"My Little Airman pt 27 Hell Begins"
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Created on: Monday 11th of June 2012 04:11:14 PM CDT
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Part 27 Hell Begins

>You’re walking around an open field
>Twilight Sparkle is on top of a hill
>The other five are around her
>It seems they’re all having a picnic
>You approach them, feeling your stomach growl
Hey girls! What’s going on here?
>No acknowledgement. Huh…
Hello?
>Still nothing
>Now you’re starting to get a bit suspicious
>You put your hand on Twilight’s shoulder
Hey, what’s-OHMYGOD
>Her head suddenly turns, revealing an unnaturally human face with empty eyes
>The others also do a 180 head spin, showing similarly disturbing features
>Jumping back, you instinctively reach for your M9, only to find your hip
>Fuck
>Knife? Knife, are you there? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ARE YOU THERE?
>”Hello? Yes, this is knife”
Thank God you’re he…wait, WHY ARE YOU TALKING?
>No response, but you draw your knife anyways
>FUCK, the handle is sharp
>…………….wat?
>The handle… is bladed?
>No time to worry about that. The pseudo-ponies are slowly morphing…
>They’ve all turned black and…What. The. Fuck
>The one that was Twilight Sparkle fused with another one, at the head.
>An urge to vomit rises in you, but force it down
>Gotta stay calm, gotta stay calm gotta OH GOD
>Things just keep getting more bizarre 
>An eyeball starts floating out of one, and a hand grows out of another’s head…
>What the fuck is this horrible mess?
>You charge at the one with two bodies, about ready to stab it, then…
>Darkness engulfs your vision
>It takes you a second to realize that you’re in your bed. You’re now wide awake
>”What’s wrong?”
>Oh, yeah. Twilight’s here. The bed did seem more comfy and warm than it normally would be.
Nothing. Just a nightmare. What time is it?
>She yawns, and moves her head a little. “Your watch says it’s 3:20.”
Perfect timing
>You start to get up, as Twilight protests
>”Please don’t leave.”
I have to.  I’ll see you later. Please be ready to teach me some magic tonight.
>She grunts. “It’s not even 4:00. Just ten more minutes?”
>On one hand, you need to head over to Sweet Apple Acres and start the day
>On the other, it’s just ten more minutes with that special mare…
Ok. But I can only give you ten more minutes.
>You lie back down, cuddling with her
>This time, she faces you
>Careful not to get poked by her horn, you place yourself as close as possible to her
>Gently you stroke her mane. Her scent is of a lovely lavender sort, the same as the night prior to now
>Her breathing becomes slower, deeper.
>She must have been tired to fall asleep this quick
>Just to be sure, you stay there for another five minutes, stroking her back softly
>This is something you could get used to. Spending peaceful nights with that purple mare…
>She’s a pony. You’re a human.
>As you start to evaluate your life, you gently get up and get ready for the day
>Morning routine, an apple for breakfast, and a jogging start off to wake the trainees
>Still, it’s only 0338…

>Twilight Sparkle is a pony. Well, technically a unicorn. You’re a human
>We’ve been through this already, brain
>You shouldn’t be doing this. The two of you are different species entirely. You won’t have kids, she won’t be satisfied with you, and what if another human comes by, perhaps a girl?
>So what? I don’t think I should have kids. My genetic legacy should die with me. Besides, I doubt I’d be a good father. And so what if another human comes by? If it’s a threat, it will be taken care of.
>Again, what if it’s a girl?
>Fuck human girls. They’re fucked up in the head.
>Whoa. That’s rather sexist of you
>At least, that’s the experience I’ve had with them.
>Still sexist
>Ok, how about this? I can’t say all of them are bat-shit insane, but about 65-80% of the one’s I’ve met are. Just my experience
>And what about Twilight Sparkle? You know how insane she is. Very punctual, very obsessed about learning, and a perfectionist. What’s so different about her?
>You really want to know?
>Yes
>Everyone is crazy. I know it. Hell, I’m fucking insane, and I know it. But I don’t think she’ll be insane about our relationship. That’s what’s different about the ponies and humans. Everything here is more peaceful. Not to say that it’s perfect here, but there’s a lot less social conflict, at least in Equestria. Everyone is at least nice to each other, and there’s very little drama, as compared to the human world. In fact, from what I’ve seen, problems always seem to get worked out here. I didn’t see that much on Earth: people hold grudges. Ponies don’t seem to. They’re just more pleasant overall.
>Alright, Ms. Beauty Pageant, so answer me this: Why can’t you make love to her?
>That’s your doing, brain.
>But I’m you.
>Fuck you.
>You know you feel weird about sleeping with her.
>Like I said before, when we date a bit more, and get more intimate, I’ll feel more comfortable
>Are you sure it’s not because she’s a pony?
>Well…
>AHA!
