The barrel was nearly point blank in my face. My mouth gaped slightly and a voice spoke, taking my attention to the operator of the firearm. “Jesus... you look old!” said a female voice. I looked to the woman wielding the firearm. She was...

'Uhm... where have I...' I trailed off but it quickly clicked. That lady from the jungle, the one who had ambushed me when I found that AKM.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and my body seemed to move without command. My right and left hand grabbed at the gun, my right landing near the end of the muzzle while my left grabbed the underside of the grenade launcher, both hands pushing upwards while I dropped my center mass a few inches lower, the barrel now pointing a few inches above my head.

Simultaneously, my left hand slapped down hard on the stock of the rifle while my right hand thrusted the barrel back towards the woman, the front sight of the M16 rifle hitting her hard in the forehead. She staggered back while I myself took a more defensive posture with her rifle.

Everything happened so fast I could barely believe my eyes when I saw that the rifle was now in my possession, barrel pointed at its former owner. With a brief motion I tilted my upper frame while driving the heel of my foot into her chest, knocking her onto her back.

The rifle stock butted up against my shoulder once more as I kept my aim trained on her. My senses flared up into full alert just as a voice spoke from beside me. “Don't even think about it!” he shouted. From the corner of my vision I could see the end of an M14 muzzle. “Drop the weapon!” he ordered. My hands gripped tightly on the M16 just before I felt him jam the barrel of the gun against the side of my head. “DROP THE WEAPON!” he boomed.

I let out a quiet groan as I tossed the gun forwards. “Good, now step back.” I did as he ordered and saw him look to the woman on the ground, though just briefly. “Commander, I got you covered.” He turned back to me but was somewhat silent. “Uhh... uhm...” he stammered.

I let out a rather irritated exhale as I examined his stature. He was sweating just a bit, damp fur and beads of sweat around his face. His one leg vibrated just ever so slightly. His pupils were shrunken and were quickly going over me. He was nervous.

“Ugh, rookie... you left your safety on,” I commented. He blinked but didn't deter.

“Yeah right! I'm an elite mercenary! I don't make rookie mistakes!” He tried to growl at me but I had a feeling ponies weren't meant to growl. I just rolled my eye in an unimpressed way. He blinked in rapid succession before bluntly looking to the safety on his M14.

In a flash I was moving. My left hand gripped the barrel of his rifle while my right gripped hard on the receiver and pushed, knocking the rifle's aim away from me. In a heartbeat my right arm cocked and drove an elbow strike into his face, knocking his head back. Moving my right hand down to the stock, I used his own rifle to twirl him through the air and slam him to the ground right next to the woman. I quickly stepped back, now in the possession of an M14.

I kept my aim on the two of them but quickly stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed a laser dot on my chest. Looking up, I spotted two hulking stallions, one with a twin set of M60s, the other with two M202 Flash rocket launchers. Both had their weapons strapped to their sides in a ridiculous harness system.

'What the hell is this?' I asked myself. “Drop the weapon,” spoke a soft voice. I turned to notice their was a black cloaked pony beside me, whom had somehow managed to get there without my knowledge.

Deciding to listen, I tossed that rifle forwards as well. The woman and the stallion stood up in a hurry. The woman hissed at the stallion, berating him for his insubordination. “The safety?! Really?” she scorned, the stallion flinching.

Before any of us knew what to think, there was a barking, followed by a vicious growling. We all looked, finding that the growling was coming from Lassie, whom had also entered the scene without my knowledge. Her lips were curled back and gave her a very savage appearance.

Just as I realized whom it was, the group of ponies, the woman and myself were all caught in a purple aura and lifted into the air, the others being shaken wildly. “ENOUGH!” my mother screamed.

I looked at Lassie whom walked over to Twilight and gave her props. I yelled out in confusion. “Okay... what the hay is going on here? Seriously, I'm confused.”

My mother set me down and stepped up, looking to the ragtag mercenary group... or whatever they were. “I'd like to know quite the same thing,” she mentioned and the woman sighed.

“Relax. We're old chums,” she mentioned in a friendly voice and I furrowed my brow.

“No we're not...” I trailed off and she gasped, as though insulted.

“What?! Oh come on Derreck, so we had a disagreement, big deal. No need to be sour about it,” she said and I squinted my good eye.

“I'm not Derreck,” I said back and she took a moment to think.

“Holy shit... you're that special forces guy that NATO sent after me... Christ you've gotten old,” she commented but I just sighed.

“I'm not special forces,” I told her, remembering that, for whatever reason, she thought I was a Green Beret or something ridiculous like that. Twilight spoke up.

“So you all know each other than?” she asked but I shook my head, then nodded, then shook my head again.

“She,” I said, motioning to the woman, “tried to kill me once... but I've never seen the ponies before,” I said, getting a scoff from the black clad pony.

“Hey, I'm a zebra just so you know,” she, judging by her voice, mentioned. Twilight stepped closer but kept them in limbo.

“So why are they here then?” Twilight asked and I shrugged but before I could say a word, the woman spoke.

“Just here to see an old friend,” she mentioned but I snapped a reply back.

“With loaded guns... mhmm?” I commented and she just rolled her eyes.

“You're the one hunting me... so seeing how things are, why don't you just fess up already. You sound... Canadian... eh,” she laughed then gave me a squinty eyed look. “Joint Task Force 2,” she commented and I just groaned.

“Okay, I'm hardly even military material here. What in Celestia's name makes you think I'm a military combatant? A special forces one at that?” I asked and she chuckled.

“Oh... I dunno. Maybe the camouflage, battle tactics and the fact you were able to disarm me not once, but twice, along with one of my squad members who had the drop on you from a blind spot... CANSOFCOM?” she asked and I gave a disgruntled groan.

“I'm a civilian,” I replied back and she gave me another once over.

“CSOR?” she continued to pry and I just sighed as I stepped next to my mother and sat Lassie down beside me. I had a pair of shorts on along with a tropical leaf shirt one might see in Mareami.

“Do I look even remotely military to you?” I asked and one of her squad members, the one with the machine guns, spoke up.

“He's got a point boss... I don't think I'd want this guy covering my six during an op,” he added but the woman just scoffed.

“You haven't seen the way he moves. He's.. he's just gotta be. I can't directly describe what makes this guy special forces, but I know NATO sent him after me,” she replied and I rose a brow.

“Why exactly would NATO send someone after you?” I asked and she shot me a quizzical look, like I should already know the answer.

“Because I'm Kianna Magnum... you know, infamous mercenary from the Middle East? Illicit firearms dealer and gun runner... come on, don't play stupid, they would have briefed you on this,” she snapped but I just shrugged before placing one hand on Lassie's head and giving it a rub while wrapping my other arm around Twilight.

