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Amethyst’s Christmas Tales 2024

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Crushing Celebrations

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Falco_1701

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Darien flared out his wings, chasing after the macro Azure Bliss as the blue pony mare charged after him, horn rising proudly from the centre of her forehead. Her green mane and tail flicked in the breeze as they took turns being in the lead, even if the griffon was not entirely sure where the mare was taking him. The crispness of winter hung in the air, though it was a strange way for them to celebrate even though the griffon thought he’d got to grips a little more with pony traditions. He’d thought they celebrated Hearth’s Warming Eve with feasts and gifts around decorations and roaring fireplaces – not out in the open to take down a Changeling military airfield.

“Come on!”

Azure Bliss laughed as she leapt ahead of him once again, kicking up her hooves as Darien clicked his beak and chased after her. There was no need for him to take to the air when his mare companion of the late afternoon, into early evening, was bound to the ground, though the lack of wings never seemed to bother the unicorn.

The pony leapt ahead, tossing her mane as she eyed up the airfield, the hangars and landing strip catching her attention. It was deserted, for they had already run off the Changelings in the last offensive, but it was time to ensure no one would ever be able to return to it.

“Let’s party!”

Azure laughed recklessly, eyes half-closed. Darien flinched. The mare seemed almost crazed in that moment, though her rough leap forward, crashing down on to one of the hangars, came with a crunch and creak of strained metal. Her macro size and weight, however, was far too much for the framework as she stomped through it, raising her hooves high and bringing them down heavily to smash all the way through.

The griffon, however, could see the appeal. It was a celebration of a kind, where they got to let off some steam. The war had taken a heavy toll on pony-kind and even those who were soldiers, like Darien and Azure Bliss, faced horrors the likes of which most would never see in their lifetimes. That was a good thing, for those who avoided such terrors. He’d never have wanted anyone to see the worst of what the Changeling armies were capable of.

His stomach boiled, heat roiling and churning within him. Anger seethed, licking at the inside of his ribcage. Had all that fury really been inside him?

The griffon didn’t think as he snatched up a plane. The light aircraft was easily small enough for him to curl his claw around it, though it still had guns mounted to it. It was new and didn’t even look like it had taken flight, but that wasn’t going to stop the griffon as he hurled it into the air.

“Arrggghhh!”

His body ached to do more, barely even pausing to watch the plane sail through the air and crash down in a splinter of buckled metal. He had to do more, to move his body, to give some meaning to the contracted muscles that had not seen true use in so long.

Heavy artillery and the use of weapons had vastly improved during the war, though there was still nothing like using his claws and beak to rip and tear. He heaved himself over one of the buildings, which may have been offices and meeting rooms for generals in the Changeling army. The griffon didn’t care to see what it contained.

All he wanted to do was sink his beak into it, snarling as he clamped it shut on a corner of the rippled roof and tore viciously. The metal didn’t slice through, for his beak was not quite that sharp, but he could wrench it away in a squealing peel of metal coming away from metal. Bolts and rivets popped free, but Darien did not take note of that smaller rain of metal.

He was just there to destroy, wrecking the place as Azure Bliss goaded him on.

“Yeah, that’s right,” the other soldier encouraged him, storming over the aircraft and seeking the heaviest one she could, slow and loaded with big guns on either side. “Get it all out! We don’t want any Changelings coming back to use any of this.”

That was the practical side of it, of course, but trashing the entire airfield was something Azure simply wanted to do. The pony growled in the back of her throat as she stomped over the landing strip, pummelling her hooves down into it so the tarmac cracked and splintered out from her hooves.

“Yessss…”

She hissed through her teeth as she let the weight of the war and everything they’d seen so far slip from her. It would only last a time, but the mare still knew she was doing something great in service of the war, that she was doing it all for Equestria. And it wasn’t as if they could simply sit there and wait for the Changelings to take over: fighting back to defend their home was really the very least they could do.

But she had to shake it off too, leaving huge craters in the wake of her hooves. Lunging into the air, she flung her front hooves forward and came down with a savage back kick, launching her hooves into another aircraft. She didn’t care what it was, only that it was large enough to span the distance between her back hooves, Changeling symbols painted in green on the side of the plane.

It smashed against her hooves, the metal resisting for a moment as she kicked straight through it, shattering the left ring and sending it spinning, turning over and over, out of control. She leapt for the next plane, smashing a hoof down through the roof of the cockpit, crushing sparking electrics and caring not for the waste she left behind. It would all be scrap metal by the time Azure was done with it.

