Clare, beachfront Los Pegasus:

As always I awoke peacefully as the sunlight shawn through the window and warmed up my bare skin. I leaned over to Luna, who was sleeping beside me and gave her a kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed. The bed stank terribly of sex, we were going to have to figure out somewhere else to make love, like maybe the shower because at least the shower washed away all the stink and excess cum.

I rolled my eyes as my nose smelt the stink of sex. I stumbled into the bathroom in looked at myself in the mirror, I figured I should probably shave because my beard and mustache was growing in. I grabbed a razor and shaving cream. I shaved quickly, watching myself in the mirror to carefully shave off the beard and mustache hair.

I finished shaving and looked to my watch, it was 6:02am so I had time for a shower before breakfast. I quickly slid off my clothes, hopped into the shower and washed myself off.

The shower only took a few minutes then I quickly dried off and got dressed. I still had my towel in my hands, drying off my hair, as I walked into the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. Fried potatoes with eggs and some pineapple with other fruits, yeah this would be a good breakfast.

As I flipped the potatoes and eggs onto a plate Luna walked into the kitchen and held me around the waist much like I had held her the morning before. “Good morning honey, how are you this morning?” I asked but she just stood there and held me. I continued to finish making breakfast then we both sat down at the dining table rather than the living room coffee table and had a romantic breakfast together. That is if you consider a regular breakfast with a beautiful princess romantic.

Third person, Everfree forest Firebase Echo:

“I’m telling you man, the Sarge will be back soon” said one of the shadow guards. “Yeah well I feel bad for his squad. I heard that Daff almost got them all killed and Shining Armor lost his horn because of Daff’s stupidity” said another shadow guard.

The CO of the firebase was walking around, inspecting the perimeter to make sure it was secure. The CO hopped down into a trench and began to patrol along the trench.

The captain walked through the trenches and up to a lookout nest and hunkered down beside a sergeant. “See anything out there?” the captain asked and the sergeant shook his head. “No captain, nothing” replied the sergeant. The captain shook his head in disgust.

“Fucking heat… fucking bugs… fucking country” the captain swore as he wiped the sweat from his head. He was pissed that Equestria was engaged in a conflict between ponies and the communist zebra army. The sergeant looked over a map and suddenly a gush of blood splashed on his face then a second later the echo of the rifle shot was heard.

“Incoming” the sergeant yelled as he grabbed his M16 and aimed it at the Everfree, the sandbags in front of him stopped a bullet. Gunfire erupted on all sides of the firebase as ponies fired into the treeline and zebras charged from the forest with AK47s.

Down on the front lines several ponies set up M60s and fired upon the advancing zebras. “Keep the fire on them, don’t let up” screamed a corporal as he fired his M16 at a group of zebras.

“RADIO!” screamed a master sergeant and a radio pony quickly rushed down to the master sergeant. The sergeant dialed in the radio “HQ, HQ this is Firebase Echo. We are under attack and need immediate air support over” he told the radio. “Copy that Echo, coordinates?” the radio pony on the other side of the line asked.

The master sergeant motioned for the radio pony to give him the map. The pony quickly gave the master sergeant the map and he looked it over. “I need fire support on Echo-Foxtrot 9-0-5-0-3-4-2 over” the master sergeant replied.

“Copy all, you’ll have your support over” the radio pony on the other side replied then the line went dead. “Specialist there’s something…” the master sergeant trailed off as he realized that the radio pony had just been shot several times and was dead. The radio on his back had suffered multiple gunshot holes and was most likely damaged beyond repair.

Zebras charged over the sides of the trenches and entered the firebase. “Fall back to position Alpha” the master sergeant yelled but as he did a zebra with an AK47 stabbed the master sergeant in the back with the bayonet attached to the end of the AK47.

The sergeant screamed in pain then fell to the ground, his blood soaked into the sand as the zebras flowed over the edges of the trenches and over his dead body. Ponies screamed out in fear as the retreated further into the firebase.

A group of ponies staged a small blockade in one of the trenches, two ponies had M16s, one had a shotgun and the last lay prone with the M60. As the zebras charged around the corners of the trenches the group fired upon the zebras relentlessly. Zebras screamed in horror as they were cut down by the merciless onslaught of lead.

Zebras turned back and tried to retreat the way they had come but other advancing zebras blocked there way and soon a pile of bodies began to formulate. “Yeah take that you zebra scum bags” screamed one of the pony soldiers.

Their small victory was short lived however as zebras flowed over the tops of their trench and landed beside them. The zebras began stabbing them mercilessly with their bayonets, attached to the ends of their rifles. The ponies screamed in horror and only the pony with the shotgun managed to fire off a single blast which caught a zebra in the chest and sent him flying but a zebra came up behind him and stabbed him in the back.

In another part of the firebase some ponies staged a front with a couple M60s and had ponies with M16s backing them up along with two snipers on the top of the trench who picked off zebras as they advanced. “Yeah that’s right you sons of bitches… wooh yeah come get some” screamed a mare as she fired off the M60 and cut down a group of zebras as they approached.