“Well... actually, I'm just a... regular everyday person. Okay maybe I own a gun, wear camouflage and know my way around a heated argument but...” I trailed off and it seemed to settle in on her just a little.

“God that's a disappointment...”

Twilight spoke up, bringing to thought something I hadn't quite thought about. “So what exactly are you here for? To make a serious problem?” she interrogated but the woman, Kianna, just laughed.

“Hardly. We were looking for a friend to help run security at a wedding...” she trailed off and gave me a look. “Don't suppose you'd know where Derreck is?” she asked but I shrugged, shaking my head. Lassie spoke up, and through the corner of my eye I saw her pointing my way.

“Here's right here,” she laughed and I turned to look past myself, Derreck nowhere to be seen. We all looked around but Lassie just chuckled before heading towards the house. “You guys are all screwy. I'm getting a drink. If anyone wants me I'll be in the basement doing you-know-what.” With that she was gone, leaving the rest of us in total loss.

The woman spoke up. “Uhm... the dog can... can talk?” she asked and I just shrugged. “God... what next?” she asked and I rolled my eye.

“Okay... so what gives?” I asked and she just repeated the same as before.

“We got hired by some pampered royal asses to run security at a wedding. I know this... guy, Derreck-” I cut her short.

“How do you know Derreck?!” I inquired sternly and she just laughed.

“Oooh... tough guy huh? We've met on several occasions. He knows his way around a gun so I figured he might be perfect for the operation...” she again trailed off, looking to me with thought. “Say... you seem to know a fair bit. Wanna make a quick bit?” she asked but I merely scoffed at her offer before she had even explained.

“Not a chance!” I snarled. She sighed but then smirked.

“What's wrong, old man, feeling a little on the feeble side?” she tried to poke at my pride but I didn't budge, instead Twilight spoke up.

“What kind of job?” she asked. I gave her a look but she just perked a brow. “I want to know what she's up to. She's obviously a trouble maker,” Twilight inferred.

Kianna just laughed. “If you'd uhh... let me, I could grab the contract papers and show you. It's a royal wedding, totally legit... say, if you're the princess, shouldn't you have gotten an invite already?” she asked. I grabbed the woman's M16 and held it at the ready.

“Drop em, and let's see what this is all about,” I suggested, my mother doing so. Kianna reached for her pockets but I stiffened my grip on the rifle, drawing the sights on her. “Slowly,” I ordered and she just laughed.

“Definitely SOF...” she didn't say much else and grabbed a scroll, tossing it over to us. Using her magic, my mother quietly read the contract to herself before gasping.

“I... no way! That's... how... I can't...” she seemed... at a loss of words. Holding the rifle with one hand, I grabbed the papers and looked. Most of it was date, time, payment but one of the papers caught me way off guard.

“For the royal wedding of Prince Blueblood and...” I trailed off in complete and utter disbelief. “Chrysalis?...” I stammered, quickly recalling the queen... the first one I met when I entered this world...

The papers fell from my hands as I went wide eyed. I wasn't quite sure why I was so shocked... Twilight spoke up and cracked my thoughts. “Why wasn't I informed earlier?” she asked and Kianna just shrugged.

“How should I know? So whatta yah say cowboy?” she asked. I still wasn't sure about this. Could it be a trick? Why wasn't Twilight informed? How did whoever contracted Kianna even know about her presence and how to contact her?

“SPIKE!” Twilight again interrupted my thoughts. The little... not so little anymore, dragon came rushing out. “Write a note to Celestia at once!” she ordered. The dragon himmed and hawed as he searched for an ink quill in his nonexistent pockets. I reached into the chest pocket of my casual shirt and pulled out a pen ad parchment.

“Here buddy,” I offered, the dragon quickly giving his thanks as he went to write down the letter.

“Dear Princess Celestia. I request an urgent response due to strange circumstances that are beyond my capabilities. Is there truly a wedding to be held for your Nephew Blueblood and Queen of the changelings, Chrysalis?” Twilight asked, Spike quickly writing down her note word for word.

“Do you... really have to address her like that? I mean... she can't really be THAT bad,” I said and Twilight shot me a look.

“She tried to ruin my brother's wedding!” she snapped back. Spike spat a gentle fume of flame that disintegrated the parchment into dust that blew away into the wind.

“Well... that was-” Spike cut me off with a burp, a scroll coming up out of his throat. “Woah... wild...” I trailed off then vaguely remembered that Spike somehow had a talent to send stuff to Celestia meanwhile she could somehow send stuff back through him...

Twilight grabbed the scroll and read it outloud. “My dear friend Twilight Sparkle. Yes, it is very true that my great, great, great, great, great, great... something rather, nephew is to be wedded to Chrysalis. I would've suspected that yourself and your friends would have received an invitation by now...” Twilight trailed off then looked up. Spike burped again, a large envelope coming out with a small letter attached.

“Dear Twilight Sparkle, enclosed is eight wedding invitations. One for yourself, Spike, your closest friends and your dearest student,” Twilight spoke up. She scratched her head in thought. “But... wait, how could this... it has to be some kind of joke...” she stammered. Kianna spoke up, our attention having been dragged away from her.

“So... in that case, whatta yah say old man?” she commented, her hand extended. I suppose if I was invited to Chrysalis's wedding I shouldn't really refuse. I shook her hand but she just laughed. “I kinda meant give me my gun back...”

I checked my custom watch as the train chugged along. Twilight had rounded up her friends and we had all caught a ride on the train, much to our dismay as the apparent 'mercenaries' tagged along. Lassie had come along to, though we hadn't received enough invitations I could always just plus one her.

I looked to Kianna and her mercenaries. I didn't trust them, and I wasn't quite sure how Derreck and this lady knew each other. I had agreed to run security with her team, though I was highly skeptical about this. 'Why didn't Celestia just have the royal guard run security?' I thought to myself.

Twilight and the others sat in a different train car than myself and these ragtag mercenaries. From what I could gather, two were heavy ordinance. One had twin machine guns while the other had rocket launchers. The black clad pony, or zebra as she called herself, seemed to be... a ninja of some sort. There was a stallion whom operated an M14 and finally...

There was Kianna. The one who had nearly killed me on my trip to Manehatten. She, from what I understood, was the team leader. And now I suppose there was me, the FNG. Didn't matter how they put it. I didn't trust them and by my account they should be thrown in jail the moment we stepped foot in Canterlot.

I was currently wearing my old M81 camouflage jacket and pant., Belladonna was strapped to my right leg in her holster. I had the Eagle Eye set up on my head but didn't have it activated at the moment.

Kianna smirked as she looked to me. “What happened to your eye?” she asked. I didn't answer at first but then figured there was no harm in answering.

