The pony in question you were currently internally questioning about seemed like a regular pony on the exterior; light green coat, dark gray-mint green-dark green mane, tail that followed the same pattern, and green emerald eyes. You weren’t sure if that was her regular, actual coat and mane color, or she was asked to change them to not stand out like a sore thumb in the mostly green forest battlefield above your heads, in the surface. You also were asked to change your mostly violet mane to something more brownish, to your eternal chagrin. She also wore the regular French unifom; with the funny helmet you always thought it looked kinda weird, the maroon campaign uniform, ammo belts, and the Lebel Mle. 1886 M93 sniper rifle she was currently holding on her right side. All of that seemed quite common, and in fact, that was pretty much your current gear too, except for the rifle, since you were issued a regular MAS Mle. 1936 instead of the older WW1 Lebels, but that was because you were simply an ammunition carrier for a machine-gunner instead of a sharpshooter like her, but still.
What it stood out from her whole appearance, perhaps aside from the slightly weird combination of colors of her mane/tail and coat (Which you assumed she was forced to change her color, since pretty much everyone had to do that one way or another in the regiment), was her limbs… More specifically, she had hindpaws, which was something uncommon, but you have seen it before in some Abyssinian/Pony cat breeds, in fact, you once saw a unicorn cat pony, but moving on… What you found most interesting was the fact that she had forehooves… but they were… different… They had some awkward claws kind of thing protruding from them, which seemed to point forward, though you could’ve swear that you’ve saw them retracted once too.
You stared slightly at the claws, but then afterwards you looked at her again, and when you realized what was going on, now she had stopped and was looking at you, the rifle resting on her shoulder as she kept her green eyes fixed at you with a confused stare. “Um… C-can I help you?” She asked with timidity in her voice, as you seemed intent on just staring her, this time, you looked her cat-like nose that was on her snout instead of the regular nostrils. She was going to tell you something, but you seemed to reply right at the last moment and effectively interrupt her train of thoughts with a well-thought (Sarcasm intensifies): “I-ahem- dig you?”
That comment seemed to take her aback, which was proven by her blushing that crept in her fluffy green cheeks and the surprised look she gave to you. It took a minute or so for her to respond back, seemingly stunned of your response. “Um….. you… dig me?” She asked, uncertain and shyly, looking aside and managing to hide herself figuratively with her sniper rifle, placing it between you and her involuntarily. “Erm… t-thanks?” She said, looking around, this didn’t seem to be like one of those pranks other soldiers wanted to do on random ponies to see how they would react and record it.
To be fair, your sentence was just randomly spewed, but you couldn’t help but admit internally that you actually had a bit of feelings towards her… A.K.A you found her quite cute (Oh la la), despite her role in the military being basically ‘Shoot bad guys heads far over there with this big ass gun’. She blushed a bit more as you seemed to gather your nonexistent courage and say “Um… Yeh… You’re a down-to-earth mare…” without any prior thinking, just like the earlier sentence, though then again, 99% of what you said in your regular life was without any kind of prior meditation or thinking… this is probably why you were in the army as of now in a subterranean fortification line near the borders in the first place… Heck, the recruiter was surprised with your epic response.
She giggled lightly at your quote, which made you wonder what did you do wrong for the girl to laugh at your lame attempt to compliment her, but, unexpectedly, she just smiled. “I-is that a pick-up line made because I’m a mole pony?” she asked, raising one of her eyebrows as she shot a questioning glare towards you, one that despite everything still managed to look absurdly cute and shy.
You were now the one taken aback, as you simply stand in there with genuine confusion… ‘Mole pony?’ You thought internally, unsure what it was, but knowing that it was a new kind of species by the name. The confused look on your face seemed to be recognized by the mole pony in question as she looked at you with a understanding smile, she was definitely expecting you to not know what a mole pony was, even though the simple semantics of each word could’ve gave you an accurate enough description of what one of those were…. You weren’t quite the sharpest tool in the shed.
“Hehe… A mole pony is the product of a cross-breed between a mole-specie and a pony.” She said nonchalantly, like if it were completely casual. Having said that, you’ve seen draconies, bat ponies, wolf ponies, cat ponies, plane ponies, snake ponies, shark ponies, tree ponies, and even nuclear ponies… somehow… Go figure… “And, no, not an animal mole, but, like, a mole-related specie, like how diamond dogs are obviously related to dogs” she explained further, seemingly noticing your face and assuming it was an ‘I’m still confused’ expression.
