to answer, but her answer really surprised me. “but... Ah’m not a pretty pony. Rarity is a-“ it was my turn to shove a hoof in a mouth. “no Applejack, she isn’t.” I removed my hoof from her mouth and continued. “Jackie, Rarity spends insane amounts of time, energy, an’ money on just her hair. You, you don’t even need to try and you look incredible. That’s one of the things ah love about ya, when ya go outside an’ present yerself to the world, yer Applejack the pony, not Applejack the makeup doll.” She looked like she was about to cry, so I decided it was time to continue on our walk. Right after she stood up, she asked. “so, what do ya’ll think makes me look pretty?” I’ll spare you the page-long rant on that and just say I covered everything from her mane and tail, to the curves of her body (and seeing her face to face, let me tell ya, she had some freakin’ sexy curves) anyway, by the time I was done even she could make out the details of her barn. “well, here we are.” “very nice.” Yay, my accent went away. “so... are ya’ll gonna need a place to sleep?” “nah, I’m pretty sure I’ve been sleeping for a few days.” She looked at me funny. “yer pretty sure?” “well, how long ago did I talk to you and your friends?” “about three days ago.” Holy fuck, good nap. “Well that’s how long I’ve been out.” She looked at me almost horrified. “WHOAH! Ya’ll must be starvin’.” Now that I thought about it, I was. “ya know what, I could use some water, but no food until I see those guns, and that other crap. I bet one of those crates has some food in it anyway.” “alright, right this way.” She showed me into the barn, after I went back to being human, and my jaw hit the floor. Inside was a humvee, with a 2 axle closed in trailer, about 20 feet long. And a truck. Not just a regular pickup either. A 79 ford f-350 crew cab 6x6, not a common beast. Most definitely custom made judging by the Rockwell axles, the 54 inch super swampers, the giant deck, and the stacks coming out behind the cab. In the corner was about a dozen wooden crates, about two feet wide, two tall, and four long. On top of those were ammo boxes, of all different kinds, 5.56, 7.62, linked and unlinked, one kind I could tell were for M2 .50 caliber machine guns, there were about a dozen of those. That was impressive, but what almost scared me were the other ones, there were about two-dozen of those, and they were for MARK-19 automatic grenade launchers, a gun which I only had the pleasure of shooting once, 96 rounds, but still, I had only needed to see this gun shoot once to make it one of my favourites. Whatever I needed this kind of firepower for, it was gonna be bad. Then she showed me the guns and equipment I had on me. I had an M16 A2, with an m203 and the appropriate sights and handguard. For those less educated, Scarface’s gun. A glock 18, grenades, an M9 bayonet, and, the creepy part, my knife. As in the one I made myself out of 440 stainless. Yup, someone had access to my shit. Applejack came in with a pitcher of water and a letter, then yawned. She looked funny when she was tired. “this was on one of the boxes, hope it helps.” She paused, then yawned again “ah’ma hit the hay, see ya’ll in the mornin’.” The fact that she trusted me enough to leave me alone in a barn full of weapons was almost comforting. I decided to read the letter and clean my guns after. I opened it and read it.