“Damaged in a fight...” I trailed off, taking a look out the window as we came upon the massive capital city that was Canterlot. “So... which side of the law are you on anyways?” I asked and she just sighed with a smile.

“Well, neither technically. I play all sides. The law is almost identical to war. Play both sides and neither force truly wants you dead. It's how I keep my head from getting blown off. Supply both sides of a conflict, neither wants to kill you as it will result in an arms shortage. Supply just one side, the other will hunt you down. The same applies with the law. Throw the police some of their most wanted criminals, they turn a blind eye... but in Equestria... well, the laws are a little more strict so I have to play ball a little more than I'd like to... get what I'm saying?” she asked.

My brow furrowed. Oh, I got what she was saying...

“So how bout you. How do you know so much about fighting and guns, camouflage... yet claim to be just a family man?” She asked and I replied rather plainly.

“Tough upbringing.” My hand rested on the hilt of my hand cannon.

“That's a nice pistol. You know GROM uses them? Those guys are tough cookies... though their pistols aren't as fancy as yours. More of a paperweight but seeing you wield one, I almost wish I had one of my own. After you pulled apart my Beretta I decided to go with your advice and get something a little more... sturdy...” she said, pulling out a Smith and Wesson 629 Performance Center revolver.

It was shined up pretty nice, I'd give her that. She began to spin it on her index finger, stopping for a fraction of a second before spinning it in the reverse direction. Giving it a toss she caught it in her left hand and began spinning it again. She quickly tilted her hand horizontally but still managed to keep spinning it. She cocked her hand behind her back and tossed the gun up over her shoulder, catching the firearm in her right hand before continuing to spin it.

Finally stopping, she set the handgun down on the table that sat between us. “.44 Magnum. Not nearly as powerful as that fifty of yours, but it'll do the trick. Besides, mine isn't a paperweight,” she mentioned but I kept my expression blunt.

The train came to a stop and the conductor made his usual announcements as ponies began offloading from the train. I picked up my duffle bag, which was mostly filled with clean clothes, and headed out.

I quickly met up with the others, Lassie looking around with great fascination. “Man, this place is awesome. You totally have to bring me here more often...” She took a deep inhale, sniffing the air. “Ohhhhh-hoo, man. Smell that? Fresh pancakes in the afternoon... I could die a happy dog,” she chimed.

From the corner of my eye I spotted Chrysalis, conversing with the lead mercenary. “I'll be right back,” I said to the others as I dropped my duffle bag. I quickly hurried over to Chrysalis, whom I hadn't seen in... nearly a year.

“CHRYSIE!” I chimed happily as I went to hug her but instead she quickly backpedaled. “Uhh... oh, okay... uhm...” I trailed off then remembered she did have a tenacious fear of me when we first met. “Sorry I uhh... yeah. Heh... hey, it's great to see you again!” I said and she shot me an estranged look.

“Yes... uhm... indeed I...” she trailed off as she looked me over.

“It's me Burdy. Remember? I know it's been like a year but... Zecora, the dog, Cadance...” I trailed off but she looked at me as though I was a complete stranger. I began to hum then quickly started to sing.

Kianna quickly cut me off by telling me my singing sucked.

004, err... Blue, whom was standing next to Chrysalis, spoke up. “Ahh yes... I remember you. Mr. Burdick, the twit who can't remember a pony's name,” he stated and I smiled. Chrysalis spoke up, almost in a forced tone of embaressment.

“Oh yes! Of course, how could I ever forget you. How are you Burdick?” she asked. Her voice just sounded... off. And nopony really refers to me as just 'Burdick'.

“Uhm... yah can call me Burdy if yah like. Anywho... man, it's so good to see you again Chrysalis. How have you been?” I asked but her answer was short and to the point.

“Good. Very good...” she turned her attention back to Kianna. “As I was saying. I'd like you to set up your security forces as soon as possible...” Chrysalis, 004 and the mercenaries all departed whilst talking about security detail. I suppose I should've went with them but I instead chose to stay behind. I stood there, dumbfounded and feeling... forgotten.

Twilight stepped up behind me, now accompanied by her sister and brother. I was left at a loss of words and only mustered a few words. “She's... not the same...” I muttered but Twilight spoke up much to my dismay.

“She was never really a nice creature. She probably just acted nice around you before to get what she needed.” I stood for a moment in silence before speaking.

“Changeling... not a creature... she's not a... thing...” I tried to defend her but found it difficult, especially with the way she just blew me off. I felt a more masculine hoof rest on my shoulder.

I turned to see the face of her elder brother whom I hadn't really seen much before. “My name's Shinning Armor. I don't think we ever had a proper introduction before.” He offered me his hoof which I quickly shook.

Before I had much time to do anything there was a tugging at my leg. I looked down to see Lassie giving me puppy-dog eyes. “Funnel cakes pwwwwease?” she asked with one of the most adorable puppy dog faces I had ever seen. Shining and Cadance gasped as they sputtered the same phrase everypony says around Lassie.

“THE DOG TALKS?!” Lassie shot them a stare.

“Seriously? In a world of talking ponies and magic that's the most bizarre thing you've seen?”

We all took seats outside of an icecream shop that also just so happened to have funnel cakes, which Lassie ordered two of just for herself. I was going to pay but the owner insisted on giving us all a freebie... I think it was something to do with Twilight and Cadance being royal princesses...

I took a seat, licking away at my soft serve ice-cream cone that had been dipped in chocolate syrup. Many of Twilight's friends had just gotten plain-jane ice-cream in cones. As we sat, Twilight and her sister... or sister-in-law, began conversing about old times. Shining turned to me.

“So... that lady friend of yours... the mercenary who's been-” I cut him short.

“She's not my friend. We uhh... she tried to kill me once and now figures that times have changed and... she believes I was some sort of elite trained operative sent to take her down...” I responded and he rose a brow.

“The royal guard doesn't have any information on her. Can she be trusted?” he asked but I just shrugged.

“She tried to kill me once. I don't trust her, but...” I trailed off and looked to the others whom were all enjoying themselves merrily. I remembered what I was like when I arrived. “Who's to say she hasn't changed...”

“Well I don't trust her, or Chrysalis for that-” Shining began but Cadance groaned.

“Shiny, honey nopony really trusts her after what she did but... I mean Aunt Celestia has the guard working around the clock. Don't you think you could relax just a little bit and enjoy yourself. It's been forever since we've seen Twilight and all you've done so far is fret about Chrysalis,” Cadance pitched. I quickly came to my old friend's, if that's what one would consider her, defense.

“Well, I know she almost ruined your wedding... but she really isn't all that bad. She's actually quite nice when you get to know her...” I said, quickly realizing more than a few faces were turned my way. “Well... I wasn't the greatest either when I arrived. Can't you just give her a chance like you gave me a chance? I mean... Fluttershy, not to really bring it up, but I threatened your life when I thought you were a home intruder. Mom... I can't imagine it was easy the first few months considering how ignorant and stubborn I was... Chrysalis may have done some questionable things but... I mean can't we give her another chance?” I offered.

