The soldiers of the 141 have seen strange things, but none stranger than talking pastel ponies with wings and/or horns, or neither. To make a strange matter stranger more, they found themselves taking form of these 'ponies' as well, and usually having to rely on their call signs to fit in with the 'local population', or having to come up with a new name when theirs didn't exactly 'fit'. Only one among the few knows where they are and understands what everything is, but isn't too ecstatic about admitting it, reluctantly, he acts as the 141's guide through the land of Equestria anyway.
Prologue: Flashed
Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at a crossover fiction and I guess it counts as taking three birds with one stone for the Acceptance fics and you'll see why later on. So here we are with the insanely short prologue. I'll have the real first chapter up shortly, promise.
Thanks for Reading, Fly High Aim Higher
~Spitfire out
"Archer! Get back!" Toad yelled, but it was too late, a flash bang rolled to a stop right under him and exploded.
Archer yelled as his ears rang and he was blinded by the flash. Flash bangs, the number one way to take Archer out of the fight, his one and only phobia and overly sensitive ears both playing a part in that. The phobia was scotomaphobia: the fear of being blind or having hindered or impaired sight. He might have been monochromatic as far as color blindness went but it didn't serve to make the situation any better, if anything it was worse. The sensitivity of his ears meant that he'd be deafened longer and the fact that he was standing right on top of the flash bang when it exploded meant that it was as bright as it was going to get. If Archer opened his eyes, any light would be too bright for him at this point and his eyes would be damaged, if he kept them closed he'd be fine but there was no telling how long it would take.
Toad grabbed Archer by the collar and pulled him back into an alcove as enemy fire ripped through the room. The fire stopped and the Russians were coming in to search the room. Toad had to keep Archer quiet and still if they were going to get by unnoticed. Toad pulled Archer back where their teammates couldn't see them and pressed his lips to Archer's, the contact having a calming effect over the elder sniper as he stilled and quieted.
There was yelling in Russian, the sound of rushed footsteps and panic, then silence. A blinding flash tore through the dark room, swallowing the members of the 141. It was gone as soon as it had appeared, along with the soldiers that had been hiding throughout the room.
When they woke up, they were expecting anything but what they saw.