“Oh… now that makes sense… well… glad to know you’re a cute mole pone” You said, again without prior thinking, the only thing in your mind was probably your rational and thoughtful self feeling annoyed that you’re not even paying the slightest attention to him. She blushed harder, and gave you a shy smile, as she idly fidgeted with her rifle in a nervous way. “Well… thank you…” she said, looking aside. Then, out of sudden, she looked back at you; now with a confident facial expression (That hid very well shyness and bashfulness, but you knew it was still present). She came closer to you, and out of sudden she took your ammo pouch’s belt and pulled from it with her clawed front hooves, leading you somewhere as she said at the same time “I-I guess we should kn-know eachother a bit better” with a singsongy tone, leading you to the currently empty barracks.
Words couldn’t express how embarrassed and confused you were of such action, as you were dragged behind the mole pony, one hoof holding her rifle and another one holding you and basically pulling you. Considering the circumstances, and the fact that you had feelings for this mole pone, you cooperated, walking with her. When you reached the barracks, she put her scoped rifle on one of the top bunks, then she decided to ‘gently nudge’ you in the lower bunk, and soon, she went herself in there too, sharing the same quite frankly small space with you. You barely had time to put your rifle away before you were suddenly sharing bed with the mole pone you’ve been attracted to quite a bit.
She looked at you, with a teasing smile, but then she dropped the façade and just giggled in a timid way, rolling her eyes “Sorry, I’m not used to being like that” she said, and then she gently brought you closer to her. “Those uniforms… So, do you want to tell me about you? Or would you like to tell more about myself? If it helps, I already knew you ‘dig me’ since a long time ago” She said, in a singsongy voice as she booped you with one of her claws and proceeded to gently pet you with them. The claws gently scratching your mane felt lovely to be honest, but you were more struck by something she just said.
“W-what…” You asked, the fact that she just said that she knew since before you looked at her fancy seemed to hit you like a battering ram. Your face suddenly became crimson red as you looked at her in a surprising way. At the very least she was petting you and making you feel calmer. “Hehe…” She giggled, then she proceeded to explain everything “I’ve seen how you stare at me, and you often like being around me, and the company officer told me you requested a change of barracks just to be next to me, so…” She said, giggling “That’s… kinda obvious”
“Oh… sorry” You said meekly, blushing and looking aside “Yeh… you’re very cute… and… nice…” You managed to blurt out, feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward overall, but she promptly shushed you and said “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize… You’re also quite cute for me too…” She said, hugging you closer. It was about this time that you registered she was a bit smaller than you, but you didn’t mind. You involuntarily took away her helmet and put it aside, revealing the fluffy pale green ears as you gently brushed her mane away from her lovely eyes while both cuddled eachother. “Heh, thanks, I forgot I had that on…” she said, looking adorkably at the brownish-green helmet “Those helmets look so weird… they don’t even combine with the uniform…” She added absentmindedly, returning her emerald gaze back to you. “I find those awkward too! I mean… what’s up with that thing on top anyways?” You said, trying to make conversation. She giggled at your attempt, and said “Hehe… you’re cuter than I first thought”. The comment made you blush a bit more, but she quickly returned back to the original topic “But yeah… They could’ve done something like the German helmet…. Those are trés chic. Or even the British one…”. You just listened to her, replying when appropriate, and feeling overall happy of being with this mole pony in the first place.
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I was kinda drunk, probably too much vodka bottles, then someone told me about combining moles and ponies, and I kinda channeled my inner Badumsquish and said, still under the influence of alcohol and maybe something else ‘Oh yeeeeeeaaaaaaah, that sounds nucking futs, let’s put this plaster man on mocha lotion… you’re right… I’m probably too home… I should go drunk’… Yes, I said that…. I’m not proud…
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Okno I don’t get drunk and I don’t drink alcohol (I hope ;-;), but in any case, I just had this weird thought of drawing a French WW2 soldier pony, and then decided to go with something related to the Maginot Line (Where they both are right now; you and your digger), and then while drawing I had the idea to make her a mole pony of sorts and searched for tons of reference images to do it. I’m not proud of that >.>’ 60% of the pics I download I really never see them.
But anywho, I hope you like this cute story and drawing, and sorry for the bad color scheme of the OC, I really suck at trying to figure out how OC colors should go, I mean, just look at my ponysonas xp.