Cadance was about to speak up but a scream from the sky caught all our attention. All looking up, we quickly spotted a falling gray pegasus. “DERPY!” I called out, jumping over the small patio railing in an attempt to catch her.

“I GOT 'ER!” Dash called out, zooming into the sky and quickly catching her in a spectacular show of aerobatics. Dropping swiftly yet rather gently to the ground, Dash set down the ditzy gray mare.

“Wow! Thanks Dash! You're a hero!” Derpy appraised but the cyan mare just brushed it off as nothing.

“It's cool Derpy, just like me!” she said, striking a heroic pose as though to have her picture taken. “Ah-ha... hey, what are you doing all the way up here in Canterlot?” she asked and Derpy gave a confused look for just a moment before a light bulb appeared to come on in her mind.

“Oh that's right! You all got mail but weren't in Ponyville. The train conductor said you had come this way so I decided to bring it to you. Consider it like express mail,” she said, grabbing out a wad of envelopes for all of us.

Handing them over we all took a look, Dash quickly piping up. “These are like a week and a half old!” she stated but I held a hand to her mouth.

“It's fine. Thanks Derpy. That's really thoughtful of you,” I said with a smile, getting a smile back along with a nuzzle to my side from the gray pegasus.

“I'd stick around but I gotta fly. There's some of last month's mail for the Ponyville Spa,” she said, quickly taking off. I just stifled a laugh as I shook my head with a smile. Oh Derpy, you adorable, lovable pony you...

Twilight's voice broke my thoughts. “Oh... well... here's our invitations...” she trailed off. I turned around to see that indeed everypony of Twilight's main group of friends had gotten an invitation.

“I... no, there's something off about this...” she mentioned.

“Ooooh yeppy! A party!” Pinkie squealed excitably, bouncing around in a blaze of motion. Rarity added in afterwards.

“I get to design the royal wedding dress! Why I'm honored.” Something began to click inside my mind.

“Gals, don't you see what's wrong with this?” Twilight asked, everypony looking to her. “It's the exact same as last time!” she mentioned but Cadance spoke up.

“Well... actually... she offered me to be the best mare... apparently to make up for trying to ruin our wedding,” she mentioned but Twilight just groaned.

“Don't you think it's just a little suspicious though? I mean, she even blew Evan off just like what happened with me!” she commented but I just shrugged.

“Well... I mean I guess we weren't the super of best friends. We only did know each other for like... two days... hey, I wonder how her dog's doing...” I wondered aloud, thinking back on it.

“I just think it's all very strange and-” but before she could finish, her brother spoke up and commented on something very true.

“Yes, but Twilight, Chrysalis disgused herself as Cadance to trick everypony. How is she supposed to trick everypony by disguising herself as... herself? Besides, perhaps she was impressed with how the last wedding was set up and wanted it to be the same. I think it's suspicious but not in the way you do.” We all stood there, the conversation in a stalemate.

I spoke up to try and end this conversation. “Well, it doesn't matter anyway. Like Cadance said, Tia's got the guard running 24/7 and they even have a private security team now...” I trailed off at the thought of Kianna running security. I didn't like the thought of it, regardless of how little I knew about her.

Twilight pitched up yet again. “Yes, but Chrysalis hired them to run security. Technically they're on her side,” she mentioned but I again stepped in to Chrysalis's defense.

“Wait, hold on... since when did we decide there would be sides and that anything was going to happen?” I asked. We all stood in silence but Lassie finally ended the conversation.

“Mmm, oh this ice-cream is soooOOOOOoooo good!” she mentioned aloud. Dash turned and gasped like a vile crime had just been committed.

“HEY! That's MY ice-cream!” she nearly screamed but Lassie just shrugged.

“So. It was melting while you were all bickering about Queen Swiss-Cheese...”

Kianna sat me down along with most of her group in front of a projector screen in one of the old unused rooms in the castle. This was to be our briefing and mission control room. She went through tactics and assigned roles, along with positions for everyone.

She began going over rules of engagement and I chose to intervene. “Kianna-” she cut me short with a snappy response.

“It's commander!” Her voice was like a whip. I flinched but just ever so slightly.

I raised my hands in a defensive way as to show I was sorry. “Commander... this isn't Iraq, or Bosnia, or Rwanda... this is Equestria, a world of talking ponies. There isn't... insurgent threats, there isn't terrorist bombings, there isn't... we don't really need to go full out, Rambo First Blood here. These ponies are calm and-” she quickly snapped at me.

“We're security detachment 01. We're using state of the art weaponry to ensure nothing goes wrong during the Queen's royal wedding. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” She shouted but I just shrugged.

“Ki... Commander, with all due respect... it's a bunch of ponies. We don't need...” I looked to one of the brutes. “M60 machine guns. We're not trying to intervene in a civil war here. All we need to do is make sure ponies behave themselves. Heck, just sidearms would do. No need for a show of force,” I stated and she shot me a glare.

“You're not team leader here, so SHUT THE FUCK UP!” she nearly howled and I just sighed then decided to role with it.

“Yes ma'am,” I finished. She began going over logistics and recon then finally ended our briefing.

“And, I suppose you should all get acquainted with this mouth-piece here. As some of you may know, he was the NATO agent tasked with tracking me down and eliminating me. Alas, he has seen the light of day and aborted his mission. DISMISSED!” She just had to finish by yelling.

We all started to leave to begin our assigned roles but Kianna put a hand on my shoulder to keep me behind. “So... just between you and me, you know... top-secret kinda stuff... who are you really with?” she asked and I sighed then decided on an answer that was kinda true.

“I'm the Princess's star pupil,” I informed her and she grunted.

“Seriously. What was your unit? Is it really gonna kill you to tell me?” she asked but I shook my head.

“I really wasn't with any SOF. I'm just... a person. Your every day Joe...” I trailed off and thought about it. “So what about you? I mean, you're pretty good and you figure NATO sent me after you so I take it you're not just the average gun runner,” I stated and she shot me a glare.

“It's a world run by fucking men, sexist pigs no less!” she snapped and I stepped back. “Oh yeah, act all shocked like you wouldn't know. I could run with the best of you and the brass bloody well fuckin' knew it! I could've been in a combat unit, but NOOOOO! I'm a woman so that makes me inferior!” she shouted in my face, again making me take a step back. “Sticking me to logistics and desk jobs cause I have tits!” she continued to shout. “I could've been a Ranger, a SEAL... a fucking DELTA member, but nooOOOoooo, I don't have a dick!” she continued to shout. “So I said FUCK THE ARMY! Stole a cargo plane of weapons and began dealings with the rebel forces out in the Middle East. THEY, of all people, saw my potential. They let me fight. Let me perform special operations! AND THAT!... Is why your commanders hate me! It's because I'm proof that women can fight just as well as men!” She sounded pretty bitter and resentful towards men.

