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// Chapter 2. Saving Royalty 
// Story: Heindrich Wolfgang: Saviour or Destroyer? 
// by Spyderslicer 
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I got nothing really to say other than, read on!






Lieutenant Heindrich Wolfgang found himself in a forest. Sitting on his ass and looking around, his only thought-

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Heindrich said in awe.

He quickly felt himself up; everything had gone with him, all ten fingers and all ten toes. His Schmeisser still hung from its sling at his front along with the four sets of ammunition pouches. His Walther and its ammo hung from his side; he even had his bulky MG34 along with six drums of ammunition, which he had taken from a downed comrade.

The forest was nothing special, the sun was bright and not a single cloud was in the sky. But the fact he no longer had Russian soldiers taking pot shots at him. The fact he was no longer in Berlin. That was enough for him to jump for joy. He heard a scream, maybe it wasn’t perfect.

Unslinging his Schmeisser he jogged over to a bush. Peering through the bush he saw a dirt road. Running along the road was a black horse, following it were… demons?

They were smaller than the horse yet they looked like horses, except that they were flying. Their faces were twisted into evil grins.

Switching off the safety he waited for the black horse to pass. His Schmeisser belched lead; the flying beasts didn’t know what hit them. Dropping in wet thumps riddled with bullets. With all five dead Heindrich stood. Tossing the empty clip to the ground and slamming a fresh clip home; Heindrich was glad he took everything he had with him. He walked out onto the dirt path to get a closer look at his kills.

They were about half the size of a horse, so they were ponies. Except for the fact they had wings, he had never seen anything like it; the only time he heard about stuff like this was in fairy tales; that and Greek mythology. One was still moving, obviously in pain. Heindrich pulled out his Walther P38, flicked off the safety and shot the beast in the head.

He turned to see the horse had stopped running. It must be tame, it looked injured, its hoofs looked like Swiss cheese and so did its… horn? Heindrich’s eyes bulged. It was a very odd looking creature, upon closer inspection he found himself both disturbed and intrigued. The creature lacked fur of any kind; instead it had a jet black carapace similar to that of a bug. It also had a pair of wings, also riddled with holes. Its mane was a weird shade of green.

“Thank you for your help,” the creature said, it was obviously female.

Heindrich almost had a fit; he fell backwards onto his ass. He began scooting backwards as he fumbled with his Walther, raising it shakily towards the beast. 

“Oh mein Gott, sie können sprechen?” He stuttered.
“What?” The creature said in a confused tone.
“Sprechen Sie Englisch?” He recognized the language, barely. Wolfgang had never had much experience with the west.
“Do you not speak Equestrian?” The creature said with curiosity.
“Ee-ques-trian?” He said butchering the language; he still had his gun trained on its head.
“Equestria,” the creature said motioning with her hoof in a wide arc.
“Ee-ques-tria?” he said, again destroying the language.
“I think I have a spell that will help us,” the creature said as its horn was covered in a green light.

Heindrich’s eyes bulged again and he was ready to pull the trigger. It didn't help that his head was spinning. He felt dizzy as if someone had smashed him with a rifle butt.

“Can you understand me now?” the creature asked.
“Of course I can’t understand… how… I can’t…” Wolfgang was dumbfounded.
“This is a simple translator spell; I have temporarily replaced your primitive speech with Equestrian. The spell will last as long as I keep pouring magic into it.”
“Magic? Where the buck am I” he asked.

What was a buck. His head was filled with this new language, that was as raunchy as their curses went? He knew very little English, maybe enough to get himself slapped. The swears in his head definitely weren’t English.

“Again you hairless monkey, this is Equestria,” she said obviously getting annoyed.
“Where the hay is Equestria?” Wolfgang sighed; hay?
“You’re not from around here are you? Different country?”
“Different planet, or maybe a different universe,” he said with a casual shrug.
“What, but how?” the winged-bug-unicorn-horse creature asked, obviously surprised.
“Luck of the draw, better here than there,” he said with obvious happiness.
“Most would not be so happy to leave their home," the creature said sounding insightful.
“When your home is on fire and being burned to the ground and your friends butchered by filthy pieces of trash, those who shouldn't even exist, let alone fighting the clearly superior race; you are happy to be away from it," Heindrich spat.
“Where exactly are you from?”
“Earth,” Heindrich began.

