Bear flew from the worm-hole at astonishing speeds. He was never much one for safety, but that was because he didn’t much care. Being a man who came from the same background as Jack, or “Wolf”, as Bear knew him, he was dissatisfied with his own life. The only things that drove him on where money, drugs, and sex. Very common with most mercenaries at this point. While he had known Wolf in a past life, he was just another target now. Easily killable. He was probably too busy trying to get in the pants of every chick he could find to notice the fact that this place, whatever the hell it was, was being invaded by a bunch of paramilitaries employed by the very man that killed him. If Bear didn’t kill Wolf, then some other sap would, leaving Bear to take all the credit. He kinda hoped that would be the case. Wolf was a good soldier, and it would be terrible to look him in the eyes as Bear choked the last drops of life out of him.

Bear looked around, taking in the landscape. The town he had parachuted over was surrounded by woodland, except for a plain stretching towards a valley. On the top of the valley walls, which were towering mountains, was a golden and marble city, probably something of a capitol for this inferior race. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise sounded, and the merc’s parachute deployed, jerking him upward. It was approximately 20 seconds until he hit the ground, so he had to find a good landing spot soon.

There wasn’t much to land on. The forest was a no go, and the feilds were far off. The only place to land now, was a small clearing near a swamp. There was a small island, surrounded by what looked like tar. Bear swung his body in that direction, the wind carrying him softly until he landed safely on the island. He simply dropped his parachute, and looked around.

The island has a small stepping stone pathway back to the main body of land, giving Bear a safe passage over the bubbling tar. He took it gracefully, landing on the other side without fault. The gun-for-hire looked around the area he was in, letting rain droplets hit his skin softly. There were boot like footprints in the mud on the ground, and Bear smiled.

“Gotcha, Wolf. Now, I’m the bigger hunter.”

“Welcome to Zecora’s basement. Filled with mud and skeletons and hundreds of flesh eating bacterias. Lovely.”

Jack had entered through the bottom of the hut, only to fall into a underground bog, filled with bones, mud, and what looked like oversized flesh eating worms. The merc had seen his fair share of nasty places, but this was in his top five, if not two. While his boots did give him some protection, he could feel the worms slamming into his legs, trying to take a chunk out of him. He hoped that this beetle thing wasn’t as bad as these worms.

The bog had a small amount of light pouring in from the caves attached to it. It had started to downpour outside, and the cool water mixed with the hot bog mud made it steamy inside the swamp, making it near impossible to see. Jack noted this, and continued on through the mud, letting the warm, thick, brown and red liquid cover his khakis. Jack heard the distant sound of thunder, but the headstrong human ignored it, trudging onwards.

After a while of walking towards what seemed like the center of the cave, the heat had a steep increase. It went from slightly uncomfortable to like seven inches from the midday sun in 10 seconds flat. Jack wiped his brow is discomfort, and trudged on. The mud became a little lighter, and a bit thicker, along with smellier. It felt as if Jack was trudging through a semen lake, and the fact that those fucking worms kept on biting him was not helping the image.

Water dripped from the ceiling, making Jack look as if he had gone swimming. As the cavern got hotter, it seemed as if it was raining from the cavern ceiling. Another weird ass thing to add to Jack’s increasing list about disturbing things in this cave.

Then came the groaning. The light was practically gone now, making Jack practically blind. The groaning was not of that of a hungry zombie, but of a teenage boy pleasing himself with his sisters lotion that she had used between her- well, you know where I’m going with this. The stink of the cavern had increased sharply, now smelling of a fleshlight that hadn’t been cleaned in a week. Jack’s stomach went topsy turvey, but he didn’t toss his cookies, seeing as how he didn’t have anything to hurl up. He could thank Fluttershy for that later, but right now, the merc needed to focus on other things.

Jack saw a bright light ahead of him, as well as moving objects in the room where the light was coming from. From the small reflection off the mud, he could see it was almost pure white now. The smell make Jack dry heave, tears coming to his eyes. He was almost afraid that his stitches were going to split open, he was heaving so much. Finally, after about 2 minutes of wanting to throw up, Jack trudged on, through the thick white goo, into the room.

Even though Jack had nothing in his stomach, he threw up right then and there. The Rosemary Beetle was not a beetle at all. It was a fat, tentacle covered blob with wings, with at least 7 penises raping what looked like the bodies of Hernando Vega’s grunts. Massive, long black tentacles shoved themselves into the bloody asses of the now dead soldiers, blood and semen spewing out with each thrust. The monster was groaning happily, using its smaller tentacles to jerk off the dead humans. Jack just kept on throwing up stomach acids into the pool of rotting semen he was standing in, so disgusted by what he was seeing, he thought about killing himself right then and there.

“New... Comer....” Said the monster, dropping the dead bodies into the semen pool. Its penis tentacles slowly slithered towards Jack. The merc raised his head, drawing his machete in one hand, and his knife in the other.

