Brandis, Germany. February 13th, 1945.

The winter of 1944-45 wasn't too great for Germany. The Ardennes Counteroffensive had failed spectacularly, the Red Army was rampaging its way closer to Berlin, and their air superiority was only a myth. For Luftwaffe pilot Kurt Paulus, only the later really mattered at all. On this cold February day, he sat on the runway in the cockpit of a unique aircraft: Messerschmitt Me 163 "Komets", rocket propelled interceptors operated by Jagdgeswader 400. Several miles away were their targets: a flight of twenty or so B-17 Flying Fortresses. There were three sitting on the runway, with Kurt in the number three aircraft. He was relatively new to this whole "Flying a volatile rocket into combat" thing. He joined the squadron after only a year of flying Bf 109's against Allied bomber formations. Now, he sat in a Komet, waiting for the order to take off. Three ship missions were a rarity since the plant producing fuel for them was bombed back in September.

The aircraft itself had a stumpy, almost egg shaped fuselage with two enormous swept wings allowing it to glide with ease. Other than a rudder there was no tail, a trade mark of its designer Alexander Lippisch. It was painted in an acceptable camouflage for the winter: A light gray fuselage with dark green wings. Green and brown molted spots also adorned the upper portion of the fuselage. He decided at some point a few weeks ago to be a bit ballsy and paint a dark red stripe along the fuselage to distinguish himself. It really didn't matter too much, the Komet was small and nothing was faster. If it weren't for the fact they were incredibly vulnerable after running out of fuel, he would consider it one of the best aircraft he ever had the chance to fly in his relatively short career.

That, and its tendency to explode with no warning.

Ich wünsche diese verdammten Bomber beeilen, He thought, Dieser Anzug ist schwerer!

Finally, the controller's voice crackled over his radio, "Torpedo!" Immediately, the first pilot started his aircraft's rocket motor and it shot down the runway. He was soon followed by the second pilot. Finally, it was his turn.

As the aircraft leapt off the runway, Kurt released the landing dolly.

"The Bombers are approaching from vector two-eight-seven." The tower reported. The aircraft responded accordingly.

"This is One. affirmative."

"This is two. affirmative." There then came a long pause.

"Number three, Are you there?" Kurt jumped. "…Heheh, entschuldigung. This is Three. affirmative."

Once he reached 400 miles an hour, he pulled back on the stick, sending the tiny aircraft shooting into the sky. The rest of the flight was mostly in silence, though Kurt was certain the other two pilots were glaring at him. Soon, he reached 30,000 feet and began to level off. Except there was a problem.

It wouldn't respond.

"Komm, du arbeitest verdammte ding!" Kurt shoved the stick as far as he could forward, but the aircraft's nose continued to rise. Then without warning, the aircraft began to flip end over end.

"Scheiße!" was all he could scream before he began to black out. As one last attempt to save himself, he cut the engine to try and regain control, then everything went black.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

When Kurt awoke, he found his aircraft was diving for the ground. Still above cloud cover, he fired up the engine and leveled out. Checking his Komet's clock, he found he still had enough time to try and find the bombers before he ran out of fuel. He returned to his original heading and began his search. After flying for a few minutes with no luck, his aircraft finally ran out of fuel.

Was die... Wo ist alles? he wondered. He had bigger things on his mind, though. Like whether or not he had the momentum to glide back to base. After turning, he radioed the tower.

"Brandis, Three. Which way are you?" his only reply was static. "Brandis, This is Three. I need a vector." Again, nothing. He tried the other pilots.

"One, Two, this is Three. Where are you?" As you would figure, all he got was silence.

Scheiße! dies ist nicht gut. Überhaupt nicht gut! His Komet continued its silent decent, slowly approaching the clouds. The only sounds were the aircraft's clock ticking away and wind against the plane's fuselage.

Mal sehen, mein Radio tot ist, habe ich keinen Brennstoff, und ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin. Dies kann nur gut enden… he thought. As he passed through the clouds, something truly bizarre caught his eye off the starboard wing. Standing on, that's right, ON the cloud were two horses. What's more they both had wings. One had a dark grey coat and an icy blue mane, while the other one had a white coat with a pink and green mane. The two horses-

Pegasuses! Das ist, was sie genannt werden, Pegasuses! The two Pegasai stared back at him as he passed bellow the clouds. With the clouds behind him, Kurt could now look for some sort of land mark.

"Mein Gott…" bellow him, just to his left was an enormous castle built into the side of a mountain.

Ich bin nicht mehr in Deutschland… He stared at it as long as he could before realizing he let the nose drop too much. Yanking back on the stick, he spotted a small town in the distance. Just behind it was a large forest. His best bet was to land near the town while trying to avoid careening into the trees on the edge of it. He brought his Komet closer to the ground, deploying landing flaps and extending the landing skid. With a crunch, the skid dug into the ground. The plane returned to the air for a moment before hitting the ground with another crunch.

"Arg, Scheiße!" Kurt slammed on the rudder pedal to avoid one of the few out-lying building. The Komet's left wing dug into the ground as the plane rumbled to a stop behind the house. The pilot let out a sigh of relief.

Nun, um herauszufinden, wo…ich… as he turned to his left, he noticed a horse staring at him from the back of the house, this one light gray with a blonde mane. Well, trying to stare at him. One of its eyes was pointed towards the sky, while the other one seemed more interested in the horse's nose. After checking himself to see if any T-stoff, the aircraft's volatile fuel, leaked on him, he opened the cockpit and approached the horse.

Es ist nur ein Pferd. Was ist das Schlimmste, was passieren könnte? Famous last words.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

All across Ponyville, citizens stopped to stare at a small, glistening object silently gliding through the sky. No one had seen anything like it before! The object continued its decent before disappearing behind some buildings. Moments later there was a loud bang. One concerned pony, a lavender unicorn, asked her assistant to send a letter to her mentor, the very ruler of the land.

Alright, I know I have two other fanfics I should be working on, but I decided to go Balls-out and start a third, in the middle of the school year, no less.

Now, you guys here at Fanfiction will be the "test audience" for FimFiction. It's almost ready there, I just what to see how people handle the first chapter, so review to your heart's content!

Also I've learned that Google translate isn't that reliable. Some parts didn't work no matter what i've tried. Hopefully you can understand what he's trying to say. One problem is entschuldigung which should be "Sorry."