A Second Chance

by DullDragon2070

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Adventure, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Sad, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike
Length: 31004

Godzilla's body begins to melt down, but instead of dying, the King of Monsters suddenly finds himself in Equestria... as a pony.

For most of his life, Godzilla has been feared, hated, and alone. There was hardly ever a time where the kaiju knew of peace. And now, with his son dead, his body melting, and death stalking closer by the second, it would seem he never would.

But fate has a different plan for the King of Monsters.

Thanks to the help from an unexpected source, Godzilla awakens to find himself alive, his body changed, and that he is in a strange new land... full of talking ponies. It looks peaceful enough, but soon, the kaiju learns that finding contentment here may not be that easy.

On the upside, he won't be alone.

Proofread (Chapter 4 and up) by: HydraLightning

Cover art by Shrekzilla

Published 2015-01-31 17:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-06 04:14:11 UTC

Chapter 1: Departer and Arrival

Tokyo, Japan's capital, and the world's most populous metropolis. A city that offered limitless choices in shopping, dining, entertainment and culture for locals and tourists. Tonight, however, it was a battlefield. Specifically, there was a brutal battle taking place, among the remains of Haneda Airport, between two colossal titans, known as Kaiju.

One was a monster that Japan's inhabitants were all too familiar with. A living mountain of flesh and bone that stood over 100 meters tall. In this case, it was more like a volcano, given the lava-like patches covering his charcoal gray scales in multiple places, including down the entire length of his maple leaf-shaped dorsal spines. As he flexed his claws in an aggressive manner, his massive tail slammed into the airport's control tower with such force that the structure was instantly reduced to rubble. Like the first creature of his species that appeared over forty years ago, he was a powerful force of nature, never bending to the will of those who feared and opposed him, and destroying any and all who dared to attack him. For these reasons alone, the people of Japan bestowed upon him the name and title of his predecessor.

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

The mutated dinosaur's glowing red eyes were burning with unbridled rage, his lips curling back in a growl, revealing his fangs and serrated teeth. A second later, Godzilla let loose a roar that seemed to shake the very air.

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEONK!

The response he received was a demonic screech from his opponent.

Hoping to find a way to kill Godzilla, scientists tried to recreate the Oxygen Destroyer, a weapon designed by the late Dr. Serizawa, which was used to destroy the first Godzilla in 1954. They succeeded... though not in the way they anticipated. The result came in the form of a small colony of Precambrian organisms, mutated by the formula. They grew and evolved at an accelerated rate, becoming large crab-like monsters with deadly abilities, capable of holding their own against the Japan Self Defense Forces. They continued to grow, eventually merging into one large kaiju with bat-like wings. After barely surviving a skirmish Godzilla's adopted son, Godzilla Junior, the creature emerged once again, this time in a stronger form that actually outmatched the King of Monsters in size. Armed with massive claws, spike protrusions, razor sharp teeth, dragon-like wings, long pincer-tipped tail, a large fiery orange horn, and covered from crested-head to clawed toe in crimson red armor, the monster dubbed “Destroyah” was a fearsome and formidable foe.

Gathering around the two warring kaiju, but still maintaining a minimum safe distance, were several JSDF military vehicles, each equipped with specially designed freezing weapons. The Super-X III, similarly armed with a freezing laser and cadmium tipped missiles, was flying overhead. However, they were not joining the fight yet. They were standing by, waiting for a specific moment to strike.

Godzilla's current appearance had raised questions and concerns. Looking for answers, the representatives of the JSDF turned to a college student, Keniche Yamane, who was a type of expert in things involving the King of Monsters. He suspected that Godzilla's heart, which was like a nuclear reactor, was failing, which was causing the beast's body to go through a nuclear meltdown.

Godzilla was dying.

The JSDF considered this a godsend, as this would mean that Japan's greatest threat would be no more. Unfortunately for them, this blessing turned out be a curse as well. Kenichi theorized that when Godzilla's body temperature reached 1,200 degrees Celsius, he would explode, resulting in a blast that would decimate Japan, and possibly take a good chunk out of the Earth as well. Acting quickly, they deployed the newly christened Super-X III, outfitted with the latest in anti-nuclear cold weaponry, to prevent this catastrophe. It was successful in stopping the explosion, but danger was still present. Godzilla's body would still melt, and the superheated remains would bore a hole to the Earth's core, destroying the planet.

It was hoped, because Destroyah was born with abilities that were similar to the weapon that killed the first Godzilla, that bringing the two together to fight would result in the current King's death, preventing the meltdown altogether. Unfortunately, Godzilla's worsening condition seemed to also increase his power with each passing moment, making him more than a match for even the living Oxygen Destroyer.

The only option left was to wait for Godzilla's temperature to reach 1,200 degrees. It would be at that exact moment that the JSDF would need to act, and unleash all of their freezing weapons upon Godzilla. Hopefully, that would lessen the damage enough to prevent the end of the world.

Until then, they were merely spectators, watching as Godzilla fought his greatest battle.

His last battle.

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Godzilla threw his jaws open, unleashing another Red Spiral Ray, pouring all of his rage and hatred into it. It found its mark, blowing off a large piece of his adversary's head crest, drawing a pain-filled screech from it. He repeated the process, each beam larger and more powerful than the last, leaving large burns across Destroyah's body. With each blast, a shockwave of energy would explode outward from the King of Monsters, wracking his body with excruciating pain. But he didn't relent; he didn't care how much it hurt him. All that mattered was inflicting as much pain as he could upon the red bastard before him, make it suffer with every last breath it drew.

Make it pay for taking his son from him.

Destroyah let out a screech that was laced with traces of fear. With a several flaps of its massive wings, suddenly took to the sky, its need to survive taking over.

Godzilla roared in defiance; he had no intention of letting it escape. He prepared to fire another blast, but as he did, another powerful pulse tore through him, forcing him to cancel his attack. He snarled as he watched the beast rise higher. It didn't get very far. From his left, multiple blue laser beams shot forth and struck both of Destroyah's wings. Godzilla looked and saw several military vehicles firing the beams. He looked back up to the sky and saw the aircraft that had frozen him from before also firing at the red monster. Within seconds, both the bastard's wings were completely frozen over, and it let out a pitiful screech as it began to plummet.

As it fell, the ice from its wings began to rapidly cover the rest of Destroyah's body. When the kaiju was back in range of Godzilla's ever rising body temperature, the sudden, rapid change from cold to hot caused Destroyah to go into thermal shock. The second after it hit the ground, the crimson body exploded.

Destroyah was no more.

As the dust settled, Godzilla stood alone, feeling his rage leave him. His son's murderer was now dead, but he did not feel victorious. He turned his head and looked to where his child's body was, and he was quickly consumed by grief. He had failed to protect his son, the only other member of his species.

Once again... Godzilla was alone.

And then, the kaiju wasn't alone. He felt a sudden presence nearby, one that felt familiar to him. He looked around, but didn't see anything other than the military. Whatever this presence was, it wasn't them.

“Gojira...”

Godzilla's eyes widened. He heard a voice, clear as day – in his mind. He recognized the presence now. He had encountered it... her a few times before. It was a human female, one who had the ability to speak to him telepathically. Although he despised all humans, she was the only one he had a bit of respect towards.

“Miki Saegusa.”

Another crippling tremor wracked his body, causing him to grit his teeth in pain as he reached a claw to his chest. He was then hit by a wave of great sadness, coming from the female he was connected with.

“What is happening to me?” he asked mentally.

Rather than receiving a reply, Godzilla's mind was suddenly filled with images, flashbacks, all from Miki's point of view. Days worth of memories swept through his mind's eye within seconds. A moment later, he understood.

“I see,” he thought impassively. “I'm dying.”

“...Yes...” Miki replied, her sadness growing stronger.

“It's funny,” he bemused humorlessly. “The humans have tried many times to kill me, yet I was too strong for anything that they threw at me. Now, in the end, it's my own power that will end me.”

Godzilla felt multiple impacts against his body. He looked to see the military vehicles firing their freezer weapons at him. They provided little comfort from the heat this time. There was no hope of saving him, they were just trying to save the planet at this point.

“Looks like everyone will finally get what they wanted – my death.”

“I didn't want that.”

Godzilla sensed the sincerity in her statement, and he was actually touched by that. “Then you are the only one to feel that way. Everyone else fears me... or hates me. Yet it was their use of nuclear energy that created me! And for that, I hate them.” He growled. “I didn't ask to become a monster. All I ever wanted was to be left alone... in peace.”

“You wanted peace,” Miki agreed. “But you didn't want to be alone.”

Godzilla's growl died in his throat and his expression softened. She was right. He had longed for kinship over the years. He had searched for others of his kind. His species was adaptable, one of the very few to survive the changes the Old World went through. The previous Godzilla was one of the few remaining that he had been aware of, but surely there had to be a some left. But as time went by, it was looking as though he was indeed the last of his race.

Then, one night, he sensed it. A spark. It was faint, but it was definitely there. He followed it to the source, and he found it. An infant, but definitely a member of his kind. Since then, Godzilla took it upon himself to raise the hatchling as his own, to care for it, and to protect it. And for a short time, he was content.

Godzilla was enveloped by his own sadness as he looked at the lifeless body of his adopted son, again reminding him of his failure. He felt Miki's sadness as well, but there was another emotion that had joined it – guilt. Filtering through the memories she shared with him, he came across one that roused his ire.

“You helped lead my son to Destroyah, that bastard that killed him.” he accused her angrily.

Miki's guilt was soon followed by shame. “.........I'm sorry.”

Godzilla wanted to hate her, wanted to lash out at her, blast her with his atomic breath, anything to make her get out of his mind. But he didn't do any of these things. The truth was she was the only one left that he shared any kind of connection with. And with his death looming closer by the second, he didn't want to be alone.

He sifted through her memories that revolved around the event. She had been against the idea from the beginning, believing it wasn't right to use the little one as bait to lure Godzilla into battle with Destroyah. But her superiors were willing to do anything to stop Godzilla's meltdown, and they intended to go through with their choice with or without her. They had another human with abilities like her own, who would willingly take on the task. In the end, Miki went along anyway, because she wanted to be there to watch out for Junior.

The sad truth, Godzilla realized, was that it was because of him that his son was put in harm's way.

Godzilla moved forward through the last few memories. She had been there, at his son's side when he died; she had cried for him. His death had hurt her almost as deeply as it had hurt Godzilla. Seeing this, the kaiju king's anger faded. He didn't say anything, but Miki could feel his understanding and eventually his forgiveness. Her feelings of shame and guilt did not disappear, but they diminished greatly.

Neither spoke for a moment, merely sharing each others' company. The moment was shattered when the ever-present searing pain shot through the roof, causing Godzilla to screech in agony. Looking down, he saw that the glowing patches on his body were rapidly spreading, covering his the rest of his dark scales. He lifted a claw to look at it; his flesh had begun melting off the bones, which were next to go.

“This is it,” Godzilla thought in eerie calmness. Suddenly, his eyes began to blur, new images crossing his vision. “What's going on?”

“I may not be able to stop the pain, but perhaps this will help ease it until the end,” Miki answered.

In his mind's eye, Godzilla saw memories, both his and the human's. They were of his son, when he was just a baby, interacting with Miki, and a few other humans. There was the time when Godzilla first met the child in person, before leaving together. More memories of the time they spent on Birth Island, bonding together and happy. Sure enough, as Godzilla looked at these images, he felt his spirits lift, numbing him to the pain a bit.

“... Thank you.” As the memories faded, for the first time in a long time, the King of Monsters felt at peace. “Farewell... Miki.”

“Good-bye... Gojira."

Godzilla felt the connection between them begin to diminish, but remained calm. He looked up to the night sky for what would be the last time. His vision began to blur, the heat from the meltdown causing his eyes to melt; and then, there was a bright flash of light in front of him.

The last thing he saw before everything went black was a pair of large, gentle blue eyes, and two massive, multicolored wings.

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Magenta eyes shot open as Princess Celestia awoke with a gasp. The white alicorn sat up in her bed, her attention immediately drawn to her horn, which was visibly pulsing with magic. Recognizing the meaning of the sensation, she quickly got out of her bed. As she did, she heard a rumble coming from outside. Sparing a glance towards one of her chambers' open windows, she saw her sister's beautiful night sky, but no storm clouds, so the sound could not have been thunder. Making a quick mental calculation, she determined that it was still a few hours until time to raise the Sun. She turned her attention to her nightstand, upon which sat her golden regalia. She levitated them to her and quickly put them on, intending to leave her chambers and locate Luna as soon as possible.

She had barely taken two steps, however, before there was a flash of blue magic a few feet in front of her. Taken slightly off guard, she blinked to clear her eyes, and when she looked again, there stood the pony she was intending to find. As she suspected, her little sister's horn was also aglow with magic, and she looked a little wobbly on her hooves.

“Sister!” Luna raised a hoof to take a step towards her sibling, but she was stopped by a sharp pain in her head. She quickly closed her eyes to quell the sensation while raising her hoof to her head. She felt herself sway, before a foreleg wrapped around her, keeping her steady.

“Easy, Lulu,” Celestia cooed softly, gently cradling the younger alicorn. She delicately touched her horn to Luna's, summoning a healing spell. “Just relax, the pain will subside.”

Heeding her advice, the Princess of the Night leaned against Celestia as she felt the warmth from her sister's magic flowing through her, alleviating the worst of the pain within minutes. Once she felt the magic stop, she opened her eyes and pulled back from the embrace just enough to look up into her sister's caring face and see her warm smile, which she reciprocated. Her focus was soon drawn to the white alicorn's horn, which was enveloped in her golden aura.

“You sense it, too.” It was more of a statement than a question.

Celestia nodded. “Have you seen anything tonight that might be the cause?”

“Indeed,” replied Luna as she took a step back from her sister. “It is occurring over the Everfree Forest.”

“Over it?”

Luna nodded. “You need to see for yourself.” With that, the glow around her horn intensified.

Seeing her intent, Celesita quickly stepped forward and placed a wing over her sister's withers, gaining her attention and stopping the spell. “Allow me, Luna.” she offered gently. Her own horn flared brighter, and both alicorns disappeared from the chamber in a flash. A second later, they popped into existence again, this time standing on the balcony of the castle's tallest tower.

Luna looked at Celestia with an expression that was grateful, but also a little envious. Her older sister gave her a sympathetic smile. Alicorns have always had a deeper connection to the land than most ponies, thus were able to sense large magical anomalies that occurred, like the one they were feeling now. Such sudden surges of energy were a shock to their bodies, leaving them physically weak for awhile. Celestia, having lived in Equestria the longest, had experienced quite of few of these abnormalities now and again, and thus had built up an immunity to their effects. Luna, unfortunately, had yet to build up as strong a resistance, having returned from her banishment only a few years ago.

Giving her sibling a quick, assuring nuzzle, Celestia removed her wing and looked in the direction of the Everfree Forest.

Her jaw dropped at the sight.

Hovering high in the sky above a large portion of the dark forest was a massive cloud of magical energy. It was a bright reddish-orange, and every few seconds there was a flash which would make it burn brighter for an instant. With every pulse, a rumble followed, like thunder. Anypony else that was awake and seeing this would think it was a huge, unnatural, and oddly colored storm cloud.

“I've never seen, or felt, such a large amount of raw magic before,” said Luna as she stared at the cloud, which was slowly descending and beginning to dissipate across the Everfree in all directions. “What do you think it is, Sister?”

When she did not receive a response after a few seconds, the blue alicorn turn to her older sibling, who had her eyes closed and brow furrowed, giving her a look of one in deep concentration.

“Tia?” She said again, stepping towards Celestia with concern. “What is it?”

A second later, Celestia opened her eyes and regarded her little sister. “I think something new has come to Equestria, Luna.”

Luna's eyebrows arched up in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember what I told you about how Twilight Sparkle became my student?”

The young alicorn blinked at the sudden question. “Yes, you said that she unleashed a large amount of magic during her entrance exam, more than anypony thought possible for a filly her age.”

Celestia nodded. “Yes, and after she calmed down, most of that magic simply dissipated, eventually becoming ambient energy.” She then turned her attention back to the massive cloud; by now, most of it now covered the forest like a blanket. “This anomaly feels similar to what I felt with Twilight that day.”

After a moment of contemplation, Luna nodded in understanding. “You believe that somepony is the cause of this surge?”

“Yes... and no. This energy feels different from unicorn magic, or that of any creature that dwells in this land.” Celestia explained. “Whatever unleashed this magic is... foreign to Equestria.” She cast her gaze up to the stars. “Foreign to this world.”

Luna followed her sister's line of sight, letting the words sink in. The thought of something from the beyond the heavens coming to their world was intriguing, but at the same time, troubling. She turned to Celestia, a question forming on the tip of her tongue. Before she could ask it, however, something caught her eye, and she looked to see a familiar patch of green smoke speeding towards the princesses. When it was a few feet in front of them, it stopped, and with a flash, it became a sealed scroll.

Catching the scroll in her magic, Celestia broke the seal, unrolled the scroll, and began reading aloud the hastily scribbled message.

“Princess Celestia,

This is Spike. Something's wrong with Twilight! I was sleeping, when all of a sudden, I was woken up by a loud explosion. At then, I heard Twilight screaming. I ran to her bedroom, and saw her thrashing in her bed like she was in pain. I thought she was having a nightmare and I was going to wake her up, but then I noticed her horn was glowing brightly. Then she let out another scream, and then she fainted! Thankfully, she still breathing, but her horn's still glowing.