She admired the griffon’s attack, his technique. She didn’t have the teeth to savage at the buildings like that, though he worked viciously at peeling the roof from the building, revealing meeting rooms and storage and more. They’d already gleaned all the Changeling intelligence they could from the airfield, so no one was at all concerned about destroying evidence or something they could use. No pony wanted to repurpose the Changeling aircraft, even though they could, somewhat, be useful in the war.

Once one had seen them firing at their kind, they didn’t want to see them firing for either. So, the aircraft had to go, along with every reminder that the Changelings had ever held any sort of power in the war.

They could turn the tide against the Changelings, if only they fought hard enough, were smart enough, used their intelligence well enough.

Darien snarled and launched himself over the building, coming down on it with his back legs. He smashed through to the first and then the ground floors, though he stumbled through the rubble as he dug and clawed his way through. It seemed most of the building had a metal framework, but there were some hastily thrown together rooms made from timber that crunched and splintered nicely under his feet.

It was satisfying, in a way, to see it fall like that. He leapt off the building, taking on the hangar next, where most of the aircraft were stored. The ones outside must have been left by Changelings caught off-guard or even trying to flee.

The metal hangar screamed as he tore at it, gripping with his beak to tear at the roof, peeling away sections to get inside. His clawed front foot dug into the wall and it crunched under his weight as he climbed off. That time, however, he was interested in the planes.

The ground rumbled under their joint macro destruction and, to be fair, the griffon felt some measure of relief with using his body. Using machines guns and other heavy artillery, even directing them from the air, didn’t allow him to really participate in a physical, visceral demonstration of his physical prowess and fighting skills as the griffon may have liked.

It was different, like that. He keened out shrilly, making Azure laugh, though the mare had her own agenda.

“Let me help you…”

Never again would those aircraft take flight and her eyes narrowed as she tackled the other end of the hangar. His claws were better at digging out the planes from the hangar and he tossed them to her as the mare bucked and kicked. Sometimes her hooves made contact with the planes, smashing through as metal buckled and wrenched from the fittings as if they were made of nothing more than paper. There was little that could honestly stand up to the might of a macro pony, after all, on a due rampage. Of course, that depended on the opinion of one on the war – though destruction without casualties was truly a grey area.

Azure laughed as she missed a plane, though it would be taken care of later. Crushing the guns under her hooves would be a pleasure, though there was one larger bomber in there too with an impressive wingspan. Well, for a Changeling aircraft, that was. She had her own opinions on the manner of equipment used in the war.

They’d even painted the wings of that one to look like their bug-like, Changeling wings. She shuddered, the revulsion innate by that point. Long ago, she’d tried to think the best of the Changelings, but they could only do so much. Clearly so, with how the Changelings had turned on them, seeing only savagery and what they could gain from pony-kind.

Darien finally took heed of the bomber, picking it up between his clawed front feet and, slowly, crushing it in. His shoulders trembled obviously with the sheer effort it took for him to break it, using muscles that weren’t really used to “pushing in” towards the front of his body. The griffon grunted and strained as the bomber gave him, the scream of crunching metal straining through the air.

But it fuelled him to do more, huffing and panting, smashing through the hangar. There were more planes to destroy and he tossed a couple up to Azure Bliss, though it was about him and his rage.

The pony stomped over the planes, leaping and cavorting, though she took obscene pleasure in smashing every bit of them into the ground. Trampling the metal so it bent and buckled, the aircraft beyond all recognition, she kicked the mounted guns away, some with ammo still loaded. It wouldn’t be needed anymore and the ponies, frankly, had much better.

As Azure bucked and sent a panel of an aircraft sailing into the sky, the hour growing later, into twilight, around them, she laughed. Her cry echoed strangely across the desolate airfield, though the griffon and the pony had all they needed to release energy they could not contain.

All while Darien smashed into the planes, stomping and shattering, kicking through the hangar wall as it swayed and creaked, the structural beams bent. It didn’t need to hold up any longer as he swung through it, using his back legs to stomp the walls down, tearing at the supports until it all rumbled down.

Whatever aircraft remaining were buried in there, leaving him to either take heed of the ones on the landing strip, the couple that were left, or the big office-like building, formed with concrete blocks. Azure Bliss turned to him with a smirk on her lips, however, raising her tail for him to show off what lay under there. That was just about enough to distract Darien’s attention, his flanks heaving with every snatched breath, yet his eyes remained wide.

“Come on, griffon,” she teased. “There’s more still to come… Or don’t you want to take things a little further here?”

He stepped forward, heart pounding, his beak parting in a smirk that matched hers, even if he couldn’t make the shape with his beak.

“I think… I think that would be good.”

There were more ways than one, after all, to let loose – and Azure Bliss clearly had a few more tricks up her figurative sleeve to get Darien to relax.