>It might be something like that. I still need to get used to pony physiology
>You stop in the road
>Your mental debate had you going on autopilot, and you had arrived at the farm
>Time check: 0425
>Just about time for reveille
>Approaching the barn, you mentally get yourself ready…
>And…time to go!
>You loudly open the door
EVERYBODY UP NOW! THIS AIN’T NO DAMN SPA! GET UP GET UP NOW! FALL IN OUTSIDE! NOW!
>Making your presence known, you see four shadowy figures run outside. Good reaction time…
>You step outside, seeing Lightning Strike, Star Shine, Lucky, and Blazin’ Blue all in formation.
>If it weren’t for the moon, you wouldn’t be able to see them at all
ALRIGHT TRAINEES! CREED!
>Silence
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? GIVE ME THE CREED NOW!
>More silence
IS THERE NO FUCKING CREED?
>”Sir, Trainee Lucky reports as ordered! We do not know of a creed, sir!”
I WILL CHANGE THAT! WE WILL NOT LEAVE FORMATION UNTIL YOU RECITE THE CREED I MAKE HERE AND NOW PERFECTLY! UNDERSTOOD?
>”YES SIR!”
>On the spot, you create a creed and shout it at them…

>Time check: 0520, and they still haven’t perfected it.
AGAIN SCUMBAGS! WE DON’T EAT BREAKFAST UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT! MAKE THIS ONE COUNT! SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR!
>In unison, they all scream right back at you
>”I am an Equestrian soldier! I am my country’s first and last line of defense! Without me, Equestria will fall! I am an Equestrian soldier! I give my life for Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and the citizens of Equestria! I am but a servant to my country! I am an Equestrian soldier! My name is pain, and my enemies will know it! My mission is to destroy all threats, and my enemies will know it! My craft is death, and my enemies will know it! I am an Equestrian soldier! Failure is NOT AN OPTION! Surrender is NOT AN OPTION! Fear is NOT AN OPTION! Until my last breath, I WILL FIGHT FOR EQUESTRIA!”
>That time, they made you shiver a little. You hide it well enough from them though
GOOD! Go get breakfast! FALL OUT!
>They look around, not knowing where to find their food
>Come on…someone ask…
>”Sir, Trainee Star Shine reports as ordered! Where will we find breakfast, sir?”
>Look at that. You ask, and you receive
WHAT THE FUCK TRAINEE?! LOOK AT ALL THAT FOOD AROUND YOU!”
>You point to the apple trees that surround the area
YOU ALL HAVE 20 MINUTES TO GET YOUR FOOD, SIT DOWN AND EAT! GOT IT?
>”YES SIR!”
>Without waiting a second longer, they all sprint towards the trees and start bucking them
>As a team, they gather a good amount of apples rather quickly
>Damn, your BMT flight didn’t cooperate this much in the beginning
>What about your BCT flight? The one at the Academy?
>For some reason, you don’t really remember that one. Perhaps the enlisted Basic had more of an impression on you than the one getting into the Air Force Academy?
>Or maybe it’s because you didn’t go to the latter one
>Not this shit again, I thought we were done with this “I’m an officer, I’m enlisted” thing
>Blame your memory, man. Shit’s been running on and off since coming here. Now go show those trainees where they stand.
>Right
>Seeing them sitting down and eating from their pile of apples, you walk up and grab two
>You could tell they weren’t pleased at all that you were taking some of THEIR apples, but you stared down Blazin’ Blue, and no one challenged you
>Good. They know better than to question you
>As you take a bite, you note that it tastes better, sweeter, and it more filling that the apple you ate earlier
>Must be because it was bucked from your trainees
>Taking sadistic pleasure in consuming the apples, you notice the sun starting to come up
>AJ is walking towards you
TIME’S UP MAGGOTS! AREA, tench-HUT!
>Without protest, they all go to attention
>”Ah shucks, Anon, ya don’ need to bring ‘em to attention for me.”
It’s best that they do. You ready to have some free laborers?
>”Ah don’ know about that. Ah still feel that Ah should pay ‘em for their work. Doesn’t feel honest ta me otherwise.”
Don’t worry about it, Applejack. They’re getting paid to do what I tell them, and they need to build muscle. Also, I feel they should repay you for your kindness, in letting them stay in the barn. Not to mention the food that they’re going to eat here.
>”Well, ok, Anon. If ya insist…”
>You turn to your formation
Listen up MAGGOTS! Applejack here needs help with apple-bucking season! All those trees you see around you, they need to be bucked! There will be NO MAGIC, and NO FLYING EITHER! You all will use JUST your muscles! UNDERSTOOD?
>”YES SIR!”
GOOD! FALL OUT!
>As they run to the field, you see AJ and Big Mac hauling out carts and barrels
>This should tire them out…

>Six hours later, it’s almost noon
>Your troops were exhausted after the second hour of the labor
>All except Lucky. He got tired after the third hour
>Must be earth pony stamina.