“Well... maybe they hate you because you're fighting for the rebels... or maybe because you're an arms dealer... or maybe because you stole a cargo plane full of military grade weapons... I dunno. If you were a little less... nutty, you'd probably be a hell of an operative. Why not CIA?” I asked and she just scoffed.

“Pencil pushing pricks,” she shot before giving me a glare. “You've got a job to do. We're not getting paid by the hour. Move like you got a purpose!” she ordered and I gave her a sloppy salute before heading off.

I had the sleeves on my M81 woodland jacket rolled up. A green undershirt didn't help me any as it was on the warm side of things and I had already started to sweat. Our group had been tasked with patrolling the castle and surrounding area to make sure everything was calm and in order for the wedding.

My heavy hitting hand cannon was holstered to my thigh, the holy pearl grips gleaming. With a grumble, my stomach told me it was hungry. Taking a look to my watch, I took note it was late in the day. Remembering that Applejack had been asked to be the cook for the wedding, I got a thought in my head... a genius thought no less.

Taking a detour, I decided to stop by the mess hall to see if perhaps AJ had something cooked up I could... requisition.

As I walked along, I stroked a hand through my short hair. It was growing back at a fairly decent pace and was now about two and a half inches long. I had it nicely combed but regardless of how I did my hair, I still looked like an old man in his late fifties, early sixties.

My eye patch shifted a little and I had to readjust it. Finally reaching the kitchen of the mess hall, I spotted AJ, not wearing her cowpony hat but instead wearing a chef hat. “Heh... hey good looking, whatcha got cooking, how bout cooking, something up fer me...” I began singing quietly to myself but AJ's ear twitched a bit and heard my rather horrible singing then turned to me.

“Oh... howdy there Sugarcube. Uhh, just some apple strudels. Iffen yer hungry ah can cook yah up something tah tide yah over,” she offered and I nodded.

“Hey gal, whatever's clever,” I replied.

“Well, ah reckon ah could cook yah up some apple fritters. Might tide yah over till dinner.” I gave her a nod.

“You know Applejack, you're the best,” I said with a smile and she just rolled her eyes with a faint laugh.

“If yah say so.” She began working away at making, what I could only presume to be, the best apple fritters ever made. Within a few minutes she had the batch mixed up and put in the oven to bake.

“Be a few minutes. Yah can take a load off if yah want.” I took a seat across from her and we both sighed. “So... security detail?” she asked and I just rolled my eye.

“Silly if you ask me. Celestia's royal guard could handle it.” I said and Applejack nodded.

“But ah will say... those ponies are pretty scary lookin,” she made note and I nodded. Just as long as they didn't try anything aggressive, nopony should have a problem with them totting firearms.

“So... Chrysalis?” I asked, bringing up the topic of the changeling queen. Applejack didn't answer at first and just thought about the topic.

“Well... we did reform Discord... though ah suppose he was never truly bad, more like a spoiled brat... but then again, Chrysalis wasn't all that bad neither. Not like she tried to hurt nopony, was just looking for love to feed off of... ah dunno. Everypony can change ah suppose. And ah reckon she ain't gonna do much seein as how there's those macho ponies running around with them... shooty things like yers.” I nodded. I guess she was right in a way. Everyone can change.

'Shooty things... heh...' I thought to myself. I drew out my hulking pistol that, by most human standards, was considered too bulky and heavy for comfortable shooting... whinny little limp wristed girls.

Setting the handgun down on the table, I took out a cloth and wiped off the finger prints on the gun, giving it a real shine. “I don't think having these around is really necessary...” I muttered and Applejack just shrugged.

“Don't reckon most of the stuff she has set up fer the weddin' is necessary. But you know how brides can get,” she mentioned but I shook my head.

“I've only ever gone to funerals. One wedding but I can't really remember it,” I stated and her expression went pale.

“Oh... uhh... sorry teh hear that.” I kinda killed the mood with that statement and decided to start on a different topic. Stuffing the hand cannon back in my holster I asked about her.

“So, you like this?” I asked, motioning to the kitchen area and she shrugged.

“Ah can manage. Kinda... strange when yah think about it.” I rose a brow and she took out the figurines that were to go atop the cake. “Prince Blueblood is by most standards... pretty shallow. How in Equestria did he end up falling in love with Chrysalis?” she asked. The question brought up a billion different possibilities, none of which made any sense except the last one.

“Ah dunno,” I replied and she nodded.

“It's kinda been in the back a muh mind since ah started the cake.” We both sat there and thought about it before coming to the conclusion that it didn't really make sense. Applejack spoke again. “Twilight asked Celestia 'bout it, but even Celestia couldn't detect a brainwashin' spell on Blueblood like Chrysalis had used on Shining Armor... and tah add teh that point, she isn't disguised this time 'round so...” she trailed off and I quickly finished her sentence.

“She isn't up to something, and if she is she's being very discreet about it,” I finished and she nodded.

The lingering smell of fresh apple fritters quickly started filling my nostrils. “Mmm... oh man that smells good,” I said. I felt a prickling feeling on the back of my neck but it wasn't a serious twitch. Turning I spotted a head peaking through the doorway with a sheepish look.

“That does smell ever so wonderful...” Queen Chrysalis stepped into the kitchen. I gave a slight curtsy bow, Applejack following suit. It wasn't a full blown bow, just enough to show our respect.

“Howdy,” both Applejack and myself greeted the queen. She gave us a nod, not exactly what one would call appreciative but... well, whatever.

“I was just strolling along and was... enthralled by this most vigorous smell. May I?” she asked politely. Both Applejack and myself shrugged, my southern friend speaking up.

“Well... there is only enough fer one pon-” I cut her short, already knowing what she was going to say.

“She can have mine. It's not like I'm in much of a rush,” I stated and she shot me a stare, one I felt uneasy about.

“Are you not supposed to be patrolling the castle? Running security?” she asked, almost as if she were aggravated with the fact I was getting something to eat.

“Well... actually Kianna is running security but... I mean, let's face it... running around with heavy ordinance is hardly justifiable. Yes it's a royal wedding but it's not like there's an imminent threat over the horizon... I think it's gonna scare ponies more than make them feel at ease,” I replied and at that comment her eyes went slightly wider.

“You think... it would make them suspicious?” she asked, making me cock a brow.

“Well... maybe not suspicious. The ponies might get terrified if they realized what those guns could actually do... and those mercenaries aren't exactly the friendly type. Might be... just a tad bit overboard, in my opinion but hey... it's your wedding Chrysie, do as you like,” I said with a smiling nod.