Jens, first things first. No, the vehicles will not run out of fuel. (WHOOOO!!!) Batteries don’t run out, and if you use something from the one of the crates, close it, wait 5 seconds and reopen it, it will be full again, same goes for the ammo boxes, maybe alternate between two or three and you should have unlimited ammo. (GET SOME!!!) We don’t know why it’s like that, but it is. Second, we are sorry this had to happen. I’m not. Your family has been told you volunteered to participate in a military experiment where you will be sent to the Antarctic to train as an extreme cold warrior, but you probably guessed that’s not the case. To be honest, we can’t tell you why you’re here, just that Equestria needs you. (Great, no mission, but big firepower). As far as that goes, we know you don’t mind fighting for it. (Very true.) But we should tell you that this was a one way trip. You WILL be here the rest of your life. (Let me explain my feelings in two words. YEEEEEEEE HAWWWWW!!!) we don’t know how you feel about that but that’s the way it is. Also, you probably figured out your new body already, you’re a smart guy right? (Sometimes.) Just so you know, we can’t give you advice on that because we don’t know how it works, just that it works. And we will be contacting you; there is a voice recorder/radio in one of the crates, on the top there is a little red light, if it is blinking, push play to hear the message, if you want to send a message, or if you need something, hold record, say whatever you need to say, and release, easy. We know what we forced you to give up back home, so we will do our best to make sure you’re happy. Whatever you need, just ask. Hope you don’t mind, but we took the liberty of changing your DNA a bit. (Not cool whoever you are. But now I know where I was for 3 days) You are very well built now. Bigger, stronger, faster. You heal quicker; you probably already figured out the night vision, best get some sunglasses on. (Great, I’m the six million dollar pony.) And we both know you’re gonna be trying to get laid constantly so, we should mention a few things about pony anatomy. First, ponies do have sex for pleasure, so their reproductive organs are pretty much the same as humans. The whole body is sensitive like that, but there are some key pleasure centres, the obvious one, the back, chest, stomach, neck, ears, cutie marks, on pegasi the wings(leading edge is extremely sensitive, like only one other part.) the tongue, and some ponies like getting their hair pulled. (Great, I’m getting sex advice from a stranger who kidnapped me. But good notes, tongue everything except the legs, sides, face and hooves.) And one more thing, we saw to it that you were... better equipped than most ponies. (So they pissed around with my DNA, no harm no foul.) You ARE a Pegasus, so you’d better learn to fly, if you don’t know already. One last thing, your family sends your stuff and good wishes.

I stuffed the letter, which made me smile like Pinkie Pie at the grand galloping gala, in a pocket. I decided to clean my guns. I’ll spare you that but this is important, at least to anyone familiar with guns, when I got it open and started cleaning I made a huge discovery. The barrel was chrome-lined, The bolt carrier had something instead of a gas key, there was a strike plate for a short stroke piston, and a super stiff action spring. That’s right boys, a piston-driven A2. To people not familiar with guns, that pretty much means that the reliability and ease of maintenance of the gun in harsh conditions tripled. An M16 that don’t jam, that’s a real golden gun. And it was now gonna be my primary weapon.

Once I got that done I decided to look in the crates. I almost fainted. I found, in order, two browning M2A1 machine guns with spare barrels, one MK19 with a few more ammo boxes in with it, two M-60 machine guns with ammo and barrels, that radio, three crates full of all kinds of ammo, a crate full of assault rifles, from Canadian C7s to German G36s, two crates full of engine parts, a crate full of my stuff from home (one little crate held it all) a crate full of all kinds of armor, helmets, personal communication equipment, pouches for all kinds of mags, and a few gun scabbards. (the equipment crate) and, most awesomely, the last crate had in it, my three favourite guns of all time, an Auto Assault-12 (yeah, I got an AA12, sweet!) a Barrett M-107A1 with a standard Barrett muzzle brake, and a Mossberg 590A1 special purpose, 20 inch barrel, 10 shot mag, collapsible pistol-grip stock, Eotech, all the stuff I loved. Finally figured out why I had that bayonet. (Yeah, one of my favourite guns is a cheap-o pump action, bite me) someone in high places liked me. I was fucking beaming.

Applejack came in sometime during my inspection of my crap. she must have seen my expression because she started giggling. “so, ya’ll are impressed?” I just nodded, and then she added. “Well, three crates broke open; those small steel boxes were from a small one, like the others, and those big boxes are from a really big crate, ah don’t think we could have moved it if it stayed in one piece.” Okay, that was two, “what about the third?” “These were in it.” She reached behind the stack and held up a military-grade MRE in her mouth. Yay, I got munchies. “Whaft ishh fishh?” she dropped it, and looked up at me. “that, Applejack, is the breakfast of champions.”