Please help!”

Luna frowned as her sister finished reading. “So, young Twilight has felt this surge as well. The poor mare, it would seem that her ascension is as much a curse as it is a blessing right now.”

The Day Princess gave a solemn nod as she banished the scroll with her magic. She looked down at the cloud above the Everfree Forest; most of it had dissipated by now, leaving behind a light reddish fog amongst the trees. At the same time, she could feel the pressure on her horn dulling significantly, indicating the aftereffects were fading. Looking over at Luna, she saw the magic around her horn dimming and a look a relief coming across her face.

“Feeling better, Luna?” she asked, again resting her wing across the younger alicorn's back.

“Yes,” replied Luna, a small smile on her lips.

“Good. Then, if you're feeling up to it, I would like you to go down to Ponyville and tend to Twilight. You remember the healing spell I used?”

Luna nodded, but then blinked in confusion. “What of you, Sister? Will you not go to see Twilight?”

“I will,” Celestia assured, “but first, I must make a quick trip to the Crystal Empire to check on Cadance. Despite the distance from here, there's a chance she may have felt the energy surge as well.”

The Princess of the Night nodded, understanding the logic in Celestia's decision. Given that Cadance was also an alicorn, there was a chance that she, too, was affected by the anomaly here, despite being a great distance away. She also surmised that her sister intended to teleport to the kingdom, and considering the she was the least hindered by the surge, she was the logical choice to make the trip with little to no trouble. “Very well,” Luna said “Take care, Sister, and give my best to Cadance.”

“I will,” replied Celestia, giving her little sister another quick nuzzle before removing her wing. “Tell Twilight that I will be by to see her as soon as I can.”

“Of course.”

Luna stepped back to give Celestia room to teleport. The older alicorn's horn began to glow. However, before she could complete the spell, she was stopped by her sister's voice.

“Tia!” Luna called, catching her big sister's attention, before asking the question that was on her mind earlier. “This otherworldly creature you spoke of. Do you know if it is a friend... or a foe?”

Celestia looked down in contemplation for a moment, before shaking her head. “I do not know, Lulu.” She then gave her a lighthearted smile. “I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.”

With that, Celestia closed her eyes, and with a pop and a flash, she was gone. Luna frowned as she turned her gaze towards the Everfree. The last of the ambient magic had finally faded, and the forest looked undisturbed. One would think that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place at all. But she knew the truth. There was something down there, something new to Equestria. What she didn't know was whether it was an ally or another threat. She hoped it was the former, but given how Equestria seemed to be a stomping ground for random creatures with villainous intent, she wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter.

I just hope we are prepared to deal with whatever this thing is when the time comes, Luna thought. She then shook her head and turned her attention to Ponyville. All of us. With that, she opened her wings and leapt off the tower, beginning her flight to her destination.

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=== The Next Morning ===

A low groan escaped Godzilla's throat as his consciousness slowly returned. His eyes opened, only to shut again as his sight was assaulted by brightness. The kaiju kept his eyes closed as the rest of his senses started to come back to him. The first thing that grabbed his attention was the soreness that seemed to spread through his entire being; though compared to the excruciating pain of his entire body melting before, it was a welcomed change.

But the fact that he could feel pain lead Godzilla to an immediate and obvious conclusion.

I'm alive. But... how can that be?

Before the King of Monsters could even begin to ponder on how that was even possible, he decided to give opening his eyes another try. Slowly, he cracked his eyelids open, blinking a few times to dispel the blurry brightness; he was already aware that it was daytime. After a few seconds of this, he was able to see his surroundings more clearly. He was lying in a small crater in the ground, which was covered with dirt, and he was surrounded by numerous trees, bushes and rocks of various sizes. This gave him pause, as the last thing he remembered before blacking out was being in Tokyo. Was he still in Tokyo? Or Japan, for that matter? Had the humans somehow transported him to a different location?

His musings were interrupted as his ears picked up the sound of birds chirping. His head swiveled around to a nearby tree, and up on a branch he spotted a red bird standing at the edge of a nest, a worm wriggling around in its beak. In the nest were three small chicks, beaks opened wide, chirping loudly, begging to be fed.

Godzilla watched the mother tend to her young with a bemused expression. He had seen birds like that on Birth Island, but they were even smaller than humans, who were ants compared to him. These birds were much bigger, though only a quarter of the size of that mutated Pterodactyl he fought a few years prior. Come to think of it, everything around him was bigger than it should have been. Or was he smaller now? Had he been shrunken down somehow?

No, this doesn't make any sense. I was dying. I was burning alive, and I remember my flesh and my bones melting away!

He raised his clawed hand up to his face to inspect it, but what he saw left him somewhat slack-jawed. Instead of his sharp claws, there was a round, smooth, bone-like structure on the end of the limb.

“What is this?!” Godzilla gasped, his tone a deep baritone. The appendage flew to his maw as soon as the words left it. Whenever he spoke, it came out as growls or a roar; never before had he ever physically spoken the language of man.

As his shock subsided, he pulled the limb back to observe it again. He took a moment flex it, twist it around, getting a feel for how it functioned, before doing the same with the opposite. He looked further up his arms; his charcoal gray scales were gone, replaced by fur of the same color. He looked down the length of his body, and saw that his dorsal spines were gone, clumps of fur sticking up to look like smaller spines running along his back. His legs had also changed; they were shaped differently, and his feet now sported the same bony protrusions as the front ones. His tail was more or less the same length, but now it was covered in light gray hair, which stuck up in places where his tail spines used to be.

Overall, aside from patches of dirt covering him here and there, there didn't appear to be any damage, burns, or any deformities. He seemed to be fine; just... changed.

Still stunned by this transformation, he reached his new front appendages up to his face, wondering what changes it went through. Suddenly, something shimmering caught his eye; he looked in the direction it came from. A few meters away he spotted a river, the sun reflecting off it crystal clear surface. Godzilla felt the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile, which was another first for him, but he didn't really think about that right now.

With his goal in sight, the newly transformed kaiju got his limbs under him and lifted himself off the ground. He then pushed himself upright. However, a couple seconds later, his body wobbled and he started falling down. He put his arms down to catch himself with a thud. Blinking in bewilderment, he pushed off the ground again... and promptly fell forward again.

“Damn it! Why can't I stand?!” he snapped, growing irritated by this hindrance. Setting his brow in determination, he pushed off the ground as hard as he could, once again righting himself. As he felt himself tipping forward, he arched his back and pulled his arms to his broad chest, and though he wobbled a bit, he managed to stay standing this time.

“Ha!” Godzilla smirked in triumph, ignoring the strain he felt in his hips. With that out of the way, the next step was to get out of the crater, which was a couple meters wide all around. Looking down at the ground, he took a shaky left step, firmly planting the bony stub into the dirt, before taking an equally shaky step with the right, repeating the process, slowly but surely making his way out of the crater.

Despite the progress he was making, the kaiju started to get frustrated by just how hard this was for him. In his previous form, he could traverse for miles, both by land and sea, and not be fatigued in the slightest. Now, his legs burned with every step, the discomfort in his hips was becoming unbearable, and beads of sweat were running down along his face and neck.

And he was barely halfway out of the crater!

Godzilla lifted his foot to take another step, but mid-step he started to wobble. He felt his body falling backwards, so he quickly put his foot back down... right on top of his swishing tail.

“Yow!” He cried out, quickly pulling his foot back up. Unfortunately, the action threw him further off balance; all he could do was flail his arms as he fell, like a chopped tree, back-first into the crater. His body hit with enough force to shake the surrounding area, scaring a few birds from the trees – except for the mother bird, who merely flapped her wings and hovered protectively over her babies – and knocking loose a few leaves.

The kaiju laid there for a moment as the dust settled, looking unblinkingly up at the sky above. The leaves finished their journey to the ground, but one stray green leaflet had the audacity to land square on his snout, like it was mocking him. That poor plant was soon sent flying from the hot air of Godzilla's angry snort. He was breathing deeply now, his body trembling, not in fatigue, but in rage. He was the King of Monsters! He had faced many challenges in his life: humans, other monsters, mechs, even an alien clone of himself, and he had triumphed over them all. Yet, now, in this diminished form, he could not even manage to walk a few feet!

His lips curled back in a snarling grimace as he growled lowly. The sound grew in pitch by the second as did his ire. Unable to contain it any longer, he took another deep breath, and unleashed his rage in a roar.

The ground, even the air, seemed to shake from the force of the mighty cry. Any remaining birds and other creatures fled for their lives. Only one brave mother bird remained, using her wings and body to shield her chicks in the nest as the roar rang on for what seemed like an eternity, before finally going silent.

Godzilla breathed heavily, his anger slowly fading along with the last echoes of his roar. Despite the situation, a small smile crossed his face. “Well, at least that hasn't changed much,” he chuckled.

Taking a few more calming breaths, the kaiju rolled himself over onto his stomach. He looked down at his appendages and the bone protrusions attached to each of them. After a moment of contemplation, he once again pushed himself off the ground. However, instead of attempting to push himself onto his back legs again, he simply raised his head to its full height. Immediately, he could tell that this position felt much more comfortable, more natural.

“So, that's it.” muttered Godzilla. “I'm quadrupedal now.”

Heaving a somewhat resigned sigh, he shuffled his new feet, experimentally lifting each one before placing it back down. He did this for a moment longer, before shaking his head and turning his attention back to his original objective: the river. Looking back down at the crater, he slowly lifted his... foreleg and firmly planted his foot on the slope. He repeated this process with the others. It was slow-going, but eventually, the kaiju king managed to get out of the crater and was now on more stable ground.

Godzilla allowed a himself a small triumphant smile, which quickly slipped into a frown when he looked up and saw that there was still a few meters between him and the river.

The walk that followed was yet another test of Godzilla's limited patience. He felt like he was a hatchling again, clumsily trying to learn to walk for the first time. And back then, he only had to worry about walking on two legs. Now he had four. Twice the trouble. The first step was easy enough, it was the following step that was troubling, because he had to figure out which leg to move next while trying to maintain his balance. There were a couple times he came close to toppling over with a misstep, and there were more than a few times where he tripped over his own feet which sent him stumbling. By the time he actually neared the water's edge, the kaiju was growling deeply; it was all he could do to keep from roaring again.

Finally, he reached the river, and when he looked down at its surface, the growling slowly ceased as he stared at his reflection. The changes to his head may not have been as great as the rest of his body, but they were still noticeable. Atop his head and along the back of his neck was long hair that was the same light gray color as his tail; it was swept back, spiked in a way that reminded him of his spines. His ears had grown bigger in size, swiveling to and fro at the sounds around him. His muzzle was about the same, only broader and covered in the same fur as the rest of his body. There was also a patch of light gray hair that ran along his jaw and almost completely encompassed his mouth. Inside his gaping maw, he instantly noticed that he still had his front fangs, and most of his teeth appeared to still be sharp.

“What... what am I?” he asked, looking into his reflection's large golden-colored eyes. He looked up from the river, and wildly looked about, almost tripping over his own feet again, looking for something, anything that could answer his question. “What is going on here?!”

The transformed kaiju received an answer in the form of chirping. He looked up and saw the mother bird from before looking down at him from her nest, chirping, still perched protectively over her chicks, who decided to add their voices to that of their parent's. Godzilla's ears flattened against his head and a frown formed on his lips.

“That doesn't help at all,” he deadpanned.

Author's Note

Godzilla, Destroyah, Godzilla Junior, etc. are property of Toho Co., Ltd.

Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, etc. are property of Hasbro

All video clips used in this are properties of their respective owners.

Well, there you have it, my first chapter of my Godzilla X MLP crossover.

BTW, before anyone says anything about it. Yes, I know the roar is that of Godzilla 2014, and this story's about the Godzilla from the 1995 movie, "Godzilla Vs. Destroyah." My reason for this: since Godzilla's body has been altered to that of the pony's, I figured that his roar would also be altered slightly. Plus, I just really love the new roar. :raritywink:

So, let me know what you think.

Chapter 2: Spike's Plight

Spike hustled through the Everfree Forest as fast as his stubby little legs could carry him. His scaly brow was set in determination as he ran along the beaten path. He was a dragon on a mission. In his claws, he carried a brown pouch, the contents of which were for a certain Princess of Friendship back in Ponyville. His reptilian eyes occasionally darted back and forth, scanning the foliage for anything out of the ordinary.

All the while, his mind replayed the events of the previous evening.

= = = Last night = = =

Spike anxiously paced beside Twilight's bed, his wide eyes barely leaving the alicorn's prone form. Every couple minutes, he would climb onto the bed and place his finned ear against her chest, her heartbeat and the feel of her chest rising and falling reassuring him that she had not left him. She hadn't woken up since losing consciousness; the little drake had frantically written a letter to Princess Celestia almost immediately after that, and kept constant vigil while he waited. The intense glow around Twilight's horn had slowly faded over time until it finally snuffed out, but that did little to alleviate Spike's panicked state, as she remained unresponsive.

He was in the process of checking her heartbeat again, when the sound of her balcony doors swinging open caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. He whipped around to see a shadowy silhouette in the open doorway. Instinctively, he clenched his little fists and bared his teeth, ready to fight the intruder to protect his big sister.

“Calm yourself, young Spike, it is only me.”

The calm, familiar voice snapped Spike out of his frantic state. As the dark figure walked into the room, their features slowly became visible. The small dragon's anxiety gave way to elation as he recognized the midnight blue coat and starry mane.

“Princess Luna!” Spike ran toward and practically tackled the alicorn, wrapping his arms around her neck in a fierce hug as he spoke a-mile-a-minute. “I'm so glad to see you! Twilight was thrashing and screaming in pain and her horn was glowing so bright and then she fainted and I couldn't wake her up and I was scared and I didn't know what to do and– ”

“Shhhh, it is all right, Spike,” Luna said soothingly, gently stroking the spines on his head with her hoof to calm him. “Twilight is going to be okay. I am here to help her.”

“Oh, thank you!” Spike replied, the relief in his voice palpable. A couple seconds later, his eyes widened when he realized he still had his arms around the dark alicorn. He quickly unlatched himself from her, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I-I'm sorry, your Highness,” he apologized, anxiously tucking his claws behind his back and averting his eyes to the floor.

Luna giggled at this, lightly patting him on the head. “There is no need for apologies, Spike,” she assured him. She walked towards Twilight's bed, Spike following a second later. “You are concerned for Twilight. She is fortunate to have such caring friend like you.”

“Aw, shucks, Princess,” Spike said bashfully, the bright red color returning to his cheeks at her praise. He then shook his head, returning to the situation at hand. “So, do you have any idea what's happened to Twilight?”

“Yes,” she answered. She reached the side of the bed and placed her forelegs onto the mattress, putting herself closer to the unconscious alicorn. “I will explain it to you both once I've revived her.”

Luna leaned forward, placing the tip of her horn against Twilight's. She then she closed her eyes and summoned her magic, her horn enveloped in it's blue aura. Spike, meanwhile, climbed up onto mattress to see, staying close to the foot of the bed and trying not to make a sound, so as not to interrupt the princess. He fidgeted nervously, watching as the blue magic from Luna's horn began to funnel into Twilight's horn, bathing it in a gentle glow.

After a few minutes, Luna pulled her head back, the light of her horn fading as the spell ended. She opened her eyes and watched the glow around Twilight's horn dim and eventually fade away. Silence overtook the room, neither the Night Princess or the little dragon saying a word as they waited. For Spike, the silence was almost unbearable; he anxiously wrung his claws, waiting on bated breath for a sign, any kind of sign that Twilight would wake up soon.

Finally, the young alicorn's face scrunched up, a groan escaping her lips. Slowly, purple eyes blinked open, staring up at the ceiling. A couple seconds later, they shifted to the side and locked onto a pair of blue eyes.

“Greetings, Twilight,” Luna spoke, a caring smile on her face. “How are you feeling?”

“Princess Luna?” Twilight croaked, slowly pushing herself into a seated position. She gently rubbed her eyes to clear them. “What's going on?”

“Twilight!”

The lavender alicorn barely caught a glimpse of a purple and green blur before it crashed into her with enough force to nearly knock the air out of her lungs. She looked down to see Spike pressed up against her chest, his arms around her in a crushing hug. Her fur was quickly getting soaked from the tears running down his face.

“You're okay!” he sniffled.

Confused by the trembling drake's behavior, Twilight looked to Luna.

“Spike was most distressed by your condition,” she explained.

Twilight wasn't sure what she was talking about at first, but after a few seconds, a look of realization crossed her face. “I remember now,” she said. “I woke up, feeling the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. It felt like my horn was melting off. I guess I blacked out?”

Luna nodded. “Spike wrote to Celestia for our help when you lost consciousness. I flew here, post haste, to aid you.”

“I-I didn't know what else to do, Twilight,” Spike hiccuped as he clung to her. “I was so... s-scared.”

“Oh, Spike,” whispered Twilight, tenderly taking her little brother into her forelegs, holding him close. “It's okay, Spike. I'm okay, now. Please, don't cry. I'm okay.” She continued to hold him as he quietly sobbed, gently rocking him back and forth, whispering words of comfort to him, while Princess Luna quietly watched.