“Why do you call me that? Chrysie?” she asked and I was taken aback by the comment.

“What?... I... You know...Chrysie, cute as a puppy... Cadance... Behind Blue Eyes... Chrysie, it's me, Burdy. Don't you even reme-” she cut me short with a huge gasp... that almost sounded fake.

“OH, OF COURSE! BURDY! How could I ever have forgotten you?!” she ran into me, quickly squeezing and giving me a tight hug. “I'm so-so very sorry. It's just with the wedding I've had so many things on my mind that it just slipped my thoughts. How could I ever forget you. Why, you look exactly the same as when we last saw each other!” she chimed in an enthusiastic voice.

The last comment made me stifle a laugh that ended up leaving through my nose. “Well... I mean, let's be honest... I'm a little hard on looks these days-” but she cut me off.

“Don't short yourself. You look as good as you ever have!” she continued to appraise me. I mean... anypony with eyesight could see I've aged exceedingly fast but... she was probably just saying that.

“Well... heh-heh... thanks,” I chuckled with a blush. She hugged me harder.

“As a token of my gratitude and apology, I wish to make you head of security for the wedding,” she told me and I stammered for a moment.

“Well... I mean... I uhh... uhm... it's Kianna's crew so-” again she cut me short.

“I think you're more than a capable leader, probably better than she is. I would take it insultingly if you didn't take this offer,” she said with a smile. In that case I couldn't refuse.

“Okay, okay... I'll uhh... I'll just have to round up the crew then,” I stammered timidly. 'Woah... head of security for a royal wedding...'

Applejack removed the hot apple fritters from the oven and set them down. “Careful, they're hot,” she stated and Chrysie looked to me.

“Why not take one for yourself commander. You need the nourishment. I will contact your crew and tell them to meet you in the briefing room for their new orders.” She offered me a fritter for the road.

“Th-thanks!” I gave her a nod, took the fritter and continued on my way, hearing Chrysalis comment on how she had to check on her dress next...

“THAT'S BULLSHIT!” Kianna roared in my face, the briefing room door shut so her voice wouldn't echo throughout the castle. “YOU LITTLE WEASLY FUCK! I knew you couldn't be trusted! Trying to steal my crew out from under me, well fuck you!” she shouted. I just raised my hands defensively.

“I'm not trying to steal your crew... hell I didn't try to do anything, she just gave the position to me. It's not like I'm gonna take your crew from you... picture me as more... a second in command to the queen,” I stated and she spat at me.

“I don't take orders from men!” she snarled and I just let out a deep exhale.

“Listen, not much has changed from your original plan-” one of the big brutes cut me short.

“Except that you want to make us defenseless,” he commented in a deep tone. I shook my head.

“No, not defenseless... Kianna?” I asked and she grunted to herself.

“What if I say... go fuck yourself. I'm out, and I'm taking my team with me.” She motioned to her team to saddle up and I just shrugged.

“That's a lot of money to toss away... and all you have to do is stand around while two ponies get married. Too bad... guess I'll have to take it all for myself,” I said in a faked depressed voice. I could tell the money was getting to her and she quickly broke down, scowling to herself as she swore.

“Fuck... fuck it, fine!” she swore then flopped out a case. Flipping open the latches she presented to the crew its contents. Inside was a set of five pistols. All were H&K MK23s with the SOCOM style laser and suppressor. Kianna took one, along with both of the heavy troopers and the sniper.

She looked to me. “Well... this is your plan, don't tell me you're making double standards,” she said but I shook my head.

“Well... I mean I already have a sidearm. And besides, isn't that one for her?” I asked, pointing to the ninja. Kianna shook her head and withdrew a twin set of knives and handed them to the ninja. I looked, watching as the ninja took nothing but the knives.

“And you say I have double standards?” I asked but Kianna shook her head.

“She can't use firearms... not effectively anyway. Messes up her rhythm.” I looked to the ninja who stashed one of the knives in an ankle sheath and the other to a chest sheath. “The last one is for you. Why don't you put away that clunky cannon and use something a little bit more effective,” she commented.

I looked to the others, whom, under my order, had changed out of their combat gear and now wore casual attire. The pistols were a little bulky under their wear, but since ponies already had a lack of knowledge about firearms, they wouldn't understand the bulge of a firearm underneath clothing.

Kianna handed me a hip holster which I promptly adjusted to my waist, along with a magazine pouch for two extra mags. Taking the pistol, I racked the slide to ensure the chamber was clear for the time being. I grunted quietly then smirked. “Just like old times.”

Kianna gave me an estranged look but I just shrugged with a smile. Pointing the gun, I flicked on the bulky flashlight, then promptly flicked it off. With it's current configuration, it was heavier than Belladonna, whom was by most human standards just a paperweight.

“Alright... but are you sure you don't wanna give this to her?” I asked, motioning to the ninja. She shook her head.

“Trust me... those knives might be a little more deadly than even your pistol,” she commented. I wasn't sure how serious she was about that, but I doubted it. Kianna strapped her handgun to a waist holster as well, though she still kept her S&W .44 handy on the right side of her hip.

I gave them a nod and Kianna smirked. “Alrighty then... we'll get to it, Boss,” she mentioned and I just rolled my eye as we departed. As good as that apple fritter was, I was starving. I quickly made my way through the castle and back to the kitchen.

I heard chuckling from inside and took a peak. Twilight, along with her main group of friends, had most likely retired for the night and stopped by to get something to eat. To my surprise, Discord was also present.

I made my entry, rather silently as I didn't intend on making myself the center of attention. Regardless however, Applejack spoke up and drew everypony's attention to me. “Well shucks, howdy Mr. Chief of security.” Everypony turned and gave me a nod. Even Twilight's brother and sister were here.

Discord was second to speak. “Well, if you've been promoted, perhaps you should have a new uniform!” he chimed, my clothes quickly transforming into a more stylish dress uniform.

“GAH... it's uhh... it's really not necessary Discord,” I replied. He clapped his paws together but again my clothes were changed to something stylish. I gave a grunt, followed by my clothes again changing into something I didn't really want.

“Ugh... Discord,” I grumbled. “This is silly.”

“Oh, you want silly?” he laughed, turning my clothes into a duck uniform. He and Fluttershy both laughed, whispering something about how cute I was.

“Discord... please, I don't want anything,” I said. He clapped his paws and I was left with nothing but a pair of tighty-whitties. Everypony began to chuckle and I'd have to hand it to him... clever pun on words. Finally he changed me back to the way I was before. I gave an appreciative nod and took a seat, Lassie leaning up against my leg with an all too happy smile.