I completely forgot about the pitcher of water. I almost chugged the whole thing, minus what I needed for the heater pack and the included drinks, all three of them. Once it was all cooked I went back to being a pony, somehow using my one hoof to hold the food (spaghetti and meat sauce) and the other to use the spoon. I didn’t care why it worked, as long as it worked. Once I was done that Applejack asked me. “hey, what’s yer cutie mark look like?” I was as curious as she was so I proceeded to strip and got a sudden shot of shyness. “could ya give me some privacy please?” she took off her hat and threw it on a hay bale. She looked good without her hat on. “there, ah took mah clothin’ off, now...” she walked right up and looked me in the eye, inches away from my face. “strip for me.” She had to say it in a sexy tone too, god dammit. I froze standing straight up. My eyes were wide open but my irises were barely there they were so small. Then I heard a pomf and instantly Applejack started laughing her ass off, I already knew I had a wingboner, hell I felt it, so I decided to think about her sexy, little, toned, ass. When she got control of her laughter she spoke up. “alright now, ya’ll know ah didn’t mean it like that.” “sure sounded like it.” She blushed. “well, either way, clothes off.” Was she flirting with me? I wished she was. “fine.” I got out of my clothes. And noticed Applejack was staring at me. I kicked on the accent (I can do it by choice sometimes, it takes less brain power) “ya’ll see somethin’ interestin’?” she got shocked out of her trance. “Uhhh... no, ah just... didn’t expect ya’ll to be... well...” just then Big Macintosh opened the barn door. As soon as he did I went blind, and my eyes burned like the fires of a thousand hells. I hit the floor with a loud BANG and put my forehooves over my eyes. The whole time I was screaming “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!”
I will never be able to thank Applejack enough for slamming the door. Then her and Big Macintosh came running over and helped me up. “are ya’ll alright, Jens?” I looked at her with a face that said well yeah, I just hit the floor screamin’, I’m fine. “Yeah, ah just need to get muh sunglasses on.” Big Mac looked confused until I looked at him. I think seeing my eyes was enough for him to piece it together. He was really smarter than he looked. And I noticed that I was bigger than him. Not taller, well, maybe two inches, but bigger, like, kick his ass and smoke a cigar bigger. Right on. I found my glasses I got out of the crate of my shit, big surprise, they were green aviators. I must be the camo pony. But they were as dark as welding goggles. Hell, that’s what I used them for. So they would do nicely.
Big Mac decided to take his leave right about then. Still don’t know why. Applejack was leaving too but I stopped her. “Hey, AJ.” She looked at me. “Yeah?” I grabbed her hat off the hay bale and plopped it on her head. She smiled up at me. I was definitely bigger than her, but she could still kick my ass. She is the ultimate pony. “What were ya gonna say before yer brother came in?” she got a huge blush on, and closed the door. “well, ya’ll looked really... excited there.” I just looked at her confused. She continued. “like... excited, excited” I just blinked, I am such a dumbass. “ya had more than a “wing” boner Jens.” OH... fuck. My turn to blush. “so... why were ya’ll... staring...” I was determined to make her cheeks explode. “well... ah... um... just found it... interestin, is all...” I hit the floor laughing. She got mad and went to leave. ”wait, AJ, ah didn’t mean to laugh, come on.” She looked at me blankly, then said “what.” She was pissed. “Ah’m sorry, ah just never heard a girl say “interestin” when she meant somethin else.” “An what’s THAT s’posed to mean?” I really didn’t want to say it, because I knew she would never walk with her ass facing me again. But I had to now. “well, when ah think of... well... yer ass, ah don’ think ah would use interestin’ t’ describe it.” She looked even more pissed, and started walking towards me. I started backing up. “And what would you use?” she broke her accent. Tread carefully so as to avoid a beating. “Well...” “I’m waitin’.” This wasn’t going to end well. “uhm...” she was getting close. Think of something. Too late. She had me backed against a wall, standing on my hind legs, and she was still inching closer. “Jens, what word would you use to describe my ass.” I looked down and closed my eyes, waiting for the beating. Then the best surprise ever happened. She grabbed my head, turned me to face her, pulled my sunglasses off, and kissed me. My eyes shot open and my pupils were once again the size of a pencil, in eyes as big around as a coffee cup. She moved her hooves from my head to my chest, and started pushing. Holy fuck did that feel good. Then she started pushing with her tongue, I took the hint and opened my mouth. The fics are right, she tastes like apples. I closed my eyes and started moving my tongue around, but my body was still frozen. All I could think was is this really happening?