After a couple minutes, Spike's crying subsided. He pulled back enough to look up at Twilight with misty eyes, a few stray tears running down his cheeks. With a maternal smile, Twilight gently wiped them away with her hoof, before placing a kiss on his forehead.

“You did good, Spike,” she said, nuzzling him affectionately. “You did very good.”

Feeling better with her assurance and her ministrations, Spike smiled as he rubbed his eyes to clear the remaining tears. He then turned to Luna. “Thank you, Princess,” he said gratefully.

“Always happy to help my friends,” replied Luna, giving him a warm smile. She then turned her attention to Twilight. “You are feeling well now, Twilight?” she asked.

Twilight nodded with a grateful smile of her own. “Yes, I am. Thank you, Luna.” She then frowned. “But what exactly happened to me? I've never felt anything so painful before.”

“There was a massive magical anomaly in the Everfree Forest tonight,” Luna explained. “There have been several similar occurrences in Equestria over the centuries; a powerful surge of energy that assaults and overwhelms an alicorn's senses.” She gave Twilight a sympathetic look. “Given your close proximity to the forest, and considering you've only been an alicorn for a short while, it is only natural that you would be greatly affected by the surge.”

Twilight processed what she just heard. “So, you're saying that only alicorns can feel this anomaly.” Her eyes widened, and she looked at Luna with worry. “All alicorns? Does that mean you felt it, too? Are you okay? What about Princess Celestia? Is she-”

“Calm yourself, Twilight,” Luna gently interrupted, holding up her hoof to forestall more questions. “Yes, my sister and I have also felt the surge, but we are fine. In my case, it left me with an intense migraine. Celestia was more or less unharmed by it. She has traveled to the Crystal Empire to check on Cadance. She will come to see you when she is finished there.”

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Luna's assurance, but then her eyes widened a bit when her sister-in-law was mentioned. “You mean Cadance could have felt this, even all the way in the Crystal Empire?” she questioned, astonishment evident in her voice. “What could have caused such a powerful surge in the first place?”

“My sister has a theory on that,” answered Luna. She gave both Twilight and Spike a serious look, one that sent a foreboding chill down their spines. “Listen carefully, for it is most likely that you, and your friends, will soon encounter something that neither you, nor Equestria, has ever encountered before.”

Luna proceeded to tell the two of the anomaly that occurred earlier that night. She spoke the thoughts of her sister, of a mysterious new arrival from beyond the stars, and she expressed her concerns for its purpose in Equestria, whether it be for good or bad. Less than an hour later, Celestia appeared in Twilight's bedroom, happy to see her former student doing well before confirming what her younger sister had told them earlier. She informed them that Cadance did feel the surge in the Crystal Empire, but aside from a minor headache, the Princess of Love was fine.

Afterwards, the Sun Princess offered to stay for awhile to keep an eye on Twilight until she returned to sleep, while Luna returned to Canterlot to finish her nightly duties. It took time to coax Twilight into going back to sleep, on account she was now excited by the prospect of getting to do some research on what she had just heard. Eventually, though, with the insistence from her mentor that researching could wait until morning, the younger alicorn nestled under her covers, and sooner than expected, she was once again reclaimed by sleep.

While relieved that his guardian was sleeping peacefully now, Spike was reluctant to return to his slumber, still shaken by what happened before. Like with Twilight, Celestia comforted the young dragon with gentle words of assurance, until finally he relented. However, instead of returning to his room, he crawled under the covers and snuggled up against Twilight chest, which caused the young princess to unconsciously wrap her forelegs around him and pull him closer. After a few minutes of listening to the reassuring sound of her heartbeats, Spike, too, eventually fell asleep.

= = = The Present = = =

Spike shook his head, returning to the here and now. He let his eyes wander to and fro again as he kept running, remembering what the princesses told him. A visitor from outer space. A part of him was excited about the prospect. It reminded him of the aliens he would read about in his comics. Then again, those aliens weren't really the “I come in peace” sort; they were more the “Invade your world/eliminate civilization/dissect and harvest your organs while you're still alive” sort.

He cast another quick, yet cautious glance around without breaking his stride.

Seeing nothing, his mind returned to last night. Specifically, to the uncomfortable feeling he experienced last night. Seeing Twilight in pain like that, and being unable to do anything to help her, besides writing a letter to Celestia, left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He felt... helpless.

It was a feeling he wasn't used to, and he didn't like it. From the time he was hatched, Twilight was there for him. She raised him, taught him things, took care of him. As he grew, he was also there for her, helping her out with her studies, cooking, cleaning, always being there for her when she needed him. Last night, she needed help, and he failed to give it.

So, that morning, he intended to do what he could to make up for it. True to her nature, as soon as they woke up, Twilight immediately set to begin researching. And there he was, her Number One Assistant, eagerly preparing her breakfast, fetching the books she asked for, getting her quill, ink and scrolls; whatever she needed, he happily got it for her, no hesitation.

Which brought Spike to currently traversing through the Everfree Forest. Upon discovering that they had run out of her favorite herbal tea, he quickly volunteered to travel to Zecora's to get more. At first, Twilight was reluctant to let him go into the forest, given what the princesses warned them of last night. After the baby dragon insisted he would be careful, and promising to go to Zecora's place and come straight back, the alicorn finally relented. True to his word, Spike speedily made his way down the familiar path to the zebra's hut in record time. After a brief visit between the two, the young drake left, herbs in claw. Almost halfway to Ponyville by now, Spike was imagining the happy look on Twilight's face when he returned in success.

So engrossed in his imagination, he barely noticed when a shadow passed overhead. He did hear the sound of air swooshing. Just as he lifted his head to investigate, something large landed in front of him. Crying out is shock, Spike immediately came to halt, but while his feet stopped, the rest of body continued forward, making him smack face-first into the ground. As he pushed himself up onto his knees, wiping the dirt off his face with one claw while still holding the tea pouch in the other, a voice reached his ears.

“Well, well, look at what we got here.”

Spike opened his eyes and looked up at the owner of the voice. It was a dragon, twice as tall as a pony, covered in red scales, with a yellow underbelly. It had a pair of yellow wings, and an orange crest atop its head. The young drake's eyes widened when he realized that he knew this dragon.

“Check it out, boys,” said Garble, sneering at little dragon. “It's Spike... the little pony.”

As he said this, there were a series of thuds all around Spike. He looked around to find that five more teen dragons had landed. He recognized them as the ones he met when he joined the Great Dragon Migration. And, to his growing dismay, they currently had him surrounded.

“H-hey, Garble, guys, what's up?” Spike said, giving them a nervous smile. “Long time no see. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, just out on a mid-morning dragon raid with the guys.” Garbles eyes narrowed. “You remember those, don't ya? Considering you botched up the last one we took you on.”

“Oh, you remember that,” Spike muttered. He started side-stepping, hoping to reach one of the gaps between the dragons so he could make a break for it. He didn't get far though, the skinny purple dragon with shaggy blond hair covering his eyes leaned down to block his path, baring his sharp teeth with a growl. Spike shuffled back to the center, chuckling weakly as he returned his attention to the leader. “Heh, well, you know how it goes; you win some and lose some.”

“Yeah, but I. Don't. Like. Losing,” Garble snarled, each word laced with venom.

“Oh, come on, Garble,” Spike said, trying desperately to placate the irate dragon. “That was a long time ago. We're all reasonable reptiles here. Surely we can put it behind us; you know, let bygones be bygones?”

The little drake was starting to sweat. The dragons around him were slowly advancing on him, tightening the circle and cutting off any chance of escape. They bared their teeth and flexed their claws, all the while emitting threatening growls and snarls. Things were not looking good.

Suddenly, Garble held his claws up, motioning for the others to stop. He then put a claw to his chin as his face adopted a thoughtful look, confusing his cohorts. Spike was a little confused, too, but at the same time, he felt an inkling of hope that he might just get out of this in one piece. A minute later, Garble looked down at him with a smile.

“Sure, Spike,” he said with a jovial tone. “I guess I can put it behind us.”

Spike released the breath he'd been holding in a relieved sigh. He started to smile when Garble held out his claw to him, palm turned up.

“Just hand over that pouch of yours, and then I'll consider it.”

The little dragon immediately blanched. He instinctively tightened his grip on the pouch while taking a small step away from the teen dragon. He racked his brain, trying to come up with a way to get out of this without handing it over.

“This?” He asked, pointing to the object in question. He then scoffed while waving his free claw dismissively. “Oh, this just a bunch of leaves and things. You know, pony stuff. You wouldn't want it.”

“Actually, I do want it,” replied Garble. “Think of it as a trade for that phoenix egg you took from us. Now, fork it over.”

“No!” Spike snapped angrily, holding the pouch close to his chest as he took another step back from the red dragon. “This is for Twilight. She had a tough time last night, and she's counting on me to bring it to her. And I'm not going to let you have it!”

“What did you say?” asked Garble, narrowing his eyes.

“I said NO!” Spike yelled.

“You know, Spike, I remember you saying something like that to me before,” Garble commented with an almost casual tone. When he spoke again, it came out as a snarl. “Looks like you forgot what I told you back then; no one says “no” to me.” He slowly stomped towards the baby dragon, cracking his knuckles. “Well, this time, I get to pound that lesson into you.”

Consumed by fear, Spike quickly started backing away from teen dragon. He only got a few steps before he bumped into something. He looked up to see the brown-scaled, heavyset dragon, who had a cruel smile on his face. With his path blocked, Spike helplessly turned back to look up at his tormentor, swallowing the lump in his throat with an audible gulp.

Godzilla aimlessly walked through the forest at a leisurely pace. Having no idea where he was, or how he got there, he had no real destination. So, he just walked, keeping his eyes open for anything that might give him some clue to his whereabouts.

On the upside, the endless wandering had given the kaiju time to get used to his new body. He now walked seamlessly, no longer stumbling over himself, nor did he have to consciously think about his movements. It had become second nature to him.

This allowed Godzilla to think about his current situation. He concentrated, trying to remember back to the time of his near death. He recalled his body melting, his last conversation with Miki, the memories she shared with him, and then... nothing.

Godzilla snorted in frustration. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remember what happened when he blacked out. He should be dead, but instead, something, or someone, had saved him from death, altered his body, and brought him to... wherever here was.

But why?

He shook his head, banishing all the troubling thoughts for now. Instead, he decided to take in scenery; he had to admit it was a little disconcerting actually traversing under the treeline, rather than tower over it. Yet, at the same time, it was interesting to see these things, which have been literally beneath his notice, up close. The trees, the bushes, the rocks, even the creatures scurrying around; it all seemed familiar to him.

However, it was also different. It was more than just his diminished size, every sight and sound gave off an unusual sensation that the kaiju could not figure out. Even the air had a strange scent to it.

But what really caught Godzilla's attention was the feeling he got as he continued to take in his surroundings. It was a familiar, yet almost foreign feeling that brought a sense of nostalgia. It brought forth memories from his past, memories of his life before his mutation, of simpler times before his encounter with humanity. More recent memories came to the forefront of his mind; the time he spent with Junior on Birth Island, before he had inadvertently destroyed his home.

It hit Godzilla like a lightning strike. He knew what this feeling was. It was one that he had almost given up on experiencing again. It was–

His musing was interrupted by a new sound that crossed his ears. It was coming from the trees a few meters ahead of him. The kaiju tensed, baring his teeth in a grimace. That wasn't the sound of any small woodland creature. It was the sound of laughter.

Humans, Godzilla thought with contempt. From the memories that Miki had shared with him, he knew that they were the only beings that could make that noise of amusement.

He stood in place, contemplating what to do. From the sound of it, there were quite a few of them ahead of him. If he revealed himself to them, they might either run from him or try to attack him. If the latter happened, then he would fight; he was not, by any means, afraid of humans, nor did he ever back down from battle. But, despite his dislike for humans, he did not attack needlessly. Plus, his body was smaller now. While he was sure he could take them if need be, he might be more susceptible to harm, and he wasn't sure if he still retained any of his abilities.

He turned to go the other way, deciding to play it safe for the time being. He barely took a step before he suddenly stopped. He cast a glance back toward the bushes, gripped by curiosity. He had never actually seen what humans looked like up close. When he was bigger, he couldn't tell the difference between them; they were all insects to him. Now, he was probably around the same size as them. This was a chance to see how they differed from each other, if they did at all.

I suppose I could just peek through the branches, the kaiju reasoned. With his decision made, Godzilla made his way to the thick vegetation, walking slowly to keep from making too much noise. Thankfully, the humans' laughter didn't die down at all, indicating that they remained unaware of his approach. Once he reached the trees, he eased his head through the branches, trying not to rustle the leaves too much. He kept pushing through until his eyes cleared the foliage. There, in the middle of a clearing, he spotted the...

The kaiju blinked in bewilderment.

Instead of a group of humans that he had been expecting, Godzilla saw what looked like a group of dragons. He quickly surmised they were dragons because of their similarities to the three-headed golden dragon he fought several years ago. They had wings, claws, and spikes, but that's where the resemblances ended. Each dragon was a different shape and size, and they were all a mix of different colors.

Godzilla brought his attention to the center of the rough circle they formed. In the middle of them stood a tall red dragon; judging from his build and the way he carried himself, that one must have been the alpha male of the group. He was standing over a smaller dragon that Godzilla's hadn't noticed until now. This one had purple and green scales, but unlike the rest, he didn't have wings. Given the spines on his head and back did not looked fully developed yet, the kaiju surmised that this one was an infant. Upon closer inspection, Godzilla noticed that the little drake had various scratches and bruises all over his body, and he was holding something tightly in his claws.

Suddenly, the red dragon spun around, striking the little one with his tail, sending him tumbling along the ground. Though stunned, he quickly got to his feet and ran from his attacker, trying to get outside of the circle. It didn't get far, however, as a pale white dragon with pink spines grabbed him by his tail and tossed him back into the center, where he received more rough treatment from the alpha.

A frown formed on Godzilla's lips as he watched. This wasn't right. When they were young, members of his species would practice fighting each other to help improve their strength and skills as they grew. This wasn't a fight; the little dragon wasn't really trying to fight back; instead, he was trying to get away. And it wasn't hunting behavior. The leader had plenty of chances to go for the kill and put the small one out of his misery. Instead, he was toying with the poor thing.

The converted kaiju scowled in disgust. These dragons weren't behaving like creatures should; they were abusing one of their own kind for amusement, laughing at his pain.

They were behaving like humans.

Having seen enough, Godzilla decided it was time to move on. While he felt pity for the little dragon, he was not one to go out of his way to help something that was not of his kind. Just as he was about to pull his head out of the branches, he cast one last glance at the young one, who was lying on the ground, his face contorted in pain. This made the kaiju pause; despite having made his decision, something about the little reptile kept him rooted in place.

Suddenly, in his mind's eye, the small drake's visage slowly changed. Purple scales and a green underbelly were replaced with forest green scales and a dull yellow underbelly; the green spines atop his head and down the back became gray in color; the last thing to change were the eyes, from light green to brownish-gold.

Godzilla's eyes widened. The little dragon's appearance became that of his son, the way he looked back when it was still the two of them on Birth Island. The monster king blinked, and in that instant, the image of his son was once again that of the tiny purple dragon.

He didn't leave. Instead, his eyes narrowed and his lips curled back, revealing his fangs as a low growl resonated in his throat.

+ + + + +

Spike let out a pained groan as he used his free claw to push himself off the ground; the other was still clutched tightly around the bag that he had been protecting throughout the fight. Although, looking back, he couldn't really call it a fight, but rather a one-sided beating. Oh, he did take a couple swings at the larger dragon when he could, but none of them ever landed, and for every one he threw, Garble would answer back with ten shots. Most of the time, the little drake tried to make a break for it, but was always roughly pushed back into the fray by one of the others, and the process would repeat itself.

A yelp escaped Spike's lips when Garble suddenly grabbed him by his back spines and hoisted him off the ground, holding at his eye level. The red dragon just clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is just sad, Spike,” he mockingly admonished. “I mean, I figured you'd put up more of fight. But then again, I guess I shouldn't hope for much when you hang around with those weak... namby... pamby... ponies,” he said, putting emphasis on the last few words while jabbing his index claw roughly into Spike's forehead with each word. The other dragons burst into laughter again, shouting words of agreement with their leader's last statement.

“So, I'll be taking that bag now.” While still holding Spike with one claw, he grabbed the pouch with the other. He leisurely pulled it towards himself, when it was suddenly jerked from his grip by Spike, who pulled the bag close to his chest and held it there with both claws. Surprised at first by the action, Garble grabbed the bag again and gave it a harder tug, but it refused to budge. “Come on, runt, let go!” he growled, growing frustrated with the little dragon's stubbornness. With each tug, he started snapping: “Give... it... to... me!”

Spike had his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth as he maintained his death grip on the bag. He started trembling. He was suddenly feeling angry; angry at the dragons for laughing at his pain, angry at Garble for his insult of Twilight and the others, and angry at himself for letting himself get into this mess. That feeling of helplessness from last night started to creep over him, and that made him even angrier.

Finally, he just snapped.

His eyes shot open, and with a growling scream, he shot his head forward and sank his fangs into Garble's claw.

