Twilight Sparkle rushed her assistant faster than usual.

"Come on, Spike! We can work faster than this! Hurry, hurry, HURRY!" Spike tripped over a pile of books, dropping the dust pan and spilling the contents. "SPIKE!!!"

Spike got up and dusted himself off, "Sorry! Jeez, Twilight, why are we up at four in the morning cleaning the library?"

Twilight stopped for a moment, "It's four in the morning?" Spike nodded.

Twilight shook her head, "Well, that gives us more time to get ready! Princess Celestia is coming to Ponyville! Now, do we have the right supplies? Dresses from Rarity? Check. Apples from Applejack? Check. Cake from the Cakes? Uncheck." Twilight gasped, "How could I forget the cake?! Spike, continue cleaning, I'll be right back!" With that, she quickly ran out the door, and into the sleeping town.

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"Uggggggg. What- What the fuck was that?"

Dempsey blinked, for the first time in hours, he could make out light. "Note to self: next time you kick a Nazi machine, get the hell out before you get sucked in." He stood up, but it felt different. He shrugged off the feeling and looked around. He was in a forest. There was no sign of Takeo, Nikolai or Richtofen. However, Dempsey managed to make out a shape next to a nearby river: a gun.

"Well, at least I won't be without a stick, but does it have juice?" He walked over to it, not even noticing he was walking on all fours. "Is it... Oh yeah, baby! It's a fucking M16!" Dempsey reached for it but was shocked instead of a hand, a hoof reached for it.

Dempsey gasped, "WHAT THE FUCK???!!!" Hooves. Greenish hooves had replaced his hands. He looked into the water of the nearby river, he was shocked at his reflection. He was a PONY. He had a sage green coat, the colors of the USMC uniform. He had a blond mane, the color his hair had been. He also has dual tattoos on his lower legs: a zombie head with the USMC logo behind it, and dual M16s through the head. Only, the zombie was a pony, not a human. Fortunately, his emerald eyes and rock hard voice still remained.

"Alright, I'm in a jacked up forest, turned into a badass looking pony, and have nothing but an M16 and a combat knife to defend myself. What the fuck did Richtofen hit me over the head with?" He picked up the M16, which surprisingly just stuck to his hand. "Okay....freaky. Now, how do I shoot thi-", the M16 shot a three round burst at the word "shoot." Dempsey raised an eyebrow, "Well, that's one problem solved. Now I just need to find the others.....and hope that teleporter sliced Richtofen in half."

Dempsey noticed a green glow in the water, "What the hell?" He bent down and picked it up. It was a bottle, but not just any bottle, it was Speed Cola. "It ain't no Juggernog, but it'll do." He popped the cap off and drank it, then threw the bottle into the water.

"Well, guess I should head for a city. But where... Ah, there!" Dempsey strapped the M16 to his side with a nearby dead vine, then headed for the small town in the distance.

What Dempsey failed to realize was a lone figure that followed him, walking irregularly....

Author's Note

Alright, second chapter!

Can anyone guess what the figure is? I bet you can.