>You had taken to working out in various ways, including climbing the trees, doing pull-ups on the branches, push-ups, upside-down sit-ups, etc.
>All while watching them, but being careful not to be seen
>Every time one of them rested for more than a minute, you ran out and “motivated” him
>Afterwards, you would run back into the trees, and hide in a different location
>But now, it’s just about time for another pony to come by…
>Right on cue, you spot a white unicorn in the distance
>You jump out of the tree you’re sitting in and land precisely between them all
BREAK TIME! Sit around, rest for a little, but we have a guest coming, and I expect ALL OF YOU to line up for her. Stay here!
>You run to meet Rarity, quite certain that they don’t have the energy to move
>”Good afternoon, Anon. It’s nice to see you again.”
Hello, Rarity. The pleasure is all mine.
>She smiles. “I have everything I need to measure the guards. It might be about an hour before I finish though.”
Please, take your time. I’d prefer you get it done right over getting it done quick. Just tell me how much I owe you when you’re done.
>She gasps. “Darling, I could NEVER charge a friend for such a simple request!”
>You briefly consider letting her do the work free of charge, before your Greek pride kicks in
I insist. You’ve helped me plenty of times when I couldn’t afford it. Now that I have money, I should repay my debts. It’s my turn to be generous. Please tell me how much I owe you when you’re done.
>She returns to her smile. “Ok. Just this once.”
>The two of you walk to your trainees, and once they’re within eyesight, you run towards their lazy asses
AREA TENCH-HUT!
>Despite their fatigue, they all snap to attention
>Must be their fear of you
Alright MAGGOTS! You are all going to be measured for your new uniforms. THAT’S RIGHT! You are ALL getting new uniforms. Shiny armor protects you, but it also MAKES YOU A TARGET!  You are ALL getting tiger stripe uniforms like the one I’m wearing right now! You will also, on occasion, wear the service dress uniform. You WILL learn how to wear the uniform correctly! Now, Miss Rarity here is our seamstress here, and you WILL show her ALL courtesies you would give me! If I hear of ANYTHING inappropriate, you all can look forward to bucking apples all night! AM I UNDERSTOOD?
>”YES SIR!”
GOOD!
>You depart, heading towards the house. Rarity directs them into the barn, and starts measuring them one by one
>Meeting up with AJ, she has lunch cooking
>”Howdy Anon! The guards’ve done some decent buckin’ out there.”
It’s nothing compared to how they’ll be in a month. What’s cooking?
>”Nothin’ special. Just a bunch of fruits an’ veggies. They’ll need their strength to keep up.”
Yeah. Thanks for helping out, AJ
>”T’waren’t nothin’ Anon.”
>Your Greek pride is twitching at you again.
>In your head, you plan a way to pay her back for her help
>”And….Done!”
>She pulls out a couple of pans containing what appears to be a vegetable casserole of some sort. 
>Another couple of pans come out, this time some sort of fruit cake
>You knew of nutrition for humans, but not for ponies. The cakes seemed a bit of an odd choice, considering that the trainees are, well, training, but if Big Mac is in that good of shape eating stuff like that, you guess it’s fine for them
>On the side was a cart big enough to carry all the food
I’ll take it from here. Again, thanks
>”Not a problem Anon!”
>You take the food back to the barn, and see that Rarity just finished the measuring
>”I’ll have the uniforms ready by tomorrow.”
Thanks, Rarity. How were they?
>”They were like gentlecolts. I don’t believe I’ve seen better-mannered stallions in Ponyville.”
Ah, good. Now, you might want to leave. I don’t think they can keep their manners up for lunch.
>”What do you mean?”
Well, they’ve been working all day, and are very hungry. And they need to eat fast…
>”Oh! Well, yes, I think it’s time I bid you adieu. Goodbye everypony!”
>”FAREWELL MA’AM!”
>Ah, manners without you even reminding them
>As soon as she’s out of eyesight, you let them dig in
>But only after you served yourself
>They gotta know the pecking order
>The food’s pretty good actually. And it at least tastes healthy.
>They almost finish before you, but you catch them off guard as you empty the plate into your mouth
>Right after swallowing the last morsel, it’s back to work
FALL IN!
>Immediately they move into formation, without moving their plates
YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE A MESS! FALL OUT! AND THIS TIME PICK UP AFTER YOUR DAMN-DIRTY SELVES! FALL IN!
>Your trainees rush to pick up the plates and put them on the cart, and then go back into formation.
GOOD! Now, who loves to drill?
>No response
I’ll tell you all who loves to drill. ME! And by the time I’m done with you, you will too! RIGHT, FACE! FORWARD, HARCH!