The red dragon's eyes widened at the small drake's sudden action, and he cried out in pain when felt Spike's teeth actually pierce his scales and puncture the soft flesh underneath. Garble immediately started pulling on Spike's back spines, trying to pull the little dragon off of him, but that only served to sink Spike's fangs even deeper. He then released his hold on Spike's back and swung his arm wildly, trying to fling the baby dragon off. But Spike's jaws were like a steel trap, keeping him latched onto Garble's claw and hanging on for dear life. All the while, he kept both his claws wrapped securely around the pouch. In addition to flinging his arm, Garble started hitting Spike in the head with his fist, eliciting a pained grunt from the purple dragon with each punch. This went on for a moment, until finally, with a roar, Garble flung his arm down hard and successfully freed his claw, sending Spike slamming onto the ground with bounce.

Garble stood there for a moment, panting from the exertion. The rest of the dragons were silent, gaping in shock at what just happened. After catching his breath, the red dragon looked down at his damaged claw; a few scales were missing, and there was a small trail of blood coming from the wound. The bite was mildly painful, but what hurt more was Garble's pride at having been caught by the sneak attack, and being humiliated in front of his gang.

Gnashing his teeth in anger, Garble returned his attention to Spike, who was trying to push himself off the ground. “Why, you little...” he growled, bringing a clawed foot up and slamming it down on the little dragon's head, forcing him back to the ground. “That was a big mistake,” he snarled as he pushed down on Spike's head more forcefully, eliciting painful whimpering from the young drake. “I was going to let you go back to your little pony pals after I took that bag from you. But that little stunt of your just bought an extra beating. You may be purple and green right now, but when I'm through with you, you're gonna be permanently black and blue!” With that, Garble removed his foot from Spike's head. But before the baby dragon could take a breath to sigh in relieve, the teenaged drake used that same foot to deliver a kick that knocked Spike out of the dragons' circle and bouncing along the ground until he stopped several feet away on his back.

Groaning, Spike shakily sat up, holding a claw to his throbbing head, while the other remained clasped tightly around his pouch. At the growing sound of growls and snarls, he looked up to see Garble stomping towards him, giving him a glare that promised more pain. The rest of the dragons fell in behind him, following his lead and giving the little drake menacing stares. The anger that Spike had felt before disappeared without a trace; it was replaced with a growing fear.

The baby dragon crawled backwards, keeping the older drakes in his sight. His legs pushed him along the ground as fast as they could, but, unfortunately, Garble and the others were closing in on him at a quicker pace. Tears started to gather in the corners of his eyes as he saw his impending doom approaching. Spike silently prayed that somepony was going to come to his rescue, that Twilight, and the rest of his friends would appear any second and save the day, just like last time.

He was faintly aware of a rustling of leaves behind him, but he kept his eyes on the dragons, who suddenly stopped, and their looks of murder were replaced with ones of surprise. Spike felt a sliver of hope in his heart. Had his prayer been answered?

THOOM!

Spike froze when he heard, and felt, something heavy impact the ground right behind him. Turning away from the gaping dragons, he looked over his shoulder to see a huge, hoof a few inches behind him. And it was huge; it was almost twice the size of Big Macintosh's! Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw the leaves on a bush shift, and a second later, the large hoof was soon joined by a second, equally massive hoof, making as much an impact in the dirt as the former. Slowly, the little dragon craned his neck back, lifting his gaze and taking in more of this unusual phenomenon. Both hooves were attached to a pair of charcoal-gray forelegs, which were almost the size of tree trunks, and those, in turn, were connected to a very broad barrel. As his eyes continued their ascent up the thick neck, Spike's jaw started to descend as they got to the head of, undoubtedly, the biggest stallion the young drake had ever seen.

The enormous equine in question, who had been initially looking at Garble and his gang, tilted his head down to look at Spike, giving the little reptile a chance to take in more of his features. Contrast to the dark color of his coat, his mane was light gray, and the hair was slicked back, almost giving it the appearance of rows of spines. He had a short beard of the same color that almost completely encompassed his mouth and ran along his jawline. Protruding from his mouth were a pair of white fangs, which gave Spike pause; ponies weren't supposed to have sharp teeth... right?

The question was quickly forgotten when Spike finally settled on the stallion's golden eyes. While most ponies eyes were bright and vibrant, these eyes seemed to blaze with an inner fire. The young dragon felt a shiver run through him, as if he could feel a tremendous power behind those eyes. Unable to stop himself, Spike uttered two words in awe of this behemoth.

“Holy guacamole.”

Author's Note

Well, there you have it, the second chapter!

Now, originally, I was going to have Godzilla fight the dragons in this chapter, but as I wrote it, I decided that I wanted to flesh out Spike's role in this a little bit. You know, give the little guy his time to shine. :moustache: By that time, the chapter was longer than I expected. So, I decided to cut it off there,

Now, while I'm sure you guys are steaming about the cliffhanger, I assure you that the big fight will happen in the next chapter.

Also, I would like thank everyone for their comments and for favoriting my story. It makes me feel good to know that so many are enjoying what I'm writing, and it just gives me more of an incentive to get the next chapter ready quickly.

Again, thank you. Until next time! :pinkiehappy:

Chapter 3: Godzilla Vs. Dragons

Author's Note

That's right!
I'm back!
The story lives!

I hope this chapter makes up for how long it took me to get it here. Just know that the next will take a little longer than this one. Right now, there are things going on at my job that need my immediate attention. Thus, while I will try to work on new chapters when I can, please know that it will not be my main priority.

Also, all the dragons' names I used are ones I came up with myself. As far as I know, only Garble's name has been confirmed as canon.

Anyhow, enjoy!

Chapter 3: Godzilla Vs. Dragons

While the transformed kaiju and baby dragon stared at one another, Garble, shaking off his initial shock, was the first to break the silence. “Hey, check it out, fellas,” he said, getting the attention of the other dragons, “it's one of those wimpy ponies.”

In response to the red dragon's words, Godzilla returned his attention to the adolescent reptiles with narrowing eyes. But then he blinked in bemusement as the words registered in his mind. “Pony?” he asked, more to himself than anyone else. He was vaguely familiar with the name, and the animal it was attached to. “Is that what I am?”

The air was once again filled silence as the dragons looked at the large equine in bewilderment. And again, it was Garble that shattered it when he suddenly burst into laughter, followed closely by the others.

“Y-you hear that?!” he guffawed. “H-he doesn't even know... if he's a p-pony!”

This made all the dragons laugh even harder. After a moment, though, Chunk, the brown heavyset dragon next to Garble, stopped laughing as he looked at the pony more carefully. He then turned back to red drake and asked, “Uh, is he a pony?”

Garble ceased laughing so fast, that he almost choked on his own breath. He glared at his cohort as if he was an idiot. The rest of the dragons slowly stopped laughing when they noticed that he had stopped. “Of course, he's a pony, you nitwit!” he snapped, while gesturing to the large equine in question. “Hooves, fur, mane, muzzle... and an ugly one at that. What else could he possibly be?”

“Well... it's just that he looks a lot bigger than any pony we've seen before,” Chunk pointed out.

Before Garble could berate the fat drake some more, Pyro, the purple dragon with blond hair on his opposite side, spoke up. “He's got a point, boss. And this pony doesn't exactly look wimpy.” This got murmurs of agreement from the other reptiles of the group.

While Garble proceeded to argue with the group, Godzilla returned his attention to Spike, who was still looking up at him in awe. He then tilted his head to the side as he spoke, “Get going, little one.”

Snapping out of his shocked state, Spike gave a weak nod and started running as fast as his bruised body would allow. Unfortunately, his action drew the attention of his tormentors.

“Hey, the runt's getting away! Get him, you idiots!” Garble shouted.

“Leave him alone.”

Having cleared a few meters, Spike quickly ducked behind a tree. He knew he should have taken the chance he'd been given to quickly get back to Ponyville, but his curiosity got the better of him. He had to get another look at his rescuer. He slowly peeked out from behind his hiding spot, just as the stallion stepped out of the bushes and into the clearing.

Of course, the first thing that immediately caught Spike's attention was the pony's enormous size. From what Spike could figure, he stood at least a full head taller than Princess Celestia. The next thing he took note of was the stallion's robust frame; he was very muscular, much like Bulk Biceps. However, whereas the white pegasus had the massive physique of a bodybuilder, this pony's muscles were not as large as Bulk's, but nor were they less impressive; his muscles were well defined, pressed taut against his fur. His physique classified him as somepony not to be trifled with. Clumps of the pony's dark gray fur stood up all along his back in a few rows, giving him the appearance of having tiny spines. Spike then observed the stallion's swishing, light gray tail; it was nearly twice the length of the pony's own body, and much like his mane and back, patches of hair stuck out from the rest, giving the tail a “spiked” look. Finally, Spike turned his attention to the pony's flank, to get a look at...

“No... cutie mark?” Spike muttered, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed them with his claw, blinked a couple times, and looked again. Sure enough, the stallion's flank... was blank. No symbol of the pony's special talent anywhere in sight. Needless to say, Spike was baffled by this. From what he knew, most ponies usually received their marks long before they reached adulthood. And based off his size and the deep tone of his voice, this pony was definitely an adult.

“What did you say?!”

Garble's angry voice brought Spike to the present. He looked to see the red dragon, as well as the rest of his gang, glaring at the enormous equine, who was now standing several meters in front of the drakes. The stallion didn't look intimidated in the least; he just stood his ground, his massive tail swaying back and forth in an aggressive manner. Spike gulped, ducking back a little behind the tree.

“Leave. Him. Alone,” Godzilla repeated, speaking slowly and clearly, while keeping his tone firm. Garble gritted his teeth, taking a couple of angry steps forward.

“Hey!” he snapped, pointing a claw at the large pony. “No one tells me what to do, especially not some plus-sized pony! Besides, I've got a score to settle with that little runt.”

“You will settle it with me,” the kaiju replied firmly.

Garble scoffed at his words. “What? You volunteering to let me smack you around instead of him?”

“No,” Godzilla clarified. “I will fight you.” He cast a glance at the rest of the group. “All of you.”

Silence overtook the area for a third time, and, once again, it was broken by the dragons' uproarious laughter. This went on for a couple of minutes, most of the reptiles doubled over, almost incapacitated with amusement. After awhile, the noise slowly started to die down. Garble, wiping a tear from his eye, looked at the pony like he was crazy.

“You...” he snickered, “you are going to fight... all of us? Are you serious?”

“I am,” Godzilla nodded.

Garble shook his head as he approached the equine at a casual pace. “Okay, you didn't even know that you're a pony, so I'm gonna guess that you don't know anything about dragons. We're the biggest, baddest, and strongest species around.” The rest of the dragons cheered out in agreement at their leader's words. “Our scales are tough, our teeth and claws are sharp, and our fire can reduce anything to ashes... including ponies.” This got another round of cheers.

“Sure, you may be bigger than most ponies we've seen...” Garble paused as he stopped in front of the stallion; now that he was up close, the red dragon realized that the pony towered over him by a couple feet. He quickly regained his composure and continued his rant. “But that doesn't mean that you stand a chance against one dragon, let alone six. So, if you're really thinking of fighting us, it may be the last thing you ever do.”

Godzilla glared down at the arrogant drake, unimpressed. “Am I supposed to be intimidated?”

“Oh, not scared, huh?” Garble asked, tauntingly, a crooked smile forming on his lips. “Then how about this?” The red dragon took in a large breath, opened his jaws, and unleashed a loud, screeching roar right into the stallion's face, causing the pony's ears to flatten against his head. After a few seconds, he stopped and looked at his handiwork with a toothy grin, expecting to see a look of wide-eyed fright on the pony.

What he saw was the complete opposite.

Godzilla continued to glare at the teen dragon, his ears slightly ringing from the sudden, loud noise; his hearing was much more sensitive in this form. The kaiju was familiar with this tactic, as he had used it many times throughout his life. Young males of his species would roar as a way of issuing a challenge to an older male, to fight for dominance. Roaring was also used to scare away weaker predators that entered their territory. Apparently, the adolescent dragon was trying for the latter. Unfortunately, for him, such a tactic would not work on Godzilla, because the kaiju did not scare easily. Or, at all, for that matter.

Nor did he back down from a challenge.

The King of Monsters curled his lips back, giving Garble a good view of his sharp teeth as a deep growl escaped his throat. He then took a large gulp of air into his lungs, opened his jaws and gave the cocky dragon a roar of his own.

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEONK!!!

Garble was buffeted by the thunderous cry, the sound so loud that it ruptured his eardrums, and the strong air current accompanying it almost knocked the drake backwards. A minute later, Godzilla's roar ceased and Garble swayed uneasily from side to side. The high-pitched ringing in his ears was so bad that his vision was blurry and he had to concentrate on standing. So, naturally, he was unprepared when Godzilla pulled a hoof back and struck the drake in the chest with enough force to not only knock the air from his lungs, but also send him flying backwards a few meters, before haphazardly hitting the ground and skidding to a stop at the other dragons' feet.

The five remaining drakes stood there, completely flabbergasted. They looked down at their leader, who was gasping for air, and then they turned their attention to Godzilla, who was glaring at them expectantly, growling while poised in an aggressive stance. Finally, Chunk, snapping out of his stupor, looked to Pyro and asked, “I thought they were supposed to neigh or whinny. Are we sure that he's a pony?”

The blond-haired dragon shook his head, coming to his senses. “It doesn't matter what he is,” he said. “No one gets away with treating the boss like that. We still got him outnumbered, guys. Let's get him!”

As the others fell into attack stances, Godzilla snorted a cloud of steam. He pawed at the ground with his hoof, digging a small trench in the dirt, and then, unleashing another roar, he charged towards the dragons. The ground shook every hooffall, making it feel like a small tremor was occurring. At the same time, as he drew closer, the drakes also moved. Pyro, Chunk, and the bluish purple, heavyset dragon, Lump, positioned themselves in front of Garble, while the white scaled dragon, Frost, and the gray dragon, Soot, moved to help their leader. Once in position, the three drakes in front took deep breaths and unleashed torrents of fire at the approaching pony. Each flame found its mark, striking Godzilla in the chest and the neck. The kaiju grunted as the flames exploded against his skin, but otherwise, did not slow his approach.

When the fires failed to stop him, Chunk and Lump changed tactics and rushed to meet the stallion head on. When they collided with Godzilla, their combined weight managed to stop him in his tracks... for a few seconds. Both dragons' eyes widened as they felt themselves being pushed backwards. They dug their clawed toes into the ground as they kept hold of the kaiju-turned-pony, but they were still pushed back, leaving long, trailing claw marks in the dirt.

Seeing this, Pyro flapped his wings, and took to the air to get out of the way. Around this time, Frost and Soot, who had managed to get Garble to his feet, happened to look towards the commotion, and, upon the seeing the approaching danger, followed the purple dragon's example and scattered.

Able to get some of his bearings back, Garble happened to notice his underlings' making a hasty retreat. He then became aware of a growing shadow overtaking him; he looked up in time to see Godzilla suddenly rise up onto his back legs, catching Chunk and Lump off guard with the sudden maneuver. He then fell forward, planting his large front hooves into the dragons' chests, and he pushed them both down... right on top of Garble. Air once again left the red dragon's lungs with a wheezing whoosh, and his yellow eyes bulged as he was flattened by the weight of the two heaviest drakes of his gang and the humongous pony on top.

Chunk and Lump desperately clawed at the massive hooves to try and dislodge them, but Godzilla merely pressed down harder into their chests, causing a few ribs to crack, making both dragons gasp out in pain. All of a sudden, Godzilla was attacked by the remaining three dragons. Frost tackled the stallion's neck, using his claws to anchor himself before sinking his teeth into the flesh of the pony's neck. Meanwhile, Soot and Pyro and landed on his back, the former also using his teeth and claws to attack the pony's broad shoulder, while the latter used his flames to burn the skin on his back; since dragon scales were fire resistant, the purple dragon was not worried about harming his gray companion. Their assault proved successful, eliciting pained growls from Godzilla. The transformed kaiju pulled his hooves off the three downed dragons and backed up several steps before stopping.

While the drakes' assault was successful, it was short-lived, for now their enemy's attention, and rage, was now on them.

With an angered roar, Godzilla shook his head violently, dislodging Frost's jaws from his neck, and making him lose his grip. While the white dragon was able to catch himself and regain his hold, the flailing had moved him around to where the kaiju could reach him. Capitalizing on this, Godzilla leaned down, his own jaws open wide, and snapped them shut onto the back of the drake's neck. Frost screamed as he felt sharp fangs pierce his scales and puncture his soft flesh. Dark red blood quickly oozed from the wound, trailing down along the white scales. The agonized reptile unlatched his claws from Godzilla's body and reached up in a desperate attempt to get himself free of the mega-pony's teeth. This proved pointless, as the second he removed his claws, Godzilla swerved his head to one side, and when he swung it back, he released the dragon, sending him flying through the air, until he crashed back first into the trunk of a sturdy tree. Crying out upon impact, Frost fell to the ground at the tree's base.

