Well I "think" people want another one as long as it isnt screwed up or anything.I usually dont like superpowers becuase it reminds me of me.
Anyway on with the random plot!.

Equestrian airspace:Captain "Striker".

Flames,burning...smoke...beeping...long heavy beeping from the cockpit alarms. Not a missle alert but a alert that I was fucked,trapped in a burning plane.
The only thing left to do was to report my position and hope for backup,this wasnt Afganistant but I had a slight idea where I was.
"Super Cobra 1,requesting MEDVAC".I reported in heavy sweaty breaths.
"Super Cobra 1,you are off rader...advise positon report".High command replied back quickly,most likely wondering where the hell I was.
"Uhh...Echo-Quebec-Tango".

"What!".
"Echo-Quebec-Tango".
"1-1 you are...this is the joint chiefs of staff,Super Cobra 1...is your position really Echo-Quebec-Tango".
"Yes,I am bailing out in a minutes...advise situation over?".
"Plant radio beacons,friendly task force enroute to secure nation,your task is to plant beacons so our bombers can get through".

That was the last I heard of the USAF before the radio blew up,my seat felt hot. "SHIT IM ON FIRE"I screamed feeling the flames engulf me.
"Warning,warning warning...warning...w.a.r..n.i...ning"The cockpit flashed red one more time before I collasped into the black gulf...
I felt the F15 lurch downwards.

25mins later.

"Oi,American...get the fuck up".A Russian voice echoed in my head,the heavy and thick accent was enough to wake me up.
"GET THE FUCK UP!".The voice screamed.

I woke up in a mudfield,the remains of the F15 was scattered everywhere,the wings had blown apart on impact and the front part was missing.
I looked up to see a large bear of a man,he looked and sounded Russian with the insignia of the Russian airforce. What the hell are the Russians doing here?I didnt know they used portals or anything?.

"Whats a Russian doing here?".I asked,trying to find a answer.
"Not just Russians old chap".A englishman with a posh accent appeared behind the airforce pilot,he was coated in the RAF way of life.
"Yes...now we have a American to boot".The Russian chuckled,his sense of humor felt like tap dancing on a minefield.
I felt scattered and weird.
"So how did we all end of here?".I questioned before getting up and having a look around.
"Well old boy,I was shot down in Afganistan only a few months ago,and our Russian friend here was also sent here with his entire fighter squadron".The englishman explained.

"So...who the hell are you lot..and what is this place?".
"My name is Mikhail".The Russian spoke first,grinning.
"Im called Roger".The englishman followed.
"And this is EQUESTRIA!".They both shouted,the force of thier voices knocking me back slightly.

Equestria huh?...sounds familier...I swear my daughter watches something about a place called Equestria.
"So this...Equestria...its population?".I asked again,wanting to know who or what populated this place.

"Me".A...talking pony said with a orange coat and a southern American accent.
"WHAT THE FUCK?".

USA Joint chiefs of staff.

The nulcear bunker designed to hold four times as many people was sparsely populated by the most powerful figures in the worlds current supower.
The men sat down,flanked by a table with a massive picture of the world.
"Gentleman,I suppose you will be wondering why this meeting has been so hurridly arranged".One of the figures spoke before getting up and signaling one of his men to start a slideslow from a nearby projecter.
"This is...Echo-Quebec-Tango,otherwise known as Equestria". A picture of a F15 with a super cobra symbol on it showed.
"A few hours ago,a Captain "Striker" was shot down over afganistan by a Taliban surface to air missle,we thought him dead until he radioed back that he was in Equestria".

"We have known about this place for a long time,it has enough oil in to power the USA for thousands of years,the problem was that we cant get to it...until now".

A picutre of a golden eagle was shown followed by a name.
"This operation will be called "Downfall",our objective gentlemen is to wipe out the population of Equestria with a massive bombing run,followed by escort fighters,we will then land tanks and troops for a ground assualt,any other questions will be answered shortly.
As of now,"Striker" is planting radio beacons for us,so we can get to Equestria without any problems.
Unless there is any trouble...gentlemen,as of now Operation Downfall begins".