“Bewegung! Macht schnell you Schwein!” Hurried a soldier, as she trotted towards the hangars, with a hint of haste in her young semblance, the uniform she wore seemed to identify her as a pilot of the West Equestria Air Force, known as the Luftwaffe, and the collar patches and epaulettes identified her as an Oberstleutnant in rank. The unicorn also seemed quite panicked, or at the very least, scared of arriving late. “SCHNELL!” She repeated, following her own orders herself and she ran right in front of the hangar’s entrances hurriedly, nudging someone who was closely behind her to quicken the pace

“Jawohl! Jawohl!“ The companion, an even younger earth pony, his collar patches pointing out that he was a Leutnant, ran right behind the unicorn, fearful but also irritated of the constant orders his sister gave him. “Gottverdammt, we’re going to look like some idiots!” He added, feeling that they both were going to look quite messy for the Oberstleutnant, like if they ran the entire airstrip with their flight suits… Well… that was technically what they were doing anyways “Stupid Engel, the fucking Scheiße decided to not even give us a ride, I swear I’m going to beat him with my own hooves!”

“Stop whining and just go, it’s your fault that we’re arriving late you Dumpkopf!” The unicorn replied harshly, jumping over some fuel barrels that were on the way, meanwhile the brother just dodged those, boring but practical “Stop insulting me! I have feelings too! And you were the one who insisted on staying late at night!” Retorted the earth pony, feeling both insulted that his sister was insulting him, and also because she dared to blame him for entirely forgetting they had to meet with the Oberstleutnant.

The unicorn, amidst her frantic movement, proceeded to respond her brother “I know! You’re supposed to be the one that helps me not make those stupid mistakes, not go along with them!”. The brother seemed to have reached his breaking point from that sentence alone, and was about to invoke a volley of insults and profanities and coarseness, but he was promptly silenced when he spotted the pony they were searching for exiting one of the hangars, right in front of them. The sister wasn’t so lucky to spot the officer on her right side before stopping abruptly, skidding on the ground and managing to hit face first into the hardened cement pavement when she lost balance. The brother of the two was luckier and managed to reduce his speed and momentum to not slip like her familiar just did, and ended up stopping in front of the officer.

“Mein Kommandant!” Said the earth pony with a certain energetic and excited tone, proceeding to stand motionless in front of him, with crystalline eyes looking right at the horizon, or at least, where it should be if the giant hangar wasn’t blocking it. He managed to salute, bringing his hoof to his forehead, but at the same time revealing how disheveled was his attire with the marathon both soldiers had just taken. Soon though, the sister incorporated herself and, after standing up and managing to fix her attire, stood right beside to her brother and also saluted in the same way towards the lieutenant coronel.

“Jaeger brothers, finally you’re here. I thought you would never arrive” The wing commander said, being unable to hold a snort as he saw the state both fighter pilots were. Thankfully, he wasn’t a commander that cared about such things as formality, only that they did their job well, and those brothers were among the best in their role. “Er…. Wolfgang Jaeger… Your peaked cap…” The officer said towards the male of the duo, pointing out his headgear was facing the wrong direction. “Entschuldigung mein Kommandant, I would’ve looked way more presentable if someone by the name of Kristel Jaeger wouldn’t have forced me to stay awake” He said, looking towards his sister, the latter basically shooting death glares at the former.

“You guys know you don’t have to go with the formalities; just call me Hellmann” The wing commander said, making a hoof gesture that indicated the not so dynamic duo had to go inside. They both followed their commander’s order and went inside the hangar, as he started to explain. “Yesterday we’ve got the last model of Me-163 aircraft, with notable changes in takeoff and landing procedures and gears, and with different fuel mixtures to avoid any more explosive incidents… there’s also other changes, written on these papers” He said, his exposition being punctuated as he gave one of the brothers, the female one, a paperboard. She read it carefully, although seemingly more focused on not letting his peeking brother take a look at what those papers pointed out. “Both will be piloting our first two units of the Me-163E, Wolfgang Jaeger will be first, then afterwards will be Kristel” He said, nudging Kristel to go along with him as they both left Wolfgang on the Hangar, also taking the paperboard from Kristel’s hooves and giving it to Wolfgang

“Wolfgang’s aircraft is ready, Kristel’s aircraft is currently being refueled and will be ready shortly” He said nonchalantly, signaling the male pilot to stay on the hangar, who indicated his understanding with a head nod and proceeded to read the specifications and upgrades from the earlier models “Get acquainted with your aircraft. It’s…” He stops to look at his watch “Six hundred hours, you’ll be flying at seven hundred forty hours, when the current Jagdkorps in the air lands, so you have a clear sky” He stated, smiling at him, Wolfgang just smiled and saluted sharply “Verstanden mein Kommandant!” He yelled out loud, seemingly not intent on leaving the formalities aside. Kristel giggled in the background as both exited the hangar through the small door next to the big one, closing it behind them.