First enemy dealt with; Godzilla turned his head to the gray dragon at his shoulder. Soot, having seen what had just happened to his cohort, quickly moved himself back, narrowly escaping the snapping jaws, and now he was near the base of the pony's neck, safely out of harm's way. Or so he thought. Neither he, nor Pyro, who stopped using his flames and resorted to slashing the charred flesh with his claws, saw Godzilla's large tail rise up and slam down on the two dragons with tremendous force. The blow stunned them both, but as the tail rose again, only Pyro was able to fling himself off of Godzilla before it came down again, hitting Soot a second time. The gray dragon fell from his perch and hit the ground, and a few seconds after, the drake wailed in agony as Godzilla mercilessly stomped on his back with his hoof. The pain of his bones being crushed overwhelmed Soot's senses, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Seeing the dragon go limp, Godzilla lifted his hoof and used it to smack the out-cold reptile away. Around this time, Pryo managed to recover enough to leap up and latch on to one of the kaiju's hind legs with his claws. The reaction was instant. Both of Godzilla's back legs suddenly shot up from the ground; unprepared for the quick movement, Pyro lost his grip on the pony. In the next instant, both legs kicked out, and the hoof nearest the purple dragon caught him square in his scaly chest, snapping several bones of his ribcage. Pyro instantly blacked out from the impact, his body flying through the air at a high speed before crashing into some bushes.

As his back hooves touched back on the ground with a heavy thud, Godzilla looked back at them in surprise. In his bipedal form, his feet had been mostly used for stomping his opponents when they were down; given his massive size, kicking wasn't really an option. Now, as an equine, it seemed it was much easier to kick, but what really surprised the Monster King was how instinctive the action was. Most likely it was due to his new pony form.

The kaiju's musings were interrupted when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned back around just in time to receive a clubbed tail to the side of his face. Stars danced across his blurred vision, and he was aware of the taste of blood coating his tongue, the inside of his impacted cheek cut by his sharp teeth. Though stunned, his vision cleared and he turned his sights on his attacker. Chunk, having recovered, stood his ground and growled at the massive pony, waving his tail in a threatening manner. Godzilla answered with a growl of his own. He opened his jaws to unleash another roar, but was cut off when he was suddenly tackled from the other side by Lump. Angered, Godzilla turned his attention to the bluish purple dragon and attempted to bite him, but the dragon had already moved out of range. Taking advantage of the distraction, Chunk moved in and swung his tail again, the thagomizer striking Godzilla's foreleg this time, causing the kaiju to screech out in pain; the strike didn't break any bones, but it was enough for the leg to buckle, causing him to fall to the ground. Not letting up, both dragons started pummeling him while he was down, Lump kicking the stallion in the sides and the head, while Chunk used his tail club to hit him in the back and along the neck.

Meanwhile, from behind his hiding spot, Spike looked on in horror. Initially, he had been watching with wide eyes and a dropped jaw as this large pony fought against Garble and his gang. Taking on a pack of dragons, even just one, single-hoofed, was unheard of for a pony. Sure, Twilight and her friends had faced a couple before, himself included during the whole greed-getting-the-best-of-him fiasco, but they never actually beat them in a straight up fight. And, the last time they dealt with Garble and his cohorts, they wisely ran away rather than get pulverized. Yet, this stallion not only took them head-on, he was winning.

At least, he was, but now it looked like the tide was turning on him. At this rate, the stallion was done for, and, if Spike didn't get away now, he would be next. The smart thing to do now would be to run back to Ponyville. But, despite the logical decision, the little dragon's body refused to move. He couldn't bring himself to abandon the pony that had come his rescue.

“Come on, big guy,” he pleaded quietly. “Hang in there.”

Back at the fight, Chunk and Lump stopped their assault to look at their handiwork. Godzilla's face and body were covered in bruises, he was breathing heavily through gritted teeth, and blood was leaking from his nose and mouth, staining spots on his beard.

“Hah! Not so tough now, are you?!” Chunk taunted.

“Yeah!” Lump agreed. “Hit 'em again, Chunk! Smash his skull in!”

Nodding at the suggestion, the brown dragon turned back around, lifting his tail club as high as he could. Just as he started to bring it down...

Godzilla's eyes shot open, and with a speed that belied his size, he pulled his head up off the ground, Chunk's tail missing it by mere inches. The thagomizer hit the ground hard, punching a small hole into the dirt. Before either dragon realized what had happened, almost as quick as a striking serpent, Godzilla lunged forward and snapped his jaws around the drake's tail, near the base of the club.

Less than a second after the brown-scaled dragon let out a “Yeowch!”, Godzilla lifted his head and craned his neck in Lump's direction, dragging Chunk off his feet and through the air. Lump, seeing what was coming, tried to backpedal away, but his reaction had come too late and was unable to get out of the way before Chunk's head collided with his own, knocking him to the ground. With both drakes dazed, Godzilla got back to his hooves, still holding the clubbed tail in his teeth. He then rose up onto his hind legs, pulling Chunk off of the ground. Meanwhile, Lump shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, and he looked up to see the towering pony over him, lifting his cohort over his head. The bluish-purple dragon could only stare in horror as the stallion quickly dropped down onto his front hooves and swung Chunk down like a make-shift club; time seemed to slow down for a moment, giving Lump a chance to see the terrified expression on the brown drake's face.

All he saw after that were more stars.

Spike winced when he saw Lump get body-slammed by his own companion, courtesy of the large stallion. But, apparently, the equine wasn't through yet; he once again rose up, bringing the semi-conscious Chunk with him, before pulling him back down and mercilessly slamming him into the prone dragon below again... and again... and again... and again. Each impact sent a small tremor through the earth, each of which the baby dragon could feel. While Spike was glad that his rescuer was back in control, he couldn't help but feel a smidgen of pity for his tormentors.

Slamming the now unconscious Chunk into an equally unconscious Lump for a final time, Godzilla saw a flash of red in his peripheral vision. Releasing his hold on the dragon's tail, the kaiju turned to see a recovered Garble lunge at him, claws swinging. The talons found their mark, raking across the top of the stallion's muzzle, eliciting a pained growl and a spray of crimson. Temporarily blinded by his own blood, Godzilla could do little as the red dragon followed up his attack with a barrage of claw swipes, leaving shallow, bleeding slash marks all across the large pony's neck, chest and upper forelegs. Garble's relentless assault lasted for a minute, until Godzilla suddenly threw his head forward, headbutting Garble in the face, sending the reptile to the ground.

Gaining a quick respite, the monster stallion used his hoof to wipe the blood from his eyes. Once his vision was clear, he glared down at the red dragon, who was writhing on the ground and clutching his snout, dark crimson trails passing between his claws. Godzilla moved forward to stomp on the dragon, but then stopped when he was suddenly blindsided by Frost, who had recovered from his collision with the tree. The white-scaled dragon once again latched onto the pony's neck with his claws and teeth, causing the kaiju to growl in pain and irritation. And, just like before, Godzilla flailed about, dislodging Frost long enough to grab him in his jaws. He whipped his head around and threw the dragon, but unlike last time, Frost managed to open his wings and take flight, clipping a few tree branches as he gained altitude.

Godzilla watched the dragon carefully as he circled back around in a wide arch. Once the kaiju was back in his sights, Frost launched a few fireballs at him; some struck the ground, while a couple hit Godzilla along his side and back. The kaiju winced, but did not take his eyes off the airborne reptile. The white drake tucked his wings, gaining speed as he made a beeline for the stallion, firing off more flaming projectiles. When he was just a couple meters away, Godzilla suddenly spun around, whipping his tail through the air and slamming it into the dragon's body. The attack sent Frost flying head-first into another tree, and at the speed he was going, his head actually pierced the tough bark and went through the other side, before the tree stopped his momentum.

Godzilla watched as the white-scaled body stiffened for a couple seconds before going limp, hanging from the tree. The kaiju then turned back towards the lead dragon, who had managed to pick himself up off the ground, still clutching his snout with a claw. Garble's eyes widened as he looked around at his gang, all of them unconscious. He then turned his attention to the pony – though, now, he wasn't so sure he was a pony – who growled as he approached the dragon, harmful intent burning in his large golden eyes.

“Wait!” Garble exclaimed, throwing his claws up in a placating manner; his nose was bleeding, and it looked a little misshapen from the headbutt, indicating that is was broken. “Please,” he begged, “don't hurt me! Have mercy!”

“Mercy?” Godzilla repeated, continuing towards the cowering dragon. “You showed none to the little dragon, and now you plead for it?” He snorted in disgust. “From the way you were talking before, I thought you dragons were made of sterner stuff.”

“Oh, that? I just roughed him up little,” Garble explained as he tried to back away from the approaching pony, but the large equine's stride was letting him cover ground faster. “I-I never meant to hurt him too bad, I was just kidding around. You know... just f-for laughs.” He tried to emphasize his point with a weak chuckle, which died in his throat as Godzilla now stood in front of him.

“I find your sense of humor... disturbing,” the kaiju snarled.

Giving an audible gulp, Garble quickly clasped his claws together in front of him as if he were praying. “Please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!” he frantically promised. “Please, just let me go!”

Normally, Godzilla would have ended this pitiful reptile's existence by now, but something stopped him. He could smell the fear coming from the drake, which was nothing new to him. Whenever he attacked Japan, or anywhere else humans resided, he could smell their fear coming off them in waves as they ran from him in terror, but that never stopped him before. However, now he was seeing it up close, in the dragon's wide yellow eyes, and he could see his body trembling.

Was this how humans actually looked when they saw him coming?

Godzilla felt his desire to inflict further harm upon the dragon lessen. After a moment of contemplation, he leaned his head forward, causing Garble to flinch. When the two were mere inches apart, the kaiju spoke in a low and menacing tone of voice: “Leave, now... before I change my mind.”

As transformed kaiju pulled his head back, Garble quickly nodded, flapped his wings to get airborne, turned and flew off without so much as a glance behind him. As he disappeared over the treeline, Godzilla let out a huff as he slouched a little. While far from exhausted, the fight had worn him out a little more than he had expected. Battling in this new pony form was going to take some getting used to.

“That was AWESOME!”

The sudden exclamation snapped Godzilla out of his musings. He spun around, teeth bared in a snarling grimace, preparing to face another foe. When he saw who it was, his expression changed to one of mild surprise.

“Uh, sorry,” Spike nervously said. After Garble's hasty departure, the little dragon, ecstatic that his rescuer had triumphed, abandoned his hiding place and rushed over to large pony. He had been initially frightened by the menacing glare that was directed his way, but now, seeing the giant equine looking at him in confusion, he felt abashed for having startled the massive stallion with his outburst in the first place.

Having recognized the tiny drake, Godzilla put on a gentler expression, and he slowly approached, so as not to scare him again. “I'm surprised that you are still here, little one,” he said. “I thought you would have been far away by now.”

“Well, I was going to,” Spike explained, absently rubbing the back of his head with his free claw. “But then I realized that I didn't get to say...” he trailed off when something over the large stallion's shoulder caught his attention. A small red object in the sky coming towards them, growing bigger as it quickly approached. Spike's eyes widened when he recognized it, and he pointed his claw and shouted: “LOOK OUT!!!”

Caught off guard by the small dragon's cry, Godzilla didn't immediately react, until he heard a swoosh of air and felt a sudden heat behind him. He turned his head, catching a glimpse of bright orange before he shrieked in pain as his head and neck were swiftly engulfed in flames.

Garble cut off his fire attack, continuing his dive towards the burning pony, and then he twisted around and delivered a flying kick to the stallion's temple. The blow knocked Godzilla off balance, and being distracted by the pain, the transformed kaiju was unable to catch himself. Spike barely had time to jump out of the way as the colossal equine crashed to the ground.

Not letting up on his assault, the still airborne Garble unleashed another heavy stream of fire from his maw, covering Godzilla in flames from head to tail. Once done, the red-scaled drake landed a few feet away, a sadistic smile of his feet as he watched the pony writhe, crying out in agony.

“Ah, the specialty of the day,” he said, waving his claw with dramatic flare. “Barbecued Bronco.” Garble broke into laughter, until he felt a sudden jolt to his knee. He looked down to see Spike angrily punching and kicking him in the leg. Annoyed, he grabbed the purple dragon by the throat and hoisted him up to his eye level. Spike looked back at him with angry green eyes.

“You jerk!” snapped Spike, beating at the claws wrapped around his neck, but to no avail. “Why?! Why did you do that?! He let you go! He could have pulverized you, but he let you go after you begged him to!”

“You are as dense as that pony,” Garble remarked, rolling his eyes. “That was just an act. I just needed to get away and wait for him to let his guard down so I could get the drop on him. Did you really think that I was going to run away from a pony?” He scoffed. “Please. The day that happens, is the day I give up my wings and my fire, and call myself a lizard.”

“More like a cowardly snake,” Spike spat. Garble's claws tightened around his neck, causing him to gag.

“You know, Spike, I'm glad you're still here,” Garble said, an sinister smirk on his lips. “I still owe you a beating for earlier.” He threw a clawed thumb over his shoulder. “And I don't think that your plus-sized pony pal's gonna save you this time.”

The younger dragon continued to glare at the arrogant reptile, before breaking eye contact to look over Garble's shoulder. A second later, he blinked, and then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. This made Garble's raise an eyebrow in confusion. It was then that the red drake noticed that it was suddenly quiet, with the exception of the crackling fire; no cries of agony, no thrashing...

Then the silence was broken by fierce growling.

Garble froze, overcome with a strong sense of dread. He slowly, almost mechanically, turned, and saw what was behind him. What he saw made his expression match that of Spike's, and his grip slackened enough for the baby dragon to slip from his claws and plop onto the dirt rump first. Neither of them noticed this, both stunned by the sight before them.

Godzilla was back on his hooves, facing the two reptiles. Aside from a few tiny embers still burning in various places along his body, most of the fire had gone out, revealing charred, blackened skin, all of his fur completely burned off. All of the wounds that the dragons had dealt him were completely cauterized, and what was left of his mane and tail was still on fire.

To both Spike and Garble, he looked like a raging demon-pony straight out of Tartarus. Which proved doubly true for the latter, as the stallion's bloodshot eyes were on him, his glare trying to physically pierce the drake's skull. With his fangs bared, Godzilla stomped forward. Panic quickly took hold of Garble as he took a couple steps back before launching another stream of fire from his mouth. The attack struck Godzilla square in the chest, but he did not falter, nor did he even flinch. Garble fired a couple more shots, but the kaiju gave no reaction as he continued to approach the red dragon.

Suddenly, the flames dancing in his mane and tail sputtered as there was a brief, faint flash of blue amongst the orange. A couple seconds later, there was another flash, stronger than the last, causing embers to fly off. The strange azure light pulsed, growing in strength and flashing more rapidly by the second. Finally, a particularly strong pulse snuffed out the remaining flames, leaving what was left of Godzilla's mane and tail glowing bright blue.

Both the Garble and Spike were, understandably, shocked and confused by this phenomenon, as neither of them knew what it meant.

Godzilla, however, did.

Recognizing the familiar sensation, the kaiju briefly smiled, before pulling his head back and opening his jaws wide, revealing the same blue glow forming in the back of his throat. While Garble didn't understand what was happening, he got the impression that it was bad. Taking a deep breath, Garble immediately unleashed a large torrent of fire at the stallion. Almost at the exact same time, Godzilla threw his head forward, a larger column of blue flames launched from his maw. The fiery streams of orange and blue collided, and they clashed in a battle for power... for a couple of seconds. Then, the kaiju's attack began pushing forward, tearing through the dragon's flames like tissue paper. Garble struggled to pour more power into his fire, but all too soon, he ran out of breath, and his flames snuffed out. Instantly, he was struck by the azure fire, the force of the attack knocking him to the ground and sending him skidding in the dirt for several feet before it finally ceased.

Snorting blue steam through his nostrils, Godzilla walked toward his prone victim, stepping past Spike, who could only look up at the ponified kaiju in shock and awe. When he reached the fallen dragon, he saw that the scales of his face and upper body were slightly charred. Garble was on his back, eyes clenched shut as he let out a groan of pain through gritted teeth. He opened his eyes, which widened upon seeing the giant equine towering over him, and he attempted to push himself off the ground, but Godzilla firmly planted his hoof on the dragon's stomach, pinning him down.

“Wait, please,” Garble begged, weakly holding his claws up. “Let's talk this out.”

“No more talk,” Godzilla replied, coldly. “You had your chance.” His mane and tail began to glow again.

Seeing that his pleading fell on deaf ears, Garble merely whimpered, “What are you?”

As the glow intensified, transformed kaiju answered the dragon's question, the light aura pouring from his mouth.

“I am Godzilla... King of the Monsters.”

He then unleashed his atomic breath upon Garble, the sound of the blast drowning out the dragon's screams. After nearly ten seconds, Godzilla cut off his attack. The red drake's entire upper body was now charred black, and his head spines, ear frills and wing membranes were all but completely burned off. Smoke rose from his body, carrying the smell of burnt scales with it. The pain was so excruciating, Garble could only whimper pitifully, until finally, after what felt to him like an eternity, his eyes rolled up into his head, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

With the last of his enemies out of the fight, Godzilla gave into instinct, throwing his head back, and unleashing a roar of victory to the sky.

Spike covered his ears, trying his best to block out the incredibly loud cry, the ground under him trembling from the sound. Even after the cry faded, there was still a faint ringing in his ears. As he uncovered his ears, his eyes never left the large stallion, who, despite being wounded and badly burned, still looked very imposing.

“Whoa.” That's all he could say. That was the only word he could think of to describe what he just witnessed. It seemed like the kind of thing you could only read about in comic books. Come to think of it, Spike thought absentmindedly, this would make an awesome fight scene in the “Power Ponies” comics. This guy could give Saddle Rager a run for her bits!