Heindrich gave her a brief talk about earth. Then the creature talked about her planet.

“So how many, er, ponies… bugs? Do you usually have in a city?”
“Well the largest hive I have is around a twenty five thousand changelings,”

He must have made a noise because she looked to him.

“What? How big are your monkey settlements?”
“I'm not a monkey, I'm a..." Heindrich's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, the word 'human' didn't exist. Saying it in German would do nothing for her, "OK, call me a monkey. And we had almost three million 'monkeys' in Berlin,” he said with pride.
“Million?” she questioned.
So they had the word, but not the concept, amazing.
“What is the best way to put it?” He had to mull it over for a minute before he could answer, “we had over a thousand, thousand people.”
It took the black carapaced creature a moment; it was obvious gears were turning in her head. It was then the creatures turn for bulging eyes.
“You are lying,” she stated flatly.
“Why would I lie about that?”
“There is no possible way to keep a population of that size fed.”
“We..." he couldn't get used to this, "monkeys, have all but mastered our world,”
“You can control your weather too?”
He snickered, “that isn’t possible. But we have managed to master great feats in agriculture, able to keep countless millions of people fed.”
“The ponies of this land haven’t mastered this 'agriculture' you speak of, but those Pegasi you shot down are capable of manipulating the weather.”

So there was Pegasi in this world? Was he in some kind of Mythological land? Evidently.

“You can control the weather? Oh how that would have been useful for the Reich,” Heindrich said with a twinge of sorrow.
“The what?”

Heindrich went on to explain the past several years. Talking about the sub-human... or sub-monkey, filth they were going to rid the world of. He told her of their glorious cause and of course of their not so glorious defeat. She was enraptured with his story. She shivered in delight of the thought.

“You are exactly what I need,” the creature said.
“And that would be?”
“I need a true warrior to help lead my changeling armies. With the help of somepony like you, the filthy pretender Celestia won’t be able to stand in my way,” the creature said with a twisted grin.
“Who are you exactly?”
“I am Queen Chrysalis of the changelings. I never did get to properly thank you for saving me...”
“Wolfgang, Heindrich Wolfgang; and why were you being chased exactly?” Heindrich had to ask.

The queen went on to explain of her defeat at the hoofs of the Elements of Harmony and Princess Celestia. It hadn’t been the first conflict between the two opposing forces. Most of the time battles between the two was solved on an open battlefield, there were dozens of places that had seen the spilling of both changeling and pony blood. But her most recent defeat had seen her actually inside Canterlot, the capital of Equestria, the country they were in, it was also the furthest her armies had ever managed to get. Her army had been defeated and she barely managed to escape.

“You were defeated… by love?” Heindrich said before he burst out laughing.
“What? What do find so funny about that?” Chrysalis said angrily.
“You live in a strange world. There might be love in my world, but it has no bucking magic in it. Especially not the kind that can kill somepony,” this fucking language was going to be the death of him.
“You live in quite the barbaric world; your fighting style is so primitive. Why use a weapon that belches fire when there is crossbow, spear and magic. Such elegance,” Chrysalis said with a purr.
“We monkeys fought with those hundreds of years ago, they were very deadly in their time, until black powder that is. Why get up close when you can kill from a nice distance? Bullets also pack more punch than any arrow or bolt. They definitely don’t require the same skill set. But they kill just that same, and in war, killing is all that matters.”
“Just how often are there wars where you come from?” the insectoid queen asked.
“There is always war on earth. The peace in between is just so people can improve and build more weapons and armor,” Heindrich said flatly.

Chrysalis was happy to hear that. With this apes help she would lead her changelings to greatness. This ‘monkey’ seemed rather intelligent; his skill set would help her on the battlefield. 

"I need to ask, will you join our cause?"
"What's in it for me?" He asked curiously.
"I'll let you live for one," she said with a grin, showing off several pointed fangs, "you will gain a seat of power allowing you rule over all of Equestria, soon this whole world."
"Anything else? Payment is always nice," Heindrich hinted, "what is this country's currency?"
"That would be bits-"
Why did that sound completely worthless.
"they are coins made of gold," Chrysalis finished.
Heindrich's ears perked at this.
"I get to live, rule over a foreign country and get payed my weight in gold," Heindrich said aloud, "I'm going with yes."