And so, there he was, the Leutnant, all alone inside the dim hangar. He couldn’t see the aircraft that he was going to fly anywhere, although the low visibility inside the reinforced concrete structure didn’t let him see correctly his surroundings, so he just started walking around at a slow pace, at the same time reading the papers left by the Oberstleutnant Hellman. “So… there’s a change in the usage of hypergolic fuels… A safer take off/landing mechanism… The addition of two extra Mk-108 on the wings, being a total of 4 30mm guns… A sophisticated A.I… The addition of a drogue ch-“ He stopped talking when he suddenly bumped with something… soft? And fluffy? He looked upwards, to suddenly realize there was a big… no… gigantic… well… maybe big was the correct word, yeah, a big pony right in front of him. He felt a sudden surprise and fear, as the big pony started to wake up from their slumber, seemingly being perturbed from their state of relaxation by the bump that the pilot Wolfgang just did to one of their hooves.

And it was also about this time where the young yet experienced Wolfgang Jaeger also realized that this giant monster pony who was inside the hangar was his aircraft all along, since the page he was about to read (Before bonking their hoof) illustrated a schematic drawing of the aircraft, pinpointing that it was a plane pony. “Mein Gott” He said in a surprised manner, as the aircraft pony towered over him, dwarfing his tiny figure quite literally. He’s been acquainted to flying aircraft that are obviously bigger than him, but a plane pony was a new discovery for him. He saw how the plane pony yawned, opening their mouth wide, and for the first time in a long time he felt fear…. Fear for this strange creature that could finish him in so many different ways…

The plane pony rose to her full height, and then he looked down at the one that dared to interrupt her sleep. The darkness that covered the vast majority of her physical characteristics made the ambient way more ominous as she kneeled to inspect the little ant that bumped her. Wolfgang took a few steps back in terror, dropping the paperboard involuntarily, making a ‘Clink’ noise as it hit the hard cement.

And then…

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE MY NEW PILOT?!” The plane pony said, suddenly popping out from the darkness and into the limited light that the ceiling lightbulbs provided, and, in an instant, she managed to scoop the officer pilot into her grasp, ensnaring him. The lieutenant, not expecting the fastness of this giant pony, kicked and fought in desperation, saying something like “NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!”. But, anticlimactically, he was gently pressed to a soft and fluffy surface, being sandwiched between velvety fur and velvety fur. “You’re so adorableeeeee! I’m gonna keep you and name you Hans!” The Komet said, hugging the poor pilot tighter every second it passed, as the mini propeller on her nose spun wildly, a clear indication of her current happiness and excitement.

“What the” The pilot said, at this rate feeling calmer and at the very least knowing this giant pony wasn’t going to eat him or squish him or blast him away to smithereens with 30mm shells. “Who are you?” He said, confused. The plane pony just smiled wider, revealing a little cute fang, and added “I’m your aircraft, you silly! I’m Komet-1A, nice to meet you!” She said, squeezing the pilot harder as she seemed to fall in love with the cuteness of the smol micro. It was at about this point that Wolfgang realized he didn’t need to be afraid… except maybe from the privation of oxygen by being sunk in a sea of fluffiness. It… actually felt kinda really nice. “I’ll be so happy and glad to hang with you and fly with you and be with you! You’re so cuteeeeee!”, that comment somehow made the experienced fighter pilot blush heavily and stutter “Um… t-t-thanks… Y-you’re too… U-um… w-when you’re going to… ahem… f-free me?” He asked, in an uncertain and confused tone. While he was really enjoying this turn of events, he didn’t want to get Hellmann pissed off for getting late for the test flight.

“Just some little minutes more” The plane pony said cutely, as she cuddled and snuggled with the uniformed pilot on her grasp, basically using him as an impromptu teddy bear or plushie of sorts as she just nuzzled and licked the micro in feline affectionate gestures. Deep down, the pilot wondered how her sister was going with the other Komet she was going to pilot after him.


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I made this drawing principally because I had a joke going on with Starlight Sword about making something that’s actually dangerous very adorable and cute and like if you want to just snuggle with forever and never leave them. And, since we were discussing about the Messerschmitt Me-163 Komet rocket interceptor at the same time, I decided to make this drawing of such dangerous plane. (In my story he’s not that dangerous, if anything, he’s just as cute and friendly and safe as any other plane pony, but in real life the Komet rocket interceptor was quite nasty. Very explodey and perfectly capable of dissolving people with the hypergolic fuels (T-stoff (hydrogen peroxide and methanol) as oxidizer and C-stoff (methyl hydrazine and potassium permanganate) as reductant.) ||Thanks TVTropes||. It doesn’t help that I actually find the real life aircraft surprisingly cute (Compare it to a Bf-109G, the smolness and such chubby shape of sorts kinda makes me D’aaaawwww when looking at it >.>)

The Luftwaffe in this story is completely fictional, like, not Nazi related at all, they’re even working for Equestria xp, I’m aware that I drew the Nazi roundel, but I made this story way after the drawing (And I have an affinity for trying to stick with historic details like those when I’m drawing). So I would prefer if no one decides to downvote my art or lash angrily at me for posting ‘Nazi stuff’ or ‘Promoting nazism’ >.>’

Oh, and yes, I had to make her absurdly adorable, extremely very much so fluffy (Just like anything I draw :v) and with that camouflage pattern I saw once on a pic that I can’t quite remember where I got it from. Still, I hope you guys like it, the background is a lame attempt at drawing an airfield/airport hangar. ||And the date of the drawing indicates how serious my procrastination illness is :v. I made that in February 2022 and I’m making the story and posting it in August 2022, almost starting September. Go FliegerFaust!||