“Are you all right, little one?”

Brought out of his musings by the deep voice, Spike looked up to find that the burnt pony had moved away from Garble, and was now standing right in front of him. Large gold-colored eyes, which had been filled with malice and ferocity during the fight, now looked down at him with gentle concern.

“Uh, yeah,” the baby dragon replied as he picked himself of the ground. “I'm...” He trailed off, looking up at the stallion incredulously. “Am I all right?! I should be asking you that question! You were set on fire!”

Godzilla grinned, amused by the tiny drake's expression. “It's not the first time it's happened,” he explained. “And it most likely won't be the last.”

Spike was baffled at how matter-of-factly the stallion made that statement, as if it was a normal occurrence. “But doesn't it hurt?” he asked.

“A little... but I've felt worse,” Godzilla replied, thinking back to last night and his near-death experience.

The baby drake looked at the battle wounds littering the equine's charred body. Worse than this?, Spike thought in bewilderment. He then blinked, something catching his eye. Stepping forward, he took a closer look at a set of cauterized claw marks on the pony's upper foreleg, and saw that the wound was glowing a very faint blue. Spike watched, mesmerized, as the wound was slowly shrinking in on itself. As it did, the burnt flesh around the mark chipped away, falling to the ground, with light pink skin taking its place. Almost immediately, tiny hair follicles began to sprout up, covering the newly formed flesh with charcoal-gray fur. Taking quick looks at the other marks along the pony's body, the baby dragon saw that the same thing was happening with them as well.

“Your wounds,” Spike said, awed by what he was seeing. “They're healing!”

Godzilla looked down at his body, seeing that this was indeed the case. “Hmm, so they are. It would seem that I still have most of my abilities,” he surmised.

“Abilities? What exactly are you?” Spike asked, curiously looking over the massive equine again. “I mean, you look like a giant Earth pony, but then there's that roar, those teeth, and that blue fire; it's like you're part dragon. Are you some kind of hybrid?” he asked.

This actually made the kaiju chuckle. “No, little one,” he answered with a smile. “While I have been mistaken for one on more than one occasion, I am not a dragon. And, up until this morning, I wasn't a pony either.”

“Really?” Spike thought back to when the large pony first appeared. He had seemed surprised when Garble referred to him as a pony. “If you weren't a pony before, then what were you?”

“A dinosaur.”

“Dinosaur?” Spike tapped a claw to his chin as he ran the term through his brain.

As Godzilla watched the little dragon think to himself, his attention was drawn to the small brown pouch still clutched in his claws. “What is that you're carrying? Must be something very important to you to risk your life, protecting it from those dragons like you did.”

Spike looked down at the aforementioned bag. “Oh, yeah... I actually forgot I still had it.” He looked back up at Godzilla. “It's not for me, it's for Twi-...” Spike trailed off, his eyes widening in realization. “Twilight!” With everything that has happened, he had completely forgotten that he still had to bring the herbs to her. She was probably wondering where he was, as he should have already been back to the castle by now. Frustrated at his forgetfulness, he slapped himself in the head with his free claw, yelping as he accidentally struck a bruise.

“What's the matter?” asked Godzilla, confused by Spike's sudden mood shift.

“Twilight's waiting for me to bring her these herbs! I gotta get back to Ponyville!” Spike explained hastily, before breaking into a run. After four steps, however, he came to a stop, clutching his body with a whimper. Now that the whole ordeal was over, the adrenaline rush he felt then had worn off, and the pain from the beating he received had caught up to him... with a vengeance. He was sore all over, and every step he took sent a jolt of pain through him. In his condition, it would take him much longer to get home, as he would have to move at a slower pace.

“Tell you what, little one,” Godzilla started, seeing the young drake's predicament, “I'll take you there. You can ride on my back.” The purple reptile looked up at him with wide eyes. “You can have a chance to rest. And, if any other dangerous creatures cross our path, I'll be able to protect you.”

“A-Are you sure?” Spike asked concernedly, again looking over the pony's still burnt body. “You got hurt pretty badly helping me. I wouldn't want to be any more trouble for you.”

Instead of answering, the transformed kaiju merely dipped his head and grabbed Spike's back between his teeth, taking care not to puncture the little dragon's scales with his fangs. This action startled Spike a little at first, but he quickly relaxed as the stallion lifted him up, and gently placed the drake on his broad back.

“You're not,” Godzilla assured, giving him a gentle smile. “Now, which way to... Ponyville, you called it?”

Spike nodded and pointed in the direction he had been going before he was attacked. As the large pony started walking, Spike glanced at the defeated dragons. “What about them? They're not dead... are they?” he asked nervously.

“No,” the kaiju answered, not sparing a glance to the fallen reptiles. “I'm not fully used to this form yet, thus I cannot fight at my full strength. They are lucky.”

“Oh,” Spike muttered, a little unnerved. That wasn't his full strength? He cast one last glance at Garble's charred form as they left the clearing, trying not to imagine what could have happened if the monster stallion had gone all out.

“What is your name, little one?”

“It's Spike,” he replied, putting the troubling thoughts out of his mind. “And yours is... Godzilla, right?” he asked, recalling what the pony had told Garble near the end.

“That's right,” Godzilla nodded.

“Well, Godzilla,” Spike said, giving the Monster King a grateful smile, “thank you... for saving me.”

This prompted a soft smile to cross Godzilla's lips. “You're welcome... Spike.”

Not long after the duo left the clearing, the comatose dragons regained consciousness, one by one. They slowly picked themselves up, while those that couldn't move on their own had to be picked up and carried. No words were spoken, but they all silently agreed that it was time to leave the forest, cut their losses. Most of the groups' wings were damaged during the fight, so flying was not an option; they had no choice but to go on foot.

Pyro, Chunk, Lump and Frost were the least injured, and were able to walk on their own. Each of them had some broken ribs, while the white-scaled drake also had pieces of bark imbedded in his scales. Soot, having his spine crushed, was unable to move, and was slung over Lump's shoulder. Garble, suffering from serious burns from the monster pony's attack, had his arm slung over Chunk's shoulders, being half-carried and half-dragged.

The group trekked through the forest in silence, the occasional pained moan or whimper being the only sound made. About fifteen minutes later, Garble groaned, “I... hate... ponies.” A murmur of agreement came from the others. “And I never... ever... want to see another pony for as long I live!”

As the rest of the reptiles readily agreed, there was a sudden rustle in the brush ahead that made the dragons freeze on the spot. A few suspenseful seconds later, a creature stepped out of the bushes and into full view. And much to the dragons' chagrin, it was a pony-shaped creature.

“Oh, come on!” Garble snapped, waving his free arm in exasperation. “What did I just say?!”

“Hey, wait a sec,” Chunk said, taking a long look at the creature in front of them. “Something's weird about that pony.”

This prompted the rest of the drakes to take a careful look, and they soon realized that their heavyset cohort was right. The “pony” wasn't covered in fur; it looked more like it was covered in armor, which was crimson red. Its legs had various holes in them, yet it seemed to have firm stability. Its short, scraggily mane and tail, and a section of its back were a darker shade of red, and it was sporting a pair of bright red, transparent wings. It had a pair of white fangs poking out of its mouth, a reddish-orange horn atop its head, and it was looking at the drakes with yellow, pupilless eyes.

“Wait, that's not a pony,” said Pryo. “It's one of those changelings; those bug things that can change shape.”

“Why is it red?” Frost asked as the changeling in question slowly walked towards them. “I'd heard that they're usually black?”

“Who cares what color it is?!” Garble snapped, pulling himself away from Chunk and standing on his own, even though it hurt to do so. He glared at the approaching insect. “Beat it, bug. You're in our way.” The changeling did not seem to hear his words, or chose to ignore them, as it came closer. “Get lost!” Once again, the creature did not change its direction. Fed up with the pest, Garble shot a fireball at the changeling striking it in the face, which caused it to give a startled screech. “Am-scray!”

As the flames cleared, there was a small burn mark on the red chitin. Narrowing its eyes at its attacker, the insect curled its lips back, revealing it razor sharp teeth as it gave a threatening hiss.

“Uh, boss,” Pyro said, nervously stepping toward the red drake. “Maybe you should just leave it alone. We'll just go another way.” Garble whipped around on the blond-haired dragon, making him flinch back.

“Shut up!” the leader growled. “That oversized pony may have gotten one up on me, but I'm not backing down from a bug!” He then turned back to the changeling. “Besides, there's... only... one...”

His voice died in his throat when he saw that two more changelings, identical to the first one, had come from the same bush and now stood on either side of their counterpart, all of them giving the dragons dangerous looks. Multiple screeches drew the group's attention to their left; two more of the insects came from behind a tree. Leaves suddenly fell from above, prompting everyone to look up; a few more changelings were perched out on the tree's limbs, a couple poking their heads out through the branches. On their right, even more changelings crawled out the foliage, hissing and baring their fangs. Finally, the dragons looked behind them, and saw several more of the red-colored bugs standing there, blocking their last possible escape route.

The six dragons looked around in wide-eyed fright, they were now surrounded by two dozen of the hostile insects. Garble turned his attention to the first changeling that had appeared, the one he had burned. Gulping down the lump in his throat, he opened his mouth.

“Uh...”

That was the red dragon's famous last word, because the instant it left his mouth, the changeling screeched as it flew at him with lightning speed, before sinking its sharp fangs into his throat. The other two followed suit, one hitting him in the chest, the other in his stomach; the impacts knocked Garble onto his back.

A second later, before any of the other dragons could even react, the rest of changelings fell upon them. Given their weakened state, and the overwhelming numbers, the dragons were quickly brought to the ground, and they could do nothing but scream as the vicious bugs used their teeth to tear away their scales, getting to the soft flesh underneath.

As this happened, the changeling with the burn mark pulled its head up from the gushing wound in Garble's neck, licking the blood on its lips and fangs. It looked on as its brethren feasted on the living dragons. A feral, fanged smile crossed its face as it drank in the carnage and listened to the dying screams of agony, before returning to its still warm meal.

Chapter 4: Encounters and Introductions

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Chapter 5: Trouble in Ponyville

SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Twilight, Spike and the rest of their friends quickly covered their ears as they were assaulted by the force of Godzilla's bellowing roar, narrowly sparing their eardrums from rupturing. Over the years, they had heard loud roars from many fierce creatures, from Cerberus to an Ursa Minor, but they had not expected such a fierce cry to come from the behemoth pony. Granted, Spike had told them what had happened in the Everfree, and this wasn't your garden variety pony, but it was still a shock... and a terrifying one at that.

Fluttershy fell to the ground, giving a frightened scream of her own, but it was drowned out by Godzilla's. Applejack, having used both her front hooves to cover her ears, was unable to save her beloved Stetson from being carried away by the buffeting wind. Pinkie, being closest to the kaiju, got the worst of it, the force of the roar blowing her bubblegum tresses back; the same thing happened to her lips, being blown back to reveal her clenched teeth.

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, but was really just mere seconds, the roaring ceased. As the last of it faded away, the ponies removed their hooves and looked up at the grimacing Godzilla with wide eyes, some in shock, others in fear. The other ponies that were gathered had similar expressions on their faces. Parents grabbed hold of their foals, while others started taking cautious steps back, prior experiences having taught them that something like this was not going to end well.

Pinkie, on the other hand...

"Wow!" she exclaimed, overlooking the immediate danger. "Spike was right, you really can roar! I thought Princess Luna was loud when she used the Royal Canterlot Voice during Nightmare Night, but now-ooh, glow-y!"

Pinkie and the others watched with trepid fascination as Godzilla's mane, tail, and even his beard, did indeed suddenly start glowing with blue light, growing brighter by the second. The streamers and confetti stuck in his hair were instantly burned to ashes. The large pony opened his snarling maw, revealing the same light gathering in the back of his throat.

"No, wait!" Spike shouted, instantly recognizing the attack, and knowing what was about to follow. "Godzilla, stop!"

At the same time, Twilight, remembering what Spike had told her about this particular phenomenon, quickly ignited her horn. A second later, she, Spike and her friends popped out of existence, and reappeared a few meters away. Most them looked a little disoriented by the sudden teleportation, but didn't have time to dwell on it, because in the next instant, there was a bright flash of blue, followed by an explosion.

The ponies looked to where Godzilla was standing, to see a huge cloud of smoke had enveloped the monster stallion. The next moment, they had to duck their heads as debris started raining down around them. Some of it was clumps of dirt, the rest was smoldering fragments of various sizes.

"MY CANNONS!" Pinkie Pie gasped, gawking a damaged wheel that landed near her.

A few seconds later, the smoke cleared, revealing Godzilla. The ground in front of him was now a small crater of melted earth almost two feet deep and nearly five feet across. On either side of the hole, were the burning remains of the party cannons, completely reduced to scrap.

"Okay, I believe it now," Rainbow Dash muttered in shock. "He can breathe fire."

By this point, Godzilla looked up and spotted the ponies. He growled dangerously when his eyes landed on the pink pony, angered that his attack had missed. He stomped forward, his hair lighting up again. Acting quickly, Twilight summoned up a barrier spell, enveloping her and her friends in a purple, transparent bubble, just as the giant stallion launched a column of blue fire from his mouth. The attack collided with the shield, the impact sounding like a gong being struck.

The ponies breathed a collective sigh of relief, having avoided the same fate as Pinkie's cannons. However, their relief slowly gave way to panic, as cracks began to appear in Twilight's shield from the constant pummeling of Godzilla's attack. The alicorn tried to funnel more magic into the shield to try and strengthen it, but due to the continuous pressure from the powerful torrent, she realized it was futile.

Twilight quickly redirected the majority of the magic to the front of the shield to reinforce it, while at the same time creating an opening in the rear.

"Everypony... RUN!" she yelled, straining to keep the smaller barrier up.

Not needing to be told twice, her friends quickly galloped through the opening. The second they were clear, Twilight cut off her magic and followed after them. Less than a second later, Godzilla's atomic breath destroyed the what was left of the shield and hit the spot where she had been standing. While Twilight had managed to avoid a direct hit, she was close enough that the resulting shockwave sent her flying several feet before she hit the ground.

"Twilight!" Spike cried out as he and the others moved to help Twilight. Before they could reach her, they stopped when they felt ground beneath them start rumbling. Looking up, the ponies gaped in horror to see Godzilla charging towards them, his glaring sight set on Pinkie. Sensing this, the party pony gave a cry of fright, turned tail and galloped away. The others barely had time to leap out of the way as the roaring behemoth thundered past.

Quickly regaining her wits, Rainbow Dash got to her hooves. Thankfully, the rest of her friends seemed unharmed and were slowly picking themselves up. The group of onlookers from before had scattered and were running for safety. She looked in the direction Godzilla had run; he was hot on Pinkie's tail, and both were heading deeper into town.

"You guys check on Twilight," she said, turning to her friends. "I'm gonna help Pinkie!" With that, she flapped her wings and took to the air, immediately giving chase. As she did, the others galloped over to Twilight, who by now had gotten back to her hooves.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Spike asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I think so," replied Twilight, rubbing her head with her hoof. She looked at her friends, and noticed that two were missing. "Where are Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie?"

"Godzilla's chasing Pinkie into town, and Rainbow flew off to help her," Applejack quickly explained.

"What do we do?" Fluttershy asked frantically.

"We need to go after them, and stop this, before somepony gets hurt," answered Twilight.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Spike exclaimed, taking off towards town. He hadn't taken three steps before his body was enveloped in a purple aura and stopped in his tracks.

"Not you, Spike," Twilight said firmly, pulling the little dragon into her waiting hooves. She looked to the others. "Girls, go and help Pinkie and Rainbow."

"What about you, Twilight," asked Rarity.

"I'll get there as quick as I can," she replied as her horn lit up. A second later, she and Spike teleported away. Once they were gone, Applejack instantly took charge.

"You heard her, gals," she said, getting the other two's attention. "Let's get moving!"

In a flash of purple, Twilight and Spike reappeared in Spike's room. The instant Twilight set him down, the young drake quickly turned on her.

"Twilight, what are you doing?" he protested.

"Spike, stay here," instructed Twilight. "I'm going to go help the girls."

"But I wanna help, too!"

"It's too dangerous, Spike! Just stay here, I'll come get you once we've stopped Godzilla."

"Twilight, don't hurt him!" Spike pleaded, quickly latching onto Twilight's foreleg before she could disappear. "Please, this is all a mistake!"

Just then, there was an explosion from outside, followed by Godzilla's angry roar. Twilight looked at Spike sternly. "Mistake or not, I need to make sure that he doesn't hurt Pinkie, or anypony else for that matter! But I can't be worrying about you getting caught in the crossfire."

"Please, Twilight, just listen," begged Spike, tightening his hold on Twilight. "Let me try to talk to him. He might listen to me. Just give me a chance to try and calm him down."

Twilight paused, contemplating Spike's suggestion. He had a point, she recalled how docile Godzilla seemed to be when Spike was around him. Perhaps he could settle the giant pony down. She then looked at Spike's bandaged wounds, immediately reminded of how close she came to losing him. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Spike," she said, contritely, "but I can't risk it." She used her magic to gently pry Spike off of her leg, and levitate him towards his bed. As her aura around him faded and he plopped onto the soft pillow, Twilight swiftly turned and ran through the door leading out of his room. She turned back to see the baby dragon scramble off his bed and run after her, so she quickly closed the door. Then, summoning her magic, she cast a sealing spell on the door to prevent Spike from opening it.