Looking to the others, I spoke. “So... how's things with... Chrysalis?” I asked. Rarity spoke first about how Chrysalis commented that her dresses were the finest in the land and were beyond all her expectations. Fluttershy said Chrysalis was so enthralled by the musical choir that she actually stayed for over an hour to listen. Pinkie Pie also had nothing but good things to say, stating that Chrysalis stayed around and played games with her.

Rainbow Dash however, was a little grumpy with her tale. “Well... she wouldn't let me show off my Sonic Rainboom... she says she wants to keep it a surprise. She wouldn't even let me show her a little,” she complained and I just chuckled.

Applejack added in that Chrysalis enjoyed the fritters she had made and even apologized for her rudeness in throwing out the bit sized apple fritters the time she had been disguised as Cadance.

Shining Armor however, wasn't all that impressed. “I still say there's something fishy about this,” he commented and I took a smell of the air.

“Nah dude... there's not even a river near by,” I joked and he just sighed.

“I meant it's strange.” His look was bland and unimpressed.

“I know what you meant... I'm just saying that there really isn't... I mean, can you at least give her a second chance? Look at Discord there,” I said and we all turned to Discord, whom was actually sabotaging the cake with spring loaded confetti.

Noticing that we were all looking at him, and Applejack was giving him a most particular glare, he just chuckled and used his magic to change it back. “Okay... he's still a little... even so, he's not bad. He's changed. Look at me, I'm not the brutish shoot first as questions never kind of guy I used to be. I've changed. At least get to know her a little better before you judge her... you know, don't judge a book by it's cover,” I told him and he sighed.

Cadance instead spoke up. “I can understand my husband's mistrust with the changeling queen. She did try to ruin our wedding...” looking to all of us, she turned to her husband. “But perhaps he is right. Would it hurt to at least give her a chance. Besides, Aunt Celestia has the guard on high alert. What could possibly happen dear?” she had a very persuasive voice... more like she was cooing him then really giving him a choice in the matter.

Lassie shifted over and ground her rump into my foot. “Hey... psst,” she said with a sly tone. I looked to her and she wiggled one of her paw digits as though to tell me to lean in close for a secret. “I just thought you'd like to know... I'm in heat,” she snickered, sticking out her tongue and biting it slightly before promptly standing up off my foot and sitting back down in her old spot, though she left a slimy spot on my boot.

'UGH! BUCKIN' REALLY?!' I roared inside my mind. After just a few seconds of fuming disbelief I just sighed and patted her head. She was Lassie and nothing would change the fact I loved her, despite her lewd shenanigans.

Fluttershy looked to Lassie and myself thenthought for a moment. “Oh, Evan... remember that time Chrysalis got a puppy... I mean, it's okay if you don't...” she said in her usual timid voice. I nodded, the memory clear as day in my mind.

Before I could reply however, Lassie jumped up. “WOAH! She's got a dog! Hey wait a minute... dude... is it a dude?” she asked. Fluttershy blinked.

“Well... I uhm... I guess... yes, it was a male golden retriever puppy...” she replied, still as timid as ever. Lassie turned to me with a determined face.

“You have to introduce me to the royal dog!” she ordered and I just laughed. “What?! Seriously dude, I wanna have a dog friend. I feel weirded out always hanging around ponies that think I'm strange cause I talk... no offense guys and gals,” she said to the others.

I chuckled, having for the most part forgotten about the dog. I guess Chrysie was right. Things slip your mind when there's a wedding in the making. “A'right... I'll go talk to Chrysie about you meeting her dog,” I said, standing up as Lassie clapped excitedly.

Just before I went to leave, I patted Shining on the shoulder. “Seriously... she's not that bad. Get to know her before you judge,” I mentioned before leaving. Briskly walking down the halls, my stomach started to grumble. “Ugh... figures... I didn't even get something to eat.”

I decided to rush and find Chrysie. She should be... somewhere in the castle. 'Somewhere in the castle... good one,' my conscious spoke up. I just rolled my eye. “You got a better idea of where to look?!” I snapped.

'Yeah. Royal chambers. Durrrr!' he snapped back. “BRILLIANT!” I chimed and rushed towards where I presumed would be the royal chambers. Rushing down the halls I skidded to a stop and listened. My senses flickered into high gear and my hearing became nearly super-human.

There was... a voice... it wasn't quite Chrysie's but it was close. I slowly crept my way towards the doorway that was partially ajar, a beam of light coming outwards from inside the room. “Ooooh! You stupid buffoon!” the voice shouted and I heard the thump of a body.

I leaned up against the wall and peaked inwards. Inside was... she was a changeling, but not anything like Chrysalis. She didn't feature the insectile wings of my queen friend, instead she had hardened chitin back plates more like that of a beetle. Her legs were also stronger looking and had far less holes in them than the original Chrysalis.

“Did she... change?” I whispered to myself. 004 squirmed beneath her, grunting something about how hideous she was. I'd second to that. She wasn't quite as cute as Chrysalis and didn't have very many redeeming factors.

“GET OFF ME YOU HIDEOUS BEAST!” 004... err... Blue yelled. The yelling echoed down the halls and it was at this moment I realized there was a lack of guards in this area.

“Hideous am I?” She asked, her beetle-like wings springing open, a green gas fuming into the air.

The aroma quickly took me by surprise and made me stagger back. I was taken by complete surprise by the alluring fragrance. “Woah...” I muttered, finding myself instantly hard and wanting to do nothing more than bone that... changeling.

I quickly came to my senses and kicked out the thoughts. My body tensed. 'What the hell is going on?!' I thought to myself, pressing my body up against the wall once more. The fragrance was so strong it nearly debilitated me.

'A fuckin' stink beetle!' my conscious thought and I nodded. A stink beetle indeed... but with a nice smell... I peeked inside and saw that her fragrance had an instant effect on 004, whom was hard as a rock and leaking precum all over himself.

“Hideous am I?” she asked in a delightful tone. Bluey nearly began to weep.

“I'm so sorry for my outburst. My love, please forgive me!” he nearly cried.

“Hmm... perhaps... but I want the castle... I want Equestria. I want it all,” she told him and he nodded.

“Of course. Anything for you!” he whimpered. I didn't have time for this. I burst through the door, nearly taking the doors off their hinges.

“FREEZE! DON'T MOVE!” I boomed, the changeling jumping back, her wings springing out. The H&K MK23 SOCOM was pointed in her direction, my aim unwavering. “ON THE GROUND, FACE DOWN!” I roared. She took a step back and I couldn't help but find her more and more sexually attractive... by the second.

“ON THE GROUND, NOW!” I ordered in a violent tone. I had to shake my head to get the sexual thoughts off my mind... I just wanted to bend her over and pork her. She must've saw it in my eyes because she turned around and gave me a full view of her rump.