We played with each other’s tongues a bit before she broke the kiss and looked at me, smiling. “ya’ll didn’t really think ah’d beat ya fer that, did ya?” I nodded and she chuckled. “who’s a silly pony?” she took her hooves off my chest and I slid down the wall. My back hit the floor with a graceless thud, and my head was propped up on the wall. She laughed and walked on top of me. Standing over me she said “ya’ll can touch me, ya know. Ah aint kissin’ a doll, am ah?” I got control of my body, reached up, and pulled her in for another kiss. She was all too happy to oblige. Just before I kissed her I said “perfect.” I started to kiss her but she pushed away. “what?” I chuckled “the word ah use to describe your ass, perfect. Kind of an understatement but it’s all ah can think of.” She took her hat off again and gave me a naughty smile. “well, how’d ya like a better look.” I just groaned “mmmm hmmm.” She chuckled. “alright, but no touching, clear?” I saluted. “Yes ma’am” She stood up, turned around, and picked up her tail. The way my head was tilted, I could see everything. Her cutie marks, her incredible, well toned, cheeks. The base of her tail. Her butthole, which was orange, and really clean. (Greasy, I know. But still, she takes good care of herself.) Her pink, velvety wetness. Everything. WAIT! She was wet? I was getting her wet!? AWESOME!!! “ya’ll like what ya see? Ah sure do.” What? “What do ya mean, Jackie?” she looked back at me, and moved back a bit. I could smell her now, it was intoxicating. I was having a hard time not grabbing her and diving my face right in. Applejack broke my trance after a second. “Well, ya’ll aint looking too bad down there yourself.” I almost jumped. I didn’t even feel my boner until she mentioned it. I hadn’t even actually seen it since I was in my room. And now I had a bigger problem. Well, not bigger. (BA-DUM, TSHHH) But in all seriousness, I hadn’t used the bathroom in three, maybe four days. There goes my fun. “Uhm... Jackie?” she looked at me, but not because I spoke. “Jens, is there a problem?” I just gave her a one-word answer. “Bathroom.”
Applejack showed me around the side of her barn. We were both disappointed, But Applejack found a silver lining. “at least ya’ll just needed ta use the bathroom. When ya’ll started ta get soft, ah was worried ya’ll saw somethin’ wrong with me.” I laughed. “Jackie, I use perfect to describe more about ya then yer ass.” That seemed to cheer her up, and seeing her smile made me feel better too. She pointed to an outhouse. “there ya go, have at er.”
I finished up in there and went back outside. Applejack was waiting. Almost creepy. “mah friends are here, they wanna meet ya.” Crap. “Awww, no more fun?” she laughed, then walked up and kissed me. “We can tell em ya took awhile.” I was beaming again; even through my sunglasses applejack could see the excitement in my eyes. She had to kill my buzz. “But jus’ a couple o minutes. Or they’ll come lookin’ fer us.” She brought my buzz back to life when she tackle-kissed me. She was a horny little one.
After a couple minutes Applejack got off of me. “we’d better go.” My buzz died again, but she was right. As we rounded the corner of her house, I saw her friends. All five of them. They were sitting on a nice shady patch of grass. I stopped. Applejack looked at me. “Jackie, if I run, please don’t try and stop me.” She understood. Her friends had a history of overreacting and causing trouble for other ponies. “ah’ll chase ya, and if we’re alone ah’ll pin ya down and kiss ya, but ah understand. If mah friends are around ah’ll let ya get away.” She poked me with a hoof. “and ya’ll don’t call me Jackie around other ponies.” I gave her a dramatic salute. She giggled. We started walking again and I stated “and so begins mah first day in Equestria.”