“Yeah we’re unstoppable” screamed the mare as she held the trigger back on the M60 and let out a torrent of lead rounds which ripped apart some zebras. Suddenly her cheers of victory turned into a dire gasp as a T-72 Russian battle tank crashed over the trenches and its main gun swiveled towards them.

“Oh shi” was all the mare managed before the old Russian battle tank fired a 125mm cannon shell that annihilated the group in smoldering pieces. The tank was followed by three others that tailed it as it continued through the base.

In the center of the firebase a sergeant was leading the remaining firebase members and was on the radio with the air force. “I need fire support right on top of us… don’t give me that bullshit about collateral damage just do it” the sergeant screamed. “Roger, fire support on Firebase Echo inbound, well make sure we don’t hit the center of the firebase, over” the radio pony on the other end said.

The sergeant let go of the radio and fired at some zebras that were ascending up the small hill that led to the small encampment where the remaining firebase soldiers had staged their final stand.

“FUCK YOU” the sergeant screamed and held the trigger back on his old M16A3 that he had kept ever since it had entered service with the Equestrian army. The 5.56mm rounds tore away at the zebras, they were so close that you could probably just step forwards and hoof fight with them.

The sergeant rolled behind the cover of sandbags as several zebras fired upon him with AK47s. The T-72 battle tanks entered the clearing of the fire base and their main tank guns began to home in on their position.

As all seemed lost the thundering roar of F-18 jets flew overhead as they bombarded the area with high explosives. The sound of the explosions was deafening. Dirt and debris fell upon the soldiers taking cover at the center of the firebase.

As the F-18s finished their bombing run the sergeant commanding the remaining soldiers peaked over the cover of the sandbags and sighed in relief. Though he couldn’t see past the smoke that now obscured his vision he was thankful in knowing that nothing could have survived that.

He motioned for the remaining soldiers to follow him. Of the firebase’s entire 205 soldiers and staff only 23 soldiers had survived the zebra’s massive assault. As the pony soldiers entered the smoky clearing they all sighed in relief. “Well mares and gentlecolts, I think you all earned an accommodation along with a well-deserved rest” the sergeant told the remaining survivors.

“I don’t think so” sneered a voice as a lone figure began to trot through the smoke. All the survivors raised their rifles at the figure as it stepped forwards. “Don’t move” ordered the sergeant “Get down on your knees and place you hooves on your head”. “Well which is it? Don’t move or get down on my knees?” the figure asked.

The sergeant snarled “You damn well know what”. The figure stepped forward slowly and revealed herself to be a zebra in heavy metal clad armour. “I said don’t fucking move” the sergeant yelled. The zebra slowly raised her hoof and scratched the back of her helmet like she was thinking about the possibilities.

“Well… since you’re outmatched I’ll give you one chance to surrender” the female zebra offered. The sergeant was taken aback by the offer. “Ahhahaha, are you stupid? We outnumber you like twenty to one, you don’t even have a gun” the sergeant laughed. “Last chance” the female zebra offered.

“Fuck you, stupid cunt” the sergeant said as he pulled out a pair of hoof cuffs and approached the zebra foolishly. As he went to slap the cuffs around her hooves she brought her right hoof up and across the throat of the sergeant. She had rigged the forearm of the suit with small razor sharp blades so that she could slash with her arms.

The razors cut open the sergeant’s throat and he gagged as blood spurted out from the gapping wounds in his throat. As the sergeant fell one of the corporals screamed. “SHOOT HER” and the remaining group members all fired their M16s at the zebra.

Unfortunately her armour was made of special titanium composites and the puny 5.56mm rounds bounced off her armour harmlessly. She cocked her shoulders forwards and as she did, two massive M134 miniguns rolled out the side of her suit. They were attached to a battle saddle incorporated into her armour.

The zebra tongued a switch in her metal helmet. The miniguns let out a high pitched whine as the barrels began to spin at rates of 6000rpm. Then without warning the iconic buzz of the M134 erupted and 7.62x51mm rounds spat out at the group and cut them to bloody pieces. The zebra swayed her shoulders left and right and made a wide arc with the Gatling gun’s spray of bullets. The ponies were all cut to pieces, muscle and flesh was torn from the bone as their bodies were annihilated. She released the button and the carnage stopped.

She stepped forwards and surveyed the area, she was most likely the only one alive on the firebase at the moment minus perhaps a few zebras that now retreated back into the forest. She walked over the sergeant whom she had brutally cut, who was still alive but just barely.

He gagged for air and blood bubbled from his cut open throat, she ripped open his combat jacket. She pulled out a knife and very slowly engraved Apache into his chest

Author's Notes:

A reader gave me this idea when we started talking to each other he says "Why not battle saddles or maybe something else" and when he said battle saddle I immediately thought twin Gatling guns and one mean ass bitch, so kudos to you Naesthebrony for the wonderful Idea, you probably made 'The Apache' who will most likely be the main antagonist for the remainder of the book. Oh this is sooo epic