The explosion rang out, deafening the attacking troops on the battlefield. The blinding pain from the shrapnel came to Lance Corporal Allezeite Flashfire, as she fell to the ground, unconscious. From the scene, one might guess that the ponies clad in power armor, trained in superior tactics, and armed with the latest of weaponry will win the battle. However, that is not the case. A battalion of COAR troops surrounded the squad of IRF, shelling them with soviet mortars. This was the truth the IRF ponies had to face. Death, from the sky.
 
Flashfire woke up, groaning from the dull pain originating from her stomach. She slowly lowered her head to the throbbing area, grimacing. There, was an open, oozing wound. She could spot her intestines  barely slipping out. She closed her eyes, trying to think not of her damage. A single tear formed from her eye, slipping down her cheek in hopelessness. Whimpering, she started to try to contract her legs closer to body to comfort her. Her hindlegs shot in pain, as she exhaled loudly from the shooting, stabbing, unbearable agony.
 
Lying still, Flashfire thought of the previous events that happened before. Her squad members were chatting about the weather, and the dead COAR members strewn across the large field they were in. Ponies of different genders, ages, size, and species. One caught her eye, a stone gray pegasus, with a dark red mane, stained and dirty from the battle. The pony had the standard COAR gear, a black, long-sleeved shirt with a sand-colored chest rig. Her PAKS-74M lied beside her, scratched and worn. One, well placed bullet, was lodged into her chest.
 
Flashfire broke from her memory, sweeping the area around her for anything special. From the corner of her vision, a brown earth pony with COAR gear was scavenging through an IRF pony's body. His flank was covered with a talon, covered with blood. His mark was usual for a soldier. He stopped, lifting his head, smelling the air. Flashfire quickly shut her eyes, clenching her teeth, trying to look dead. After what seemed an eternity, she opened her eyes. The stallion was infront of her, looking down  to her eyes. Flashfire let out a whimper, fear building inside her. The stallion stepped back, examining her.
 
The stallion paced around her, inspecting Flashfire. After seeing the open wound, he widened his eyes. “Looks like the mortars got you.” He muttered. The COAR stallion slowly approached her. He lifted his foreleg, and slid it across her cheek. His eyes lit with lust, he wanted her, he needed her. The stallion lowered himself down to Flashfire's flank, and slowly licked her slit. Flashfire moaned in pleasure, mixed with anguish. She looked to the stallion, breathing in a heavy, rhythmic motion. The COAR soldier closed his eyes, reaching for another taste. He flicked his tongue at her clitoris, and Flashfire responded with another moan. The stallion stood up, his member long and hard, ready for combat. She froze, her eyes widening. He exhaled, standing over her. The stallion then penetrated her, entering her slowly. Flashfire cocked her head back, moaning in pure bliss. The soldier then stopped as his balls touched her cunt. The stallion moaned, using his back legs to pull out, then shoving his dick inside her. His tempo started to increase, Flashfire reaching towards her orgasm. The stallion stopped midway, and groaned. A white, thick substance started to seep from Flashfire's slit. She exhaled, then orgasmed, as her whole body shook. She moaned loudly, then dropped her head to the ground. Flashfire
closed her eyes, and started to breath slower. She felt the stallion's member exit her cunt. She slipped from consciousness, feeling too good to stay awake.