Satisfied that the little dragon was secure, Twilight turned from the door, trying to ignore the sound of Spike beating on it while calling to her. She then lit her horn and teleported back outside.

"Twilight!" Spike yelled, yanking on the knob with all his might to get the door open, but to no avail. Huffing in frustration, he looked around his room for another way out. He beamed when he came across the open window. He ran over to it, jumped onto the windowsill, ready to fling himself out... only to gasp when he looked down. There were several meters between him and the ground, reminding him that most of the rooms, including his and Twilight's, were not at ground-level.

"Ugh," Spike moaned, carefully climbing down from the windowsill to the safety of his room. "I keep forgetting how big this castle really is."

...Moments earlier...

Pinkie galloped as if her life depended on it, which, ironically, it did. Suddenly, a shudder ran through her body, and, in response, she jumped to the right. A second later, a blast of blue fire smashed into the ground where she had been, tearing a hole into the dirt. Once again, Pinkie's Pinkie Sense had kept her from ending up a crater herself. An angry roar prompted the party pony to look over her shoulder while she ran. Godzilla was still on her tail, and, much to her dread, he was gaining on her.

Her eyes darted to and fro, frantically trying to find some way of escaping her enraged pursuer. Finally, they fell upon a small stack of hay bales. With a smile, Pinkie switched from galloping to bouncing. After three small hops, she bounced just high enough to avoid another blast. The shockwave propelled Pinkie through the air, towards her intended target. As she descended, she curled herself into a ball, took a deep breath before covering her mouth and nose with her hoof, and splashed down-literally-into one of the bales as if it were water; yet, despite cannonballing into it, she only disturbed a few straws.

Had he been in his right mind, Godzilla would have found the display very odd. However, in his rage-induced state, all he was aware of was that his prey had trapped herself. He skidded to a halt in front of the bales. Rather than using his atomic breath, he instead raised himself onto his hind legs, and, with a vicious roar, brought his front hooves down upon the stacks. The straps holding the hay together instantly snapped under his tremendous weight, sending several pounds of dried grass flying in all directions as they collapsed.

Giving a growl of satisfaction, Godzilla backed up a couple steps so he could look at the results of his stomping. He blinked in confusion when he saw nothing but hay scattered all along the ground. Where was the pink mare? Grunting half in anger and half in bafflement, the kaiju looked around for his enemy, but saw no sign of her. He dipped his head down and sniffed about the hay, trying to pick up her saccharine scent.

A few feet away, unnoticed by the monster stallion, a lone barrel jostled, and then it lifted a few inches off the ground. Sticking out of the bottom were four pink hooves, which preceded to tiptoe, quietly carrying the barrel away from the behemoth. Unfortunately, Godzilla caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he spotted the barrel, as well as the hooves carrying it. Growling loudly, he swung his massive tail, striking the container.

A high-pitched cry emanated from the barrel as it spiraled through the air. The flight was short, as it crashed into the side of a house. The wood cylinder shattered upon impact, revealing Pinkie, flattened against the wall. A couple seconds later, the party pony lost her adhesiveness, and belly-flopped onto the ground amongst the debris; the wall now sported a vaguely pony-shaped imprint, a few cracks webbing out here and there.

Pinkie lay there in a daze, her blue eyes spinning wildly in their sockets. A large shadow fell over the prone pony, making her blink, her eyes resetting. She looked up to see Godzilla standing threateningly above her, raising a massive hoof, which was aimed for her head. Giving a frightened yelp, she quickly covered her eyes with her hooves, not wanting to watch her head get squashed like a grape.

Suddenly, just as Godzilla brought his hoof down, a large rainbow streak flashed by, temporarily blocking Pinkie from view. That didn't stop Godzilla's hoof from thrusting through it, a satisfying crunch filling the air. However, as the multicolored streak faded, Godzilla was once again bewildered when all that was crushed was some of the wood from the barrel; again, his prey had disappeared.

"You okay, Pinkie?"

Godzilla turned to the sound of the raspy voice and saw the rainbow-maned pony, hovering in midair several meters away, holding the pink one in her hooves.

Descending lower, Rainbow gently placed her friend on the ground. Pinkie uncovered her eyes and immediately moved her hooves all over her head. "Rainbow Dash," she said urgently, turning to her hovering friend. "Please, tell me my head wasn't squashed like a grape?!"

"No, Pinkie," Rainbow replied dryly. "Your head wasn't squashed like a grape."

"Phew! Thank goodness," Pinkie sighed in relief, wiping her brow. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to eat sweets when your head is squashed like a grape?"

"No."

"Well, neither do I," replied Pinkie cheerfully, which had Rainbow Dash rolling her eyes. Both of them were startled by a loud growl. They turned to see Godzilla glaring at them menacingly, pawing at the ground with his massive hoof while giving an angry snort. Rainbow glared right back at him.

"Listen, you jerk, nopony tries to stomp on my friend!" she exclaimed, smashing her front hooves together.

Godzilla roared in retaliation before charging. Rainbow answered his challenge with a battle cry of her own, shooting towards him like a rocket. Her incredible speed helped her cover the distance between them quicker, and before the monster stallion could react, she had already spun her body around, and delivered a flying kick to his snout. The blow was enough to make Godzilla stumble to a halt. Capitalizing on her opponent's dazed state, Rainbow swooped in close and started punching him in the face.

"Take that, and that, and that!" she shouted, thrusting her hooves out in rapid-fire succession, striking the kaiju in the muzzle, the mouth, the eyes, anywhere she could reach. For a moment, her attacks were having an effect, but eventually, Godzilla snapped out of his daze, and turned toward the pegasus with open jaws. Rainbow barely pulled her hooves back in time before his teeth snapped together. Two more times he tried to bite her, but she was able to float back just enough to avoid getting caught in his jaws. Unable to take a chunk out of her, Godzilla glared at the pony as his hair started glowing again.

Recognizing the signs, Rainbow shot high into the air. The monster stallion turned his head up to follow her, spewing forth his atomic breath a second later. The nimble pegasus swerved to dodge the destructive heat beam, but Godzilla turned to follow her flight path, trying to catch her with his fire. Fortunately, she was able fly fast enough to stay ahead of the flames, until, finally, the kaiju was forced to cut off his attack in order to take a breath.

"Ha! Missed me!" crowed Rainbow, blowing a raspberry at her grounded opponent. The taunt made Godzilla's fur bristle, an angry growl emanating from his throat. Immediately, his hair started glowing blue again, prompting her to go on the evasive again.

Meanwhile, Applejack, Rarity and Fluttershy had finally arrived at the scene, and, upon seeing Pinkie, the three enveloped the party pony in a group hug.

"Oh, darling, thank goodness you're okay," Rarity said, relieved.

"We were so worried," Fluttershy added, hugging her pink friend tighter.

"Glad you're still in one piece, Pinkie," Applejack said warmly. She then broke from the embrace to look at Godzilla. Thankfully, the behemoth stallion was focused solely on Rainbow to notice the three of them. "I really wish I had my lasso right about now," she lamented.

"Ooh!" Pinkie exclaimed, reaching into a nearby bush. After rustling around for a couple of seconds, she pulled it out a coil of rope that was hanging around her foreleg. "Here you go, AJ!"

Applejack blinked at the proffered rope, before slowly taking it. She then looked at Pinkie. "Where did you...?"

"Eh," Pinkie shrugged nonchalantly, "I've got ropes stashed all over Ponyville. You know, in case of rope emergencies."

The farm pony stared bemusedly at Pinkie, before turning to Rarity and Fluttershy, who both just shrugged. After a moment, Applejack shook her head, putting the matter out of her mind, instead returning her focus to the two battling ponies before her. "All right, y'all stay put. I'm gonna help Rainbow bring him down."

"Wait, AJ, here!" Applejack's vision was blocked by a familiar Stetson that she had lost earlier. She cast a glance at Pinkie, who asked cheerfully, "What's a cowpony without her hat?"

Applejack opened her mouth, but promptly shut it again, deciding to not question Pinkie. Instead, she simply took the hat and placed it atop her head. "Thanks, Pinkie."

Back at the fight, Rainbow dove towards Godzilla, hoping to get some shots in now that he wasn't using his breath attack. However, the massive pony didn't give her a chance, swinging his tail to swat her out of the sky, forcing her to abandon her attack and evade it.

Catching movement in the corner of her eye, she looked to see Applejack now within a few meters of Godzilla, though the monster horse didn't seem to notice her presence. The earth pony was twirling a lasso over her head. Their eyes locked, and within a moment, a silent message passed between the two friends. Giving a nod, Rainbow flew down to where she was a few feet above Godzilla.

"What's the matter?! Can't ya reach me?!" she mocked, swinging around to tauntingly wiggle her flank at him. "Come on! I'm right here!"

This has the desired effect she was hoping for. Godzilla bared his teeth in a snarling grimace, a dangerous growl rumbling in his throat. He then pushed his forelegs off the ground, standing on his hind legs and putting his now open jaws within reach of the cocky pegasus. At the last second, Rainbow gave her wings a strong flap, lifting herself up a couple feet just as Godzilla snapped his jaws shut. A second after his teeth clacked together, a rope looped around his muzzle, immediately going taut.

With a mighty yank, Applejack pulled him backwards. Godzilla fell, slamming back-first into the ground. Before he could even start flailing, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were already upon him. Using a combination of Applejack's inherent earth pony strength and rodeo experience, and Rainbow's athletic prowess, the two were able to force all of Godzilla's legs together, so the farm pony could loop her rope around them. In a matter of seconds, both ponies had the giant stallion's limbs and muzzle tightly bound together. Godzilla struggled to break free, but the rope held fast and all he managed to accomplish was falling onto his side.

"Yee-haw!" Applejack cheered, bumping hooves with Rainbow. "That's how ya git 'r done!"

"You know it!" Rainbow crowed. She then turned to Godzilla, giving him a smug look. "Hah! In. Your. Face!"

The kaiju's eyes narrowed as he let out a muffled growl, renewing his struggles against his bonds.

"Bravo, girls!" Rarity said as she, Pinkie and Fluttershy trotted over to join their triumphant duo. "That was a superb performance!"

"Yep," Rainbow boasted, turning to her friends while rubbing a hoof against her chest. "It's all part of being awesome." This got a round of eye-rolls from the group, but before anypony could comment, motion behind Rainbow caught their attention, and their eyes to widened in alarm.

While Godzilla was restrained, his tail wasn't.

"Rainbow, look out!" Pinkie Pie cried, just as the tail started descending.

Startled by her friend's outburst, Rainbow quickly looked over she shoulder. When she saw the tail coming down on top of her, she let out a yelp, quickly covering her head with her hoofs, and closing her eyes. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable pain. After a few seconds, however, she realized that the pain hadn't come. She slowly reopened her eyes, and saw the tail mere inches from her head. Blinking a few times, Rainbow noticed that there was a purple aura around it.

"Rainbow Dash, are you okay?"

The pegasus looked up at the source of the voice and saw Twilight slowly descending from the air, her horn aglow. She looked back at Godzilla, seeing that Twilight's magic had encompassed the stallion's entire body, not just his tail. The monster pony in question was completely immobilized, except for his eyes, which were darting around in bewilderment.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Rainbow took a few steps away from the frozen tail looming her, before turning to purple alicorn as she touched down onto the ground next to her. "Thanks, Twilight," she said gratefully. "That was a little too close."

Twilight gave her a smile, relieved that her friend was all right. She cast a quick glance to the others, all looking a little shaken, but otherwise unharmed. The smile shifted to a frown as she turned to Godzilla, whose wild eyes were now trained on her. She cautiously approached him, stopping a couple feet away from his head, lowering her neck until she was eye-level with him.

"Look," she said sternly, "I don't know how, or why things escalated like this, but I won't have you hurting my friends over some kind of misunderstanding. Now, because you saved Spike, I'm willing..."

Whatever she was saying was lost on Godzilla at this point, as he was more focused on why he was unable to move. He noticed that his vision was filled with the faintest purple glow, the same light that enveloped the horn of the pony before him. Memories from a particular battle flashed through his mind: a blue-scaled clone of him; massive shoulder crystals emitting a bright glow that surrounded Godzilla's form, immobilizing him; being thrown through a building by telekinesis. These memories prompted the kaiju to double his efforts to break free.

"Hey!" Twilight snapped, feeling the increased pressure on her magic, as well as seeing Godzilla visibly struggle against his bonds. She poured more magic into her spell. "Stop fighting me! I'm not letting you go until you calm down!"

Her words once again fell on deaf ears, as the stallion's mane, tail, and beard started to glow blue again. The rope around his muzzle suddenly caught fire from the heat emitted by the lit facial hair. Within seconds, the burning coils snapped, allowing Godzilla to open his jaws a bit with a menacing growl, light pouring out from between his fangs.

"Twilight!" Applejack said alarmingly.

Instead of responding, the alicorn focused on her spell, grunting as she slowly forced Godzilla's jaws closed. A small part of her mind couldn't help but marvel at how he was able to resist this much. Her magic was strong enough to immobilize half a dozen ponies. Now, it was taking that same power just to try this one monster pony from launching his attack.

Suddenly, to everypony's surprise, the light in his mouth quickly receded back down his throat, and the glow in his hair faded to nothing. For a minute, they were relieved, thinking that maybe Godzilla had finally yielded. That relief quickly turned to confusion as they saw a faint glow coming from the center of the stallion's body. Confusion turned to concern as the ball of light grew in intensity and started spreading outward, until his entire body was glowing blue.

Twilight, meanwhile, had gone from concerned to panicked. As the light grew brighter, so did the intense pressure push against her magic. "G-girls!" she stuttered, trying to hold back the power that was building. "Get... back! I think... I think he's going to-"

Just then, before anypony could do anything, the light coming from Godzilla exploded outward, the shockwave destroying Twilight's field and causing her to black out from the magical backlash. She, along with the rest of her friends, were knocked off their hooves and thrown several meters, before crashing haphazardly to the ground.

A minute later, Godzilla rose to his hooves, his restraints incinerated by his nuclear pulse, and he let loose a triumphant roar. As the cry echoed, he turned his attention to the fallen ponies strewn along the ground; they were slowly starting to stir. His eyes fell upon the purple pony who had temporarily trapped him; she was still unconscious. Eyes narrowing, he stomped towards her, a snarling grimace forming on his lips.

Applejack, being one of the most durable of the group, was the first to shake off the daze from the shockwave. Blinking her eyes, her vision cleared, letting her see Godzilla making his way towards Twilight. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself onto her hooves, ignoring her body's protest. Staggering for a moment, she quickly righted herself as she charged the behemoth. Not far from her, Rainbow was next to regain her senses. Seeing the same thing as the farm pony, she frantically flapped her wings, getting herself airborne. She swayed a bit with the sudden change in altitude, but she shook it off and made a beeline for the stallion.

Seeing motion in his peripheral vision, Godzilla turned his head to see the two ponies barreling towards him. Seeing Rainbow was closest, he swung his tail in a wide arch. Rainbow, seeing the attack coming, veered out to avoid it. Unfortunately, she hadn't fully recovered from that last attack, so she wasn't able to fully clear his tail, which clipped her wing, sending her into an uncontrolled spin. She hit the ground with a couple of bounces. Godzilla then turned his attention to Applejack, his hair lighting up, but the smaller earth pony, putting on an extra burst of speed, closed the distance between them, and threw herself into his broad foreleg. The force of the tackle caused his leg to buckle, bringing his upper body closer to the ground.

Before he could push himself up again, Applejack was already introducing her hind legs, Bucky McGillicuddy and Kicks McGee, to his face; the power behind the kick was enough to make him see stars. The farm pony didn't stop there, delivering buck after buck to the stallion's head, intending to knock the stallion out. The kicks left bruises, light cuts on his skin, and even a few cracked teeth, but Godzilla had yet to lose consciousness. After nearly two dozen kicks, Applejack was starting to lose momentum. Having barely recovered from that shockwave, combined with pouring every ounce of strength she had into each kick, she was getting tired.

Finally, Applejack faltered, having to pause a moment to catch her breath. That was all Godzilla needed, because when she threw another kick at him, he was able to get his jaws open and snap them onto one of her legs.

Applejack screamed when she felt his sharp teeth pierce her flesh. She desperately tried to pull her leg free, whilst kicking at his mouth with her other leg, but Godzilla's jaws were like a steel trap; they could not be budged. With nothing impeding him now, the kaiju-turned-pony was able to push himself back up to his full height, pulling the farm pony off her front hooves. She hung from his teeth by her now bleeding leg. She tried to pull herself up, to try and pry his jaws loose with her hooves, but, seeing this, Godzilla started shaking his head violently from side to side, flinging the poor pony around like a dog does with a chew-toy. Applejack cried out in agony as she was flung back and forth, each jerking motion bringing a fresh wave of pain through her leg. If this kept up, her leg would be dislocated... if not completely torn off.

Thankfully, for Applejack, Godzilla's thrashing came to a halt, courtesy of a blue beam of magic striking him in the neck. He looked at the white unicorn who assaulted him, letting Applejack hang limply in his teeth.

