We All Go To Hell

Gerard was trotting gracefully down one of Ponyville's many gravel roads. He was trying to locate the same pink mare who had picked him up two days ago. She said she was planning a welcome party, but she never did tell him where. It seemed she was always on the move. He passed a very large oak tree that was made into a home. Fancy that, he mused. When he reached the end of the street, he stood at the top of a hill, giving him a perfect survey of at least forty-five acres of nothing but apple orchards. It was beautiful. He caught a glimpse of red stallion from afar. He instantly recognised him as Big Macintosh. So that's where he lives.

There was a sudden silence, and he felt like something was watching him, creeping up slowly, like predator to prey. He went icy and began sweating. He whipped around and saw there was nothing there. Not a soul in sight. Just as he was content he was alone, he felt a hot breath down his neck. His eyes and face melted into a sour frown. "Good one, Pinkie," he said, turning around quickly. When he did though, his eyes grew wide in surprise, as did those of the mare in question.

He was shocked at not just how close they were, but what was going on between them. He realised that their lips were locked. Pinkie's surprise slowly faded, along with his. He wrapped his forelegs around her as they both melted into the glorious first act of love between them.

When he broke the kiss, he was speechless and stuttering. "Pinkie-- I, uh.. I.."

She put a hoof on his lips. "Shh... Don't speak. It's all right. After the party, meet me upstairs in the bakery. I wanna talk to you."

He slowly nodded. "Sure."

She turned back the other direction and held out a hoof. "Come on. You've got a party in your honour that you need to attend."

Gerard grabbed her hoof and followed her through the sunset-lit pathways to a large club with pounding music blaring all the way through the wall. He listened closely. Wait a minute, he thought, that's my song! He and Pinkie rushed toward the long line, where a gruff bouncer was keeping the queue in check. "It's okay, Davenport, he's the colt of the hour."

Davenport stepped aside and allowed the two in.

Gerard listened closely to the music being played. The song just started, I've got five seconds to get my ass up there and sing!

With that, Gerard galloped up to the stage to complete the four-piece band performing. He began singing to his heart's content, letting his strong voice carry through the entire club. When they finished the piece, Rainbow Dash added a twinge of her strings at the very end.

The crowd began roaring! They loved it! Gerard thought. The ponies sitting at tables were clapping their hooves, and the ones on the dance floor were jumping up and down and screaming and whistling. Gerard felt like he was at another concert.

And he felt so far from home.

"Thank you," he spoke into the microphone. He cleared his throat as the cheering died down. "My name is Gerard Way. I'd just like to thank the one pony here for without whom, I probably would still be on the road where she had found me.

"Now, I know I've only been here for two days, but already I've seen the finest display of hospitality so far. I'm not exactly sure how I got here, or why I'm here, in Equestria, but I sincerely hope it was because I have something better here than back home.

"When Pinkie Pie had found me on the side of the road going into town, I was huddled up a ball, crippled and unable to move for the pain I was experiencing. I thought it would never end. In fact, it was so bad that the night she found me was a blur of pain and emotion. I'm just thankful that Pinkie, of all ponies, found me. She seems to understand me, and I am thankful to whoever is out there watching over us that I found her.

"I'm also thankful that it was this town that she lived in."

The crowd began cheering, and Gerard jumped off of the stage and out into the group of dancing ponies as the disc jockey came back on-stage and started up a beat. Gerard began dancing his heart out, moving his body along with the rhythm. His heart was pumping and beads of sweat made their way down his face. When the song ended, he and the rest of the rabid party-animals screamed their hearts out and begged for more. The DJ obliged, and the night drew on.