>Five hours later, the sun was going down. Time to call it a day
Alright MAGGOTS! Time for bed! Before you sleep, CLEAN UP THE DAMN BARN! IT LOOKS LIKE A SHIT-HOLE EVER SINCE YOU’VE BEEN HERE, AND THAT’S ONLY BEEN ONE DAY!
>”YES SIR!”
GOODNIGHT TRAINEES!
>”GOODNIGHT SIR!”
>You leave them, satisfied with them. They’re doing a LOT better than you were doing on your first day at BMT
>It’s probably more or less what they’ve been through already, but more intense. They at least know what to do, for the most part. It’s just a matter of filling in the blanks, and training them for combat. That’s going to be the fun part
>Speaking of training…
>By the time you arrive at the library, the moon is already high in the sky
>Funny how the moon can travel so fast in just an hour
>Twilight Sparkle stands by the door to greet you
>”Hi, Anon.”
Hey, Twilight.
>”How was the first day of training?”
Not bad. It went a bit better than expected, but I’m exhausted.
>”Does that mean you don’t want to try to learn some magic?”
Not at all. Please, teach me what you can.
>You enter, and see Spike coming out of the kitchen with an apron and some muffins
>MUFFINS!
Hey, Spike, what’s up?
>”You know, the usual. I heard from Rarity that your training is tough.”
You could say that.
>”Do you think, you know, you can train me the same way?”
>Huh. A dragon in the squadron? Sounds interesting
>Why does he want to be part of the team?
>Perhaps he thinks it’ll help him with Rarity…Well, maybe it will. Who knows?
Sure, but when you’re older.
>His eyes glimmer. “Great! That’s going to be awesome!”
>You laugh inside. If only he knew the hell that awaits him…
>You grab a muffin and taste its deliciousness.
>Banana nut. Not a bad flavor, and more than enough to satisfy your sweet tooth
>Back to business
So, Twilight, how can I learn to control the magic that I apparently have in me?
>”I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I think for you, it’s a state of mind. Remember when you saved the town from the diamond dogs?
Yes, I remember that clearly
>”I believe you were almost completely focused on the fight. Whatever you were doing then, I think that’s what caused your aura to appear. Think back to what you were thinking of when you were fighting the diamond dogs and the changelings.”
>Oh God, if she’s right…
>You had bloodlust on your mind. Death and causing it were on your mind. You had lost yourself, and given yourself completely to the fight. You had a strong desire to keep those things from destroying Equestria. Hell, you felt the same when you were fighting the griffons. Maybe you had an aura in the battles against the griffons, maybe you didn’t.
>What about when you escaped from your imprisonment in their capital?
>Probably not, or Princess Celestia would’ve said something about your aura much earlier.
>No, you weren’t up for fighting at that time; you were in survival mode.
>Ah, so the pure combat mode is what activates your aura.
>There’s a problem here. You had no problem dying for your country before, but now you have Twilight Sparkle…
>Well, that’s something you gotta work through
Ok, I think I got it. Let me try it
>You close your eyes, imagining a battlefield with changelings, diamond dogs, and griffons all coming towards Equestria. You feel a rage start to grow in you, as your mental self draws your M9 and KA-BAR.
>You charge at them, brutally killing anything that stands in your path
>”There’s a slight aura Anon! Keep going!”
>Engaging with your mental opponents, you go full-on barbaric
How’s my aura?
>”I don’t see a change. It’s not that strong.”
>Hmm…
>Apparently your old mindset won’t work anymore. Let’s try something new.
>You imagine Twilight being cornered by the changelings, who all look like you for some reason
>As this picture comes into your head, you just erupt
>Nothing is getting between you and her. NOTHING
>”Whoa Anon! Settle down!”
>You open your eyes
What happened?
>”Your aura, it just engulfed you. I was afraid you were going to be uncontrollable.”
Sorry about that. But it sounds like I’ve found how to activate my magic.
>”Yes, but now you need to learn how to control it.”
Right. What’s next?
>”Actually, I think that’s good enough for tonight. I’ll teach you more tomorrow, if you want.”
Of course!
>A smile spreads on her face. “It’s about time for bed. Can I come over?”
>You think about it. For all of a microsecond
If you want.
>Spike had gone up for bed while you were concentrating, you see
But we won’t do more than what we did last night. I’m too tired to really do anything.
>”That’s fine. That’s really all I wanted.”
>Her sincere smile reassures you that she’s telling the truth.
Alright. Let’s go.
>The two of you walk to your home and get ready for bed
>You do your night routine, she does hers
>Stripping to your undershirt and boxers, she eyes your body
Enjoying yourself, Twilight?
>A blush appears on her face. “Uh, well…”
>You grin.
It’s ok. I don’t mind.
>You get into bed, Twilight climbing in after you
>She makes her way into your arms, gives you a quick, yet passionate kiss, and turns over
>With the long day done, and warmth of Twilight’s body on yours, sleep comes quickly to you.