Feely feels for feelings

>you are pilot
>your plane pony, Blitzkreig is your closest friend
>you share all your secrets with eachother
>always there for eachother
>in the field after she was shot down, you operated on her damaged fuel
pump before you even thought about tending to your own injuries
>you uses another engine from a car to keep her fluid flowing while you soldered her valves shut
>you were bleeding out the entire time
>Blitzkreig and you stayed together for years even after you retired from the airforce
>gradually, oil reserves dwindled and the production of fossil fuels was banned
>Blitzkreig and many other planes slowly were given less and less gasoline
>they all started starving
>corrective surgery would allow planes to move to alternative power source
>none survived the process
>Blitzkreig was the very last plane pony
>as the final barrels of oil were delivered to your home environmentalists gathered around cheering for the official switch to safe power
>none of them recognized the plane ponies as living
>none of them understood
>you were 45 and nursing Blitzkreig with the last barrel
>the crowds around your house were huge
>they chanted in her final moments
Shut it off! Shut it off! Shut it off!
>in her final moment she held you close
>you were crushed by this
>it was her final moments and all you could hear was cheering
>just before she dies she tells you that nothing ever dies, it just moves on
>after she passes you walk out of your house, tears streaming down your face
>the cheering seems to explode, becoming nearly deafening
>why couldnt they just leave you alone
>you knew this would happen eventually
>but you never thought that it would end like this, in a roar of applause
>the new alternatively powered ponies were different
>they were robotic
>soulless
>something inside you snapped as you dropped to your knees in unimaginable despair as thousands cheered
>Reoprters come up and ask you on your opinion about the era of fossil fuels being over
>say nothing and walk back in
>because you were prior military you were exempt from any gun control laws
>walk into your closet
>open safe
>retrieve your minigun
>put 10k rounds into it
>put on kevlar armor
>they made your life miserable
>constantly attacking you for keeping Blitzkreig
>they didn't understand the relationships that could develope between a pilot and his craft
>she was your plane, you were her pilot
>they made her final moments misery
>you would do the same to them
>You kick open the door and fire
>walk out and begin mowing down the crowd
>the police watch, and do nothing, they were all prior military, they knew, they knew about the friendship you had, that they had had
>very few of the crowd makes it away from you
>you look out over your revenge exacted
>you can't live without Blitzkreig
>you point the minigun upwards, the spinning barrel brushes against your chin
>you fire
>you wake up in your house
>Blitzkreig is there with you the crowds are gone
>you check your oil stockpile
>its full
>she says she didnt approve of what you did, but she understands
>hug her, she returns the embrace, her giant steel forelegs holding you to her chest
>you had all the time in the world now...