“You aren’t raping me, you faggot monster,” Jack said, spinning his blades.

The largest penis tentacle lashed out at Jack, slapping him across the room. The soldier landed on a cum-covered wall, before falling into the semen pit. There was no use trying to fight the massive dick-whips on this thing. Jack raised himself from the sticky white goo, and spotted one of the dead militia’s grenade packs. Jack lunged for it, only to get his leg wrapped with a dick-tentacle. The human reached up, cutting through the large black tentacle, leaving Jack flying through the air, towards the grenade pack.

The merc landed in the goo, grabbing the grenade pack, and swiftly opening it. He grabbed two grenades, pulling the pin on both, before chucking them at the monster. They landed near the top of the Rosemary Beetle, before exploding, sending chunks of the sex crazed monster across the room, including the wings straight at Jack. It smashed him into the wall, sticking him to the cum-covered barrier. The poor human was utterly disgusted, before sliding down into the now red and white pool of blood.

“Holy fuck that was nasty... I’m going to cry in the corner of a shower now,” Jack said to himself, grabbing the wings, folding them so that they were small enough to fit in his pockets. He looked around the massive room, noting that the source of light was from the small opening above him. He decided to climb the fleshy walls with his Machete and knife, going slowly upwards, leaving the disgusting place.

When he reached the top, he realized something was very off. Those were humans. How could they have been here? Besides that, they were Hernando’s humans. They were outfitted with heavy duty weapons too. Assault Rifles, knives, grenades. Something told Jack that this was not a political envoy. The merc stood up, when suddenly, more tenticle dicks exploded from the hole in a mass of jizz and blood, feeling for Jack on the surface.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” The human fell on his back, kicking the ground so that he could move backwards, away from the hole. The massive monster raised itself from the hole, its half destroyed head still splurting blood. The tentacles surrounding it’s body spread out, revealing one, massive, red eye. It threw up blood at Jack, who narrowly dodged it.

“What does it take to kill this thing?!” Shouted Jack, as the monster lashed at him, hitting him in the thigh. He flew across the clearing near the hole, slamming him into a tree. The human heard a sickening *POP*, as his shoulder dislocated. He screamed in pain, as the monster slowly surrounded his body with its tentacles, lifting him up in the air. Jack’s legs were spread apart, and one, sticky, slimy tentacle ran itself on the humans underside.

“F-fuck...” Jack said to himself, through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, there was an intense heat below Jack, and a screaming sound. The monster dropped Jack, letting him hit the ground with a *thud*, knocking the wind out of him. Flames licked the ground around the human, making him roll out of the hot zone. As soon as he was safe, Jack stood up, his shoulder still dislocated, watching as the monster turned into goo and smoke. He then also realized that somepony, or someone was using a flamethrower.

The humans attention turned towards the user, who had finished off the monster. Jack’s eyes went wide as saucers, as a massive man turned towards him, smiling. He had dark skin, a spiky brown mohawk, blue jeans, a black jacket and gloves. On his head, he had teardrops tattooed near his eyes, and a single paw in the middle of his forehead. His eyes were dark, nearly pitch black, and faded, as if they had seen things no man should.

“Well, hello there, Wolf. Fancy seeing you here...” Said the man, as he pulled the trigger on the flamethrower, sparking a flame in front of the barrel.

Jack simply stared at the man, a face or realization spreading across his face.

“Fuck.”

The flamethrower sprouted to life, sending a flame towards Jack. He didn’t even have time to react. The last thing he remembered was a massive, purple shield appearing before the flames engulfed him.

“You know what the difference between you and I is, Wolf?”

“What is that, Snake?”

“You care about who you kill.That’s why you’re in this situation right now.”

Snake stood over the body of the child, kicking his body. Wolf was sitting down, his legs given out before him. Well, that and the fact that Snake had just shot his foot out from under him. Snake kneeled down in front of Wolf, smiling. The small, asian man was always a bit weird. Never felt any reason not to cause collateral damage. He was a bastard at its finest. Wolf and Bear both hated him, but Eagle kept him on the sole reason that he was effective.

“You know, Wolf, you killed this kid,” Said Snake, smiling, licking his small M9 pistol. His tongue was split into two, hence his name. “You’ll probably lose your job.”

“Fuck you, you piece of psychotic shit,” Wolf spat at him, and Snake simply smiled.

“You know, its a shame, Wolf. You were the best of us. I think I’ll spare you the embarrassment, and just kill you,” Snake said, pulling a gasoline can off the ground, and emptying it all over the grass hut.

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that,” Wolf said, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “You killed that child for no obvious reason. A human BEING.”

“He’s not a human being. That thing right there,” Snake pointed at the body of the small Somalian child. “Is the dirt underneath my boot. I am of a higher race. These animals, do not deserve to be called human. More like... Caddle, or fodder, just waiting to be killed by other Caddle or Fodder.”

