Destiny of a Lover

The sound of knocking on the door jolted Cynthia and her boyfriend from sleep. With a moan of frustration and rekindled desire, Justin rolled off her, and started to dress.

Cynthia, having mastered the art of magical camouflage, simply applied a shield of energy that looked an awful lot like a bathrobe that you might see at the local spa. "Just a minute, I'm coming!" she yelled.

"My you really are getting this magical thing down." Justin remembered with glee, how his girl had figured out how to enhance the experience of both vaginal and oral stimulation. His head still 'in the clouds', Justin pulled on his tshirt and pants(the old, much-worn out ones he'd been wearing before had been replaced before the night was out), and headed into the kitchen which was adjacent to the entryway, when he overheard Cynthia talking to the person at the door.

"How soon? Should I... you know, dress up? I mean, he is a king and all..." Closing the door with a sigh, Cynthia turned to her lover.

"Who was that?" he asked, noting the pained expression on the girl's face. "An emissary from the king; he's coming here." "Wait, this place is run by a king?" "Yes, and the first time I met him went..." Cynthia's voice trailed off, her voice choked by unhappiness. "Went what, love? What did he do or say?" "I... he.." Cynthia paused and regained composure.

"Wash your face, and shave," she instructed, changing the subject quickly. "What don't you have to anymore? he queried. "No, I can use magic to permanently alter my physique. A girl's dream!" She beamed, and it sent a wave of joy through Justin's heart. "Babe, I'm glad things are the way they are for you now... It's just... you!" he exclaimed. "Did you know," he continued, "that my dick still hurts?" "No!" Cynthia's face screwed up in a teasing laugh. "Did you know," she quipped, "that you are the first male I've let do that stuff to me, while I was here?" Justin paused. "Have you really not gotten any... at all?" "Nope. I knew I'd figure out how to bring you here, or... I dunno." trailing off, Cynthia looked at the ground for a moment, then felt her chin being lifted. "No matter what happens, it seems you just won't let go of me," he cried through watering eyes. "No matter what I've done, or what I do... why?" Putting her hand on his chest, Cynthia smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Because, I love you... and that's not something I feel for anyone - or anypony - else." Nuzzling his chin, she suddenly tightened her muscles, and took a small step back.

"Now, we have a king to meet!" she stated pompously. "Wait, that's what the person at the door was all about?" "Yes; I told him months ago I was going to figure out how to bring you here, and I suspect that he wants to make sure everything is in order." she said proudly.

King Midnight Flame strode in, followed by his wife Celestia(who was now a Queen of Equestria). Sitting down on the proffered cushions in the living room, pleasantries were exchanged and tea was served.

"So, this is the new guy, eh?" King Midnight eyed Justin up and down. "Son, you look like you were just pulled out of a warzone." Justin began to reply, but he was cut off, and Cynthia spoke up. "The whole world went to hell, king. From what Justin has told me, things started falling apart very fast after I was taken here." Yes, yes, I've heard the same from other... survivors of the journey here."

The king narrowed his vision, and continued. "After you, there were many other... incidents, let's call them, of humans coming into contact with Equestria." Cynthia gasped, wondering what the important information the king was about to divulge.

"Nazis, Cynthia. The nazis are here."

The pupils of the two humans across the room shrunk, and both bodies tightened. "How?" Cynthia started, "How, did they get here? And do you have any names of the ones that got here?"

"Well," came the king's reply, "I don't know how they got here, and I know little about them. The fact is, we have agents in their circles, throughout Equestria, but they're so damn secretive..." Justin started here. "Do we have any names? That might help-"

Cut off by the king's upraised hoof, Justin fell silent. King Midnight pulled a piece of paper from his saddlebag, and floated it over to the humans in the room. On the cover was the slogan: Banish the Impure! Reclaim Equestria, in the Name of Brotherhood! On it were also a few ponies, wearing the distinctive armband of international peace-turned-to-hate: the red and black swastika.

"It's... real..." Cynthia stammered. King Midnight nodded, and looked to Celestia before adding, "We have the name of the leader too." With the full attention of all three beings in the room, he went on. "His name... is Ernst Roehm..." "But he's supposed to have died, in 1934!" Cynthia exploded. "I know, but given the circumstances of all the people that have gotten here from Earth... I mean, we have people who believe the world is flat! I don't know what to do with these 'immigrants.'"

Celestia spoke up again, drawing Cynthia's attention. "Perhaps we should leave the men alone, Midnight can take good care of himself." Cynthia brought the queen to the front yard, where they began to walk the open ground.

"They showed up in Trottingham and Mareheim," Queen Celestia started. "Funny, those names sound just like the area those people came from on Earth..." Cynthia replied, looking away. "Is something the matter?" "No, it's just that... I guess I thought this place would be safe from them. You've seen into Midnight's mind; the horrors they're responsible for?" Nodding Celestia sat on the stone ben beside Cynthia. "Midnight... Charles, I guess, back then. He was in a place called Vietnam. Horrific, what he went through. But he's seen the historical records left by the monstrosities we have now." Looking her queen in the eye, Cynthia pressed her forehoof like a hand. "Them being here... we're going to war, you know this, right?" Queen Celestia nodded again, watching the nearby zen fountain Cynthia had set up.

"I see," King Midnight said, "so you're a veteran of... the Persian Gulf War..." "The second one, actually. Really, it was never called off." "One of those 'cease-fire' things?" the king asked. Justin only bobbed his head, and both men looked at the flyer, contemplating the things to come.

"I know I can count on you, Kennedy," the king started again, "I was Marine, but I partied with some Army guys. The bras didn't like that a whole lot." Laughing, Justin reached his hand over to the king's hoof, and waited. "When the time comes, you know you can count on me, right? Cynthia will need protecting, and this place is a place worth fighting for." Eyeing his hand, King Midnight put out his hoof. "I know you're trustworthy. I'll tell you when we know more. We do things differently here, you know." Laughing, the men rose to their feet, and started searching for the ladies.

"Griffons, Dragons, Windigoes... the list goes on! This land is a land of peace, as long as it is ours!" The crowd roared, "You! You, are the ones who are worthy of the peace of this land! You must be the ones to take back the Equestria of old!"

"Good orator, is he not?" one stallion in the crowd said to another. "Yes, yes, he is! He makes a convincing case. We have lost something of ourselves in all this 'tolerance' crap lately," the other replied. "Do you know his name?" said the first one. "No, but he is a smart stallion," said the second. "What is his name then?" "He calls himself Ernst Roehm," the first replied.