Wings splayed wide, I felt a misty feeling coming over me, like a gentle sprinkle during a summer day. “Are you sure there isn't something I can do to make it up to you?” she cooed. I quickly shook my head, taking my view off her glistening pussy and popping off two rounds beside her hooves... or whatever one might call them.

She jumped back with a startled yelp. “Get... down...” my voice staggered as I felt woozy.

“Is that how you wish to take me?” she asked, laying on her stomach with her rump high in the air, at perfect crotch level so that I wouldn't have to do any elevation adjustments...

'UGGHHH! WHAT AM I THINKING! PLUG HER... NO, NOT LIKE THAT!' My conscious roared. My senses flared and unnaturally picked up the presence of somepony right next to me.

Without even looking I could see the barrel of a pistol being pointed at my head. I already somehow knew it was Kianna. In a flash I sidestepped, moving my body to the outside of her arm as my left hand slapped her hand to the right, whilst my other hand dropped the H&K MK23 and chopped at her wrist. I would've preferred using the pistol to end this, but with the suppressor attached, landing a fatal shot would be difficult at such close range. Striking her nerves, her grip on the pistol was broken and she unwillingly let her handgun fall to the ground.

Cursing, she drew out her S&W revolver and tried to get a crack shot off at me. The first and second shots were strays and missed horribly. Bringing her gun up to aim, my right palm hit her wrist hard, redirecting her aim to the left as she fired off yet another shot. Trying painfully to swing the gun back to it's target as fast as possible, her movements were faster than I'd normally be able to counter.

I ducked my head slightly and used my left hand to slap her aim to the right, again the shot missing horribly. She tried to get another bead on me but again I struck her wrist and knocked her aim far off target.

The gunshot was deafening, the bullet blowing a hole in the floor just by my feet. I hammered my left hand into the crevice of her elbow, making her arm go limp. Right hand gripping the bottom of her revolver, I cocked her arm back, trying to use her own revolver to blast her away, only to have the gun go off prematurely and put a hole in the roof.

I felt one of her knees hit me in the groin, making me gag and stagger back. Lining her piece with my head she laughed. “Nice technique, but I guess you were right. You're not special forces material. Not even close,” she commented as I tried painfully to regain my posture but found myself staggering unnaturally, even taking into consideration I had taken a blow to the jems.

“Yeah... but neither are you. That revolver is nice for silhouette shooting. The ability to add and reduce the weight of the barrel end is a nice touch, giving the user the ability to customize the gun to their preference. The addition of a rail system for laser sights or a flashlight is nice too but the gun is a little bulky and takes longer to reload than that of a magazine fed gun... and besides,” I said as I stood up casually.

“You don't have what it takes to kill me,” I stated and she squeezed the trigger, the hammer slamming down and making an audible CLICK! Again she squeezed the trigger. CLICK! She squeezed the trigger several times only resulting in more clicking and the cylinder being rotated.

“Six shots... revolvers only have six shots. You have to become accustomed to your gun to use it effectively... even so, a revolver will generally always have a low capacity,” I mentioned but then she just laughed and holstered the gun.

I tried to move to draw my own handgun but found I could barely budge. I began to lean to one side and stagger back. The changeling giggled wildly. “I'm impressed.” I turned to her and noticed that Blue was unconscious.

“This whole time I've been releasing a constant, mass amount of pheromone aphrodisiac yet you were able to resist it. Most ponies are debilitated in a matter of seconds. Even so, extensive exposure to such a large volume in a poorly ventilated room such as this leads to unconsciousness in a matter of seconds. I'm impressed that you were able to stand your ground and even fight for well over a few minutes... even so, in a few seconds you're going to pass out and there's nothing you can do about it at this point." I turned to look to Kianna and only then did I realize she had a small mouthpiece, probably a breathing apparatus of some sort, tucked into her mouth.

I fell onto my back and heard Kianna saying something about how we'd have to clean up fast since the guards would be here any second due to the noise. Spotting my H&K MK23, I reached over and grabbed it, sloppily swinging my aim towards them. Even so, my aim was horrible and I could hardly manage to move my fingers properly. Kianna laughed and reached down, grabbing the pistol from my grip. “Is this for me? Why thank you,” she cackled before whipping the hilt across my temple and knocking me into unconsciousness...

Third person...

The stallion's forelegs fell to the changeling queen's sides as his hips met hers. “Oh baby, I've been waiting so long for this. Take me,” said a feminine voice.

“The pleasure will be all mine, my queen,” said an almost equally feminine voice as the stallion started his slow thrusts.

“Ohhh yes, it's so big. I can feel you deep inside of me. Pound me harder,” whined the first voice. The stallion started to sloppily thrust his hips harder into the changeling queen's rump, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing for all to hear.

The second voice spoke up not long after. “Oh... oh baby... oh I'm gonna cum!” the voice cried out. Their motions became quicker and quicker. The first voice squealed out in excitement.

“Oh yes... oh please cum inside of me. Fill me with your hot seed!”

The stallion's pace became erratic and jerky. “Ahhh! Ahhh, ughhh! UGH!” the second voice grunted out primal vocals of climaxing pleasure as the stallion made one final jerking thrust into the changeling queen.

Lassie moved the two figurines apart and took some icing off the cake, quickly applying it to the changeling figurine's crotch then putting the stallion atop as though they were having sex then started to make lewd sound effects again.

“Ugh... ohh baby, I'm cumming inside of you,” Lassie said in a slightly less feminine tone.

“Ooooh, yes I can feel your hot seed filling my tight pussy,” she said in a more girly tone. Lassie made the stallion figurine make small twitchy jerks, as though he was dumping his load into the queen. The icing she had applied dripped down the queen's thighs and onto the floor.

“LASSIE!” Applejack shouted and snatched the figurines from the horny mutt. “That's... disturbin',” AJ said with a shudder and Lassie just sighed.

“Pfft... you liked it,” she said before mingling to go cause some other hectic, and rather lewd, chaos...

Author's Notes:

So this other author, Plunes, and I were talking a long time ago about the return of Chrysalis into the story since it seemed rather fitting. Yeah, I know, it's kinda a rip off of the episode, but it's also got it's own twist and it leads into the ending of the story so... what can I do.
So sorry for the update time too. I was really busy and didn't want to just force out a chapter (We all went to Canterlot and met Chrysalis. She didn't seem the same as I remembered. Nopony had any idea what to think... yeah, that was my original draft believe it or not)
Anywho, I've just been tired after work... but hey, I got three new guns this weekend. A Winchester combat shotgun, a Bakers Ceremonial muzzle loader rifle and a TT33 handgun so... I dunno, I'm pretty happy, and maybe you guys will be to with the release of this new chapter? (Sorry if it's a dissapointment)