Snake pulled out a lighter, and threw it on the ground of the hut, lighting the gasoline and grass alike on fire, walking out. Wolf watched as the flames made their way up the walls, engulfing the whole room in fire.

“Not today, you fuck.”

Wolf stood up, besides his pain, and ran out of the burning hut, bursting through the flame covered hut, causing his own clothes to be caught on fire. Snake turned around, his pistol drawn, but he was too late. Wolf was already upon him, snarling in anger.

In one swift move, Wolf brought his elbow down upon Snake’s head, splitting his brow, causing blood to splatter onto Wolf. The massive agent had rage in his eyes. Snake would have no chance at this point.

“Time to die, you piece of shit,” Wolf growled, bringing his gloved fist down upon Snake’s face.

Blood flew everywhere, as Wolf’s first blow broke Snake’s nose. A second blow nearly dislodged his eyeball. A third actually did so. The fourth was the most powerful, snapping Snake’s delicate jaw. The powerful man then forced Snake’s mouth open, and grabbed his split tongue, starting to pull. He then put a foot on Snake’s throat, pushing down on it as he pulled his tongue. Snake could just jerk and scream in pain, as he felt his throat slowly be pulled apart and crushed at the same time. Blood splattered as Snake’s tongue split, muscle and veins tearing apart effortlessly. Finally, with a final pull, Wolf pulled the whole of the tongue out of Snake’s throat, crushing the asian agents neck in the process. A soft gurgling sound formed, as Snake silently died.

Fire surrounded Jack, as he stared lifelessly into the sky. He wasn’t dead, but Twilight had hit him with a braindead spell before he could try and run away. Now, the gang had to deal with this Flamethrower weilding human.

“Now how in tarnation did you get my Flamethrower!?” Asked Applejack angrily.

“Easy now, darling. I suggest you get back a couple feet back, before I burn your pretty, pretty fur off,” Bear said, sending out a plume of flames everytime one of the ponies took a step closer.

“Leave us alone!” Shouted Rainbow Dash, angrily

Just a couple minutes ago, the ponies had followed the landing pattern of the “birds” and ended up watching most of them- a good 20 out of 30- fall into the Rosemary Beetles lair. From there, they waited, until they heard explosions, loud bangs, and then, watched as Jack pulled himself out of the hole. They were about to seize him, when a the beetle came out once more, about to kill Jack. Not before another human came out, Flamethrower in hand, and burned the beetle to a crisp. Now, Twilight was trying to protect her friends, and her specimen. She wasn’t doing a very good job either.

“I’m going to take Jack, and that’ll be the end of it, ya hear? No more motherfuckin’ games, horsies,” Said Bear angrily, slowly walking towards Jack. He was slapped by a purple shield for his troubles. He sent a plume of flames at Twilight, who easily deflected it.

“You know what, you purple bitch,” Said Bear angrily. “I’m going to shove my dick in your ass by the time I’m done. and I’m going to rape you good, and long, and hard. You’ll be beggin’ for death.”

He aimed his flamethrower at Twilight, and sent a airblast her way, sending her flying back. She no longer could protect her friends, so they all jumped back. All except Rarity.

Bear lunged for her, grabbing the white pony by her small, soft breast. She squeaked in pain, as he flipped her in front of him, still gripping her breast. The fashionista groaned, as Bear put more pressure on her tit, licking up her ear.

“Wolf, your friend, and this flamethrower are all coming with me. Got that?” Asked Bear gruffly. Twilight couldn’t possibly get Rarity back. Not with the wind knocked out of her, and with that Flamethrower. Only one way to save Rarity

Jack woke up, his vision blurry. Bear had his back towards Jack, and was holding some poor soul hostage. He couldn’t move yet, but his muscles were slowly warming up. He slowly stood up, the sounds around him not registering yet. His vision finally cleared, and he saw that the whole clearing was scorched. An AK-47 was thrown onto the floor next to Jack, and the aging merc picked it up slowly. He aimed towards Bear, still off balance, and popped off a shot.

The bullet plunged through Bear’s lower calf, cutting through the muscle quickly. Jack attempted to fire another shot, but the gun just clicked emptily. Jack looked around for a magazine, and spotted one laying on the ground, only 2 feet away. Before he could jump for it, he was hit with an airblast, as was sent sprawling over the AK-47 ammunition.

Bear kept Rarity in front of him, until he reached the edge of the clearing. He dropped the Flamethrower, threw Rarity on his back, and limp/sprinted through the brush. The girls were about to take off after him, when Jack started sprinting after him, firing a new magazine of bullets at Bear.

“Stop! You’ll hit Rarity!” shout Pinkie. Jack finished off his clip, and then slammed the AK-47 on the ground.

“Fucking Shit!” He shouted angrily, before turning back to the girls. Twilight’s horn was glowing bright purple.

“Oh sh-”

Jack didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before he passed out.

Author's Note

Sorry it took so long you guys. School started up again, and thats my number one priority. Hopefully you can forgive me for my mini-hiatus. Enjoy!