Sitting on that chunk of rock was the greatest thing he had done. There might not be any more humans in this weird land of magic and ponies, but the fact he was still breathing and with the promise to live in the lap of luxury ruling over a nation of people... ponies... bugs? It seemed like it would be dangerous undertaking, he was fighting in another war. But this war was fought with primitive weapons and tactics. He might be used to fighting from a distance but he studied tactics extensively when he rose to Lieutenant, he would have taken more classes when he eventually rose to captain. But with a bit of effort and careful planning, he would make it out of everything without a scratch on him and a palace full of gold and servants, apparently not whores, but he would have to make do.

“Well Heindrich, I must ask, is there any way I can repay you for saving my life and joining our cause?” Chrysalis asked.
Heindrich thought for a moment, “nothing comes to mind, unless you can turn yourself into Alice Weissmuller, I haven’t had a good roll in the hay in a while,” Heindrich chuckled at that. 

Alice had been a beautiful woman, who he would have married if not for the war. They had been going out for a while, as fate would have it, the war broke out before he had the chance to propose. He stayed in contact with her constantly, but after about a year, her letters became less frequent. Her last letter stated that she couldn’t keep it up, she was afraid he might one day just stop replying, maybe he would find a whore or maybe he would get his ticket punched. He kept writing her letters, eventually he stopped too.

“What does this ‘Alice’, look like?” Chrysalis asked.

Heindrich dug his hand into his pocket and fished out a black and white photograph, not sure why she was asking. There was no way-

“She was completely gray?” Chrysalis asked surprised, if this creatyre was any indication, she didn’t expect them to have such bizarre colors.
“No, she was the same color as me, all our photos are black and white,” Heindrich said with a chuckle.
“Could you describe her to me?” She asked curiously.

Heindrich went on to describe Alice, from her flowing bright blond hair, to her bright blue eyes; both mimicking his own features, although his were darker. The photograph had been taking shortly before he left for the front. She had been wearing a flowing white dress that accented her smooth lightly tanned body and also showed her amazing breasts. The picture didn't show it, but he also explained her height. He towered over he 5"7 by being 6"2.

The insectoid horse’s horn glowed green. Heindrich watched in silent horror as the green light covered her entirely. He would have grabbed his Walther but he couldn’t, he was frozen. He watched as four legs turned into and arms sprouted from the frame.

As the light dissipated he found himself staring at Alice Weissmuller. He stood up slowly and walked over to her, just as beautiful as the day he left for the front. His heart pounded as he put an arm on her shoulder and brought her into a kiss, which she returned in kind. 

	There is a freaking insect-horse-monster under there! Part of Heindrich’s mind screamed trying to intrude on his fun; it was some kind of a monster wearing his ex’s skin. But he hadn’t had a good fucking in years. The most he had been able to get was some Russian peasant girl, but when diseases began going around, Heindrich started keeping his pants zippered. He once heard a brilliant man say ‘flies spread disease, so keep yours closed’. He could already feel his heart beating faster and his field gray pants getting rather tight. 

He tossed his Schmeisser off to the side along with his pistol and pouches of ammo; which was quite a task when your lips are locked with a voluptuous Aryan. He couldn't forget to toss down his last few grenades and his bayonet. Hardest of all was getting the bulky MG34 off his back; he broke the kiss so he could get the bulky weapon over his head. He tossed it off to the side and tossed the metal drums of ammunition down too.

Eventually the kissing duo fell to the ground. For Heindrich it was the best and weirdest sex he had ever had. Best in that he was with an even more flexible than usual Alice Weissmuller, weird was he knew that under it all she was a horned insect-horse-unicorn thing with plans for world domination. But all those thoughts vanished as soon as he connected with his former love.





Drop me a comment and a thumbs up or down. I want to know what you ponies think about this. Should I continue, when I have time of course. I'm going to be rather busy the next week or so. Got a lot of work to do while my parents are in the hospital. But most of this has been written for the past couple of weeks. I just now decided it was looking good enough for you guys. I already have a chunk of chapter 3 done. But I figure I should wait to see what you ponies think before I get ahead of myself.

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