"Release her, you beast!" Rarity screeched, firing several more blasts at his head, making him flinch. The stallion obliged her, roughly flinging the apple farmer aside. Applejack bounced along the ground a few times, leaving bloody splatters in the dirt, before coming to a stop. Moaning painfully, she weakly clasped at her wounded leg, not getting up anytime soon.

Godzilla turned his attention back to Rarity, whose sudden bravado was nearly squashed by the wrathful glare directed at her. She felt like prey cornered by a predator, which wasn't too far from the truth. Her inner pony instincts were telling her to flee, to gallop as far as her hooves could carry her. But to do so would mean abandoning her friends, and she wouldn't allow herself to do that, no matter how frightened she was.

Behind her, Pinkie was desperately trying to revive the unconscious alicorn in her hooves. "Wakey, wakey, Twilight!" she said, shaking her friend by the shoulders, while looking back and forth between her and the approaching behemoth. "We could really, really use some powerful alicorn magic right about now! Pretty please, with extra sugar on it?!"

As Godzilla stomped closer, Rarity swallowed her fear and kept herself between him and them, although she couldn't keep her legs from trembling. She kept her horn lit, for all the good it would do. She knew that she was nowhere near as strong with magic as Twilight, but she would do her best to protect those she cared deeply for.

Godzilla stopped a few feet before her, his hair starting to glow. He opened his mouth, the light building in the back of his throat promising death. He then reared his head back, and then brought it forward-

"STOP IT!"

-He froze, the light from his attack quickly diminishing as he found himself staring into a pair of intense-almost frightening-turquoise eyes.

"You stop hurting my friends, buster! And I mean now!" Fluttershy fiercely scolded. She now hovered in front of Godzilla's muzzle, unleashing the full power of The Stare on him.

Rarity heaved a sigh of relief as she let her magic fade. Godzilla had gone completely still, even his tail had frozen in mid-thrash. His eyes were wide, the pupils contracting to the size of pinholes, no doubt thanks to the effects of Fluttershy's ultimate weapon for misbehaving creatures.

"Whoo-hoo! Yay, Fluttershy!" Pinkie cheered, still cradling Twilight with one foreleg, while hoof pumping with the other. "Way to show the big meanie pants who's boss!"

"Pinkie, dear, please don't break her concentration," Rarity gently warned. "Just focus on waking Twilight, and I will see to Applejack and Rainbow Da-"

A sudden growl and a surprised gasp cut her off. She looked back to Fluttershy and Godzilla, and what she saw made her eyes widen.

Godzilla's eyes had narrowed slightly, and his pupils were slowly returning to normal size. His tail had started swaying again, but the biggest shock to the ponies was when he raised a shaky hoof, and took a step forward. At the same time, Fluttershy slowly floated backwards a bit with a small whimper.

"Uh-oh," Pinkie squeaked.

"That's... impossible," Rarity whispered, horrified.

By now, Rainbow was back on her hooves. She watched in shock as Godzilla took another trembling step towards Fluttershy, who bravely kept eye contact with the monster pony, even as she slowly retreated to keep distance between them.

"Damn," Rainbow cursed. "Not even The Stare is stopping him." She roughly tapped a hoof against her head, trying desperately to come up with a plan. So far, everything she and her friends threw at this stallion failed to keep him down. So, the only thing that could save them now, was to knock Godzilla out. But the behemoth had proven to be pretty tough, able to withstand even Applejack's barrage of bucks hitting him in the face. They would need something stronger to...

Rainbow's eyes widened, a smile breaking across her face as it came to her. "That's it!"

With that, she snapped her wings open, ignoring the lingering sting from the one that received the tail-whip. With a single beat of her wings, she shot into the air, and she immediately made a beeline for the clear blue skies above.

"Where is she going?!" Rarity asked alarmingly, watching as Rainbow Dash continued flying up, her form shrinking rapidly, until she was gone from sight. "In case she has forgotten, we still have a crisis on our hooves!" she pointed out, looking towards the still approaching Godzilla.

"Don't worry, Rarity," Pinkie replied. "Rainbow Dash will be back reeeeeaaaaal soon!"

Rainbow flapped her wings furiously, flying higher and higher into the sky. She cast a glance over her shoulder; by now, Ponyville was a mere speck on the ground below.

"Okay, tough guy," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Let's see how you handle this!"

With that declaration, Rainbow veered up, pulling off a couple of loop-the-loops to increase her already incredible speed, before going into a dive. Extending her hooves, while pulling her wings in close, she rocketed back towards Ponyville. Within seconds, she was surrounded by a growing cone of air.

Fluttershy did her best to ignore the burning in her eyes, which were dry by now, as she continued to stare at Godzilla. The large pony's face had regained its snarling grimace, but she still managed to maintain eye contact with him. She didn't dare risk blinking, otherwise the trance the behemoth was barely in would be broken, and then she and her friends would be in trouble.

It was well known by now, that the main effect of The Stare, was to overwhelm those caught in it with paralyzing guilt, making them feel bad for past wrongs they had committed.

What wasn't known was that there was another effect, one that affected Fluttershy directly.

It is said that the eyes are the window to one's soul. While using The Stare, Fluttershy was able to "see" into their soul, and feel their emotions, just like she was doing with Godzilla now.

Of course, the overall emotion she was felt from him was rage. It practically engulfed her like a beast swallowing a morsel. It was all she could do not to run far away, find someplace to curl up into a ball and cry. But underneath the violent anger, there were other emotions, one's that greatly contrasted with the overpowering feeling.

There was pain, loneliness, and... loss.

...

Recent loss.

This caused Fluttershy to finally blink.

She was faintly aware that she had tears trailing down her cheeks, but that was not her immediate concern at the moment. Godzilla, free from The Stare's effects, shook his head violently. While terrified, Fluttershy noticed droplets flying from the massive pony's face. However, she didn't have time to dwell on it, as her vision was soon filled with serrated teeth. The timid pegasus cried out, both of the frightening sight, and of the tingling sensation that suddenly enveloped her body.

With a quick mental yank, Rarity pulled her friend, who was now safely secured in her magic, away from Godzilla, his teeth snapping mere inches from her nose, and into her waiting hooves. The unicorn didn't have time to inquire if Fluttershy was okay, though, because Godzilla was once again focused on them, his hair began to glow. Rarity quickly summoned her magic again, preparing to do what she could to prevent the attack the behemoth was preparing to unleash.

"No!" Applejack cried, seeing her friends in danger. She desperately tried to get to her hooves, but as she put pressure on her injured leg, the pain caused her to buckle, and she fell to the ground again. She could only look on, helplessly, as both sides prepared to fire.

BOOM!

Godzilla and the ponies paused at the sudden, resonating sound. They turned their attention skyward, where they immediately saw an expanding ring of rainbow colors. Even in his enraged state, the kaiju couldn't help but stare in awe at the beautiful sight.

He was so entranced by it, that he didn't notice the rapidly approaching multicolored stream. What he did see, was a pair of cyan hooves as they slammed into his muzzle with incredible force. The impact knocked his head back, making him take several staggering steps backwards, a screech of pain escaping his lips. By the time, he was able to stop himself, a super accelerated Rainbow Dash had already veered around and was delivering another speed-enhanced blow to his body. Not giving him a chance to recover, she followed up with another, and another, and another, striking him on the head, legs, and body, multiple times, keeping him off balance.

Finally, after actually bringing him down to his knees, Rainbow pulled straight up into the air. After climbing over a mile in a matter of seconds, she shot a U-turn, leaving an arching rainbow trail behind her, and she gave a battle cry as she dove towards her dazed opponent.

"Okay, Spike, you've got this."

The young dragon repeated this mantra as he stood on the windowsill. He had one claw gripping the side of the window to keep his balance, and in the other, he held his basket. Being unable to escape from the room through the door, Spike's only option was the window. His plan was simple: jump and use his bed as a cushion for the fall.

Now, as he looked down from the dizzying height, he was having doubts.

However, the sounds of battle occurring in Ponyville helped strengthen his resolve. "Come on, Spike, you gotta do this! For your friends, for Godzilla," he reasoned with himself. With that he took a deep breath and leaned out the window. "Okay, on the count of three. One... two..."

Before he could get the last number out, a huge tremor shook the castle, startling Spike, and making him lose his grip on the window. He screamed as he plummeted towards the ground. As he fell, he quickly remembered his basket still clutched in his other claw. He managed get it under him just as he hit the ground. The combination of the impact, the height of the fall, and Spike's weight caused the basket to splinter into pieces, but it did its job of softening the little drake's landing... somewhat. Even with the cushion, the fall was still pretty jarring for Spike. He laid there for a couple minutes, waiting for the pain to pass, before pushing himself to his feet.

"Piece of cake," he groaned, gently rubbing his head. He cast a mournful glance at the remains of his bed, before picking up the tiny mattress, which was leaking stuffing from newly formed rips. "Don't worry, my friend," he sniffled somberly, "I'll make sure your sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Letting the remnants fall to the dirt, Spike set to locating his friends. He quickly spotted a rainbow-colored mushroom cloud over the rooftops a few blocks away.

"Definitely Rainbow Dash," he said. With a clear direction to go, he made his way to where he was sure he would find his friends and Godzilla. It wasn't as fast as he would've like, however, because of the fall, and his previous injuries, his movements were greatly impeded. Nevertheless, he hobbled as quickly as he was able, pushing past the pain.

He could only hope that he wasn't too late.

Twilight awoke with a coughing fit, the taste of dirt in her mouth. She cracked her eyes open, only to close them again as dust got into her eyes. Swiveling her ears, she could hear her friends close by, coughing like she was. She opened her eyes again, blinking rapidly to clear the tears that had formed. When she could finally see again, she saw that she was being held by Pinkie, and Rarity and Fluttershy were standing a few feet away, holding hooves to their mouths. In front of them, the air was filled with dirt and multicolored smoke.

"Wha...?" she croaked, getting Pinkie's attention.

"Oh! Hey there, sleepyhead!" the party pony cheerfully greeted.

Hearing Pinkie's words, Rarity and Fluttershy turned around. Seeing Twilight awake, they gasped and quickly came to her side.

"Twilight! Oh, what a relief."

"Are you okay?"

"Ugh... not really," Twilight moaned. Now that she was conscious, she became aware of the splitting headache she had. She gingerly rubbed at the base of her horn. "My horn hurts. Magical backlash from... whatever Godzilla did." Mentioning the monster pony's name reminded her of the situation. She looked about. "Where is Godzilla? And Applejack and Rainbow Dash?"

Instead of answering, the rest of the ponies returned to the dissolving smoke. A minute later, it completely cleared, letting them see the epicenter.

Godzilla was flat on his stomach in the center of a mini crater, his massive legs splayed out around him. His head was on the ground, and his eyes were closed; he appeared to be unconscious. All along his body, there were dark patches on his fur, indicating the multiple bruises he received from Rainbow's assault.

Sprawled out on his back was the pegasus in question, who groggily lifted her head to survey her handiwork. Seeing the behemoth out cold brought a triumphant grin to her face. She flapped her wings, dizzily lifting off of his back before flying over to her friends.

"My goodness, Rainbow Dash," Rarity said in awe. "You did it!"

"Of course, I did," Rainbow replied, her usual cockiness already front and center. "I honestly don't know why you're surprised." She set down on the ground, and she instantly gave a hissing wince. She lifted her front hooves, letting everypony see that they were chipped and bruised. "Though, I have to admit, the big guy's got some seriously tough skin."

"Hey, if y'all ain't too busy..." The group of friends turned to see Applejack still on the ground. "I could really use a hoof here." Instantly, Rarity and Fluttershy rushed to the farm pony's side. Working quickly, the former used her magic to rip some strips of fabric from an awning of a nearby vendor's table, which the latter used to make an impromptu bandage to wrap around Applejack's injured leg.

"So, can somepony fill me in on what happened?" Twilight asked, looking to Pinkie and Rainbow, while casting an occasional glance to the fallen behemoth.

"Do you want the long version or the short version?" Pinkie asked.

"Uh, the short?"

"After Big G did his 'explode-y' thing and you passed out," Pinkie started, "Applejack tried kicking him like he was an apple tree, but that didn't work. Rarity blasted him with magic, but that didn't work. Fluttershy tried The Stare, and it kinda worked, but not for very long. I tried to shake you awake so you could use your magic on him, but that didn't work. Then, Rainbow used her Sonic Rainboom and-"

"And it totally worked!" Rainbow finished smugly, flapping her wings to hover, keeping pressure off of her bruised hooves. "So, what now, Twilight?"

"Well, we should probably get yours and Applejack's injuries treated," Twilight suggested. "But we also need to contact Princess Celestia and Princess Luna and ask for them to come here, as soon as possible. There's no telling how long Godzilla will be unconscious, and we might need their help containing him."

"Twi, please," Rainbow scoffed. "I hit him, many times, using a Sonic Rainboom. There's no way-"

A faint, audible growl filled the air, causing the ponies to freeze.

"There's... no... way," Rainbow muttered in shock, slowly turning, along with her friends, towards the giant pony.

Much to their horror, Godzilla's eyes slowly blinked open, his golden irises locking onto them. He lifted his head up and shook it, another growl escaping his throat. He pulled his legs under him, and preceded to push himself up. About halfway, however, he grunted in pain and fell back down.

"Looks like the he's getting tired," observed Twilight, noticing that he was breathing a little heavier now. When Godzilla attempted to rise again, she tried casting a spell, but all she got were a few sparks from her horn, and her headache flared up again. "Ugh, it's no use. I can't summon any magic yet."

"Don't worry, Twilight," Rainbow said, eyes narrowing in determination. "Another Sonic Rainboom should knock him out for sure."

"Rainbow Dash, no! Your hooves-"

"My hooves are the least of our problems right now," she argued, cutting across the alicorn's words. "As long as this guy's conscious, we're in trouble!"

With that, Rainbow was off like a shot, flying straight up into the sky above.

Little did she know, Godzilla's eyes followed her as she took to the air. When she was gone from sight, he once again attempted to lift himself. His body protested the movement, but he ignored it, pushing further onto his legs than in his previous attempts. As he rose, the kaiju's hair began to glow.

Recognizing the light as a warning, Twilight turned to Pinkie. "We need to run!" she said. She then turned to where the others were. Rarity and Fluttershy were on either side of Applejack, supporting her body with theirs. "Girls! Take cover!"

They nodded in acknowledgment, turning as one, the unicorn and pegasus helped their injured friend move in the opposite direction of the monster pony. Seeing this, Twilight turned, and locked eyes with Pinkie. The party pony nodded, receiving the unspoken message, and the two turned tail and galloped away. The young princess looked over her shoulder and saw that Godzilla had risen to his full height, his mane and tail still glowing blue. But he had yet to launch an attack.

What is he waiting for?

A few seconds later, Twilight got her answer, when another rainbow ring appeared in the sky, signifying the Sonic Rainboom. Godzilla watched the phenomenon carefully, and this time, he spotted the colorful trail blazing towards him. Throwing his maw in the direction of the approaching target, he unleashed his atomic breath, and the column of fire collided with an unsuspecting Rainbow Dash.

The prismatic pegasus screamed in pain at the intense heat that had engulfed the front half of her body. Acting on instinct, she flung herself to the side and was able to escape the blue fire. Unfortunately, thanks to the Rainboom, she was still flying at a high speed, and she had closed her eyes to avoid getting them burned, so now, she was flying blind.

Thus, she was unable to prevent herself from flying face-first into the ground at breakneck speed, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

"RAINBOW DASH!!" Pinkie Pie screamed. Still galloping away, she stuck out her hoof, immediately grabbing onto a tree she was passing, and used it to turn herself around. She zipped past Twilight and made a beeline for the dirt cloud.

Twilight herself had come to a complete stop, but did not follow her pink friend. She stood there, frozen in horror at what happened to Rainbow.

Reaching the cloud, Pinkie twisted around and spun her tail rapidly, giving it the appearance of a pink fan. With it, she blew the dust away, giving her a clear view of Rainbow Dash... except she wasn't there. Instead, there was a pony-sized hole in the ground. Pinkie ran up to the hole; it looked as though it was several feet deep, because she couldn't see her cyan friend. She stuck her head in and screamed, "Rainbow Dash!"

All that answered was her echo.

Nearby, the rest of her friends, fearing the worst, quickly gave into despair. Fluttershy collapsed onto the ground crying into her hooves. Rarity covered her mouth with her hoof, muffled sobs escaping her lips as tears formed in her eyes. Applejack gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep herself from losing it. Even so, the earth pony was unable to stop the tears trailing down her face.

Meanwhile, Twilight remained rooted in place, numbly looking at the hole that Pinkie kept calling down. She stared at it, hoping for Rainbow Dash to emerge any minute now, letting everypony know that she was okay. But the longer she stared at it, with no sign of the pegasus, the more her hope began to give way to dread. What if Rainbow Dash was...?

Twilight tried to banish that thought, not wanting to think it, nor to believe it. After all, Rainbow has had more than her fair share of crashes and survived every time. But, this time, she had been flying twice as fast due to the Sonic Rainboom. Even if Godzilla's beam had slowed her momentum, hitting the ground at such a speed, there was a high probability that Rainbow Dash was...

She turned her to Godzilla with narrowing eyes. The large pony was lightly huffing, showing that he was still winded from Rainbow's last assault. The numbness Twilight felt before was soon replaced by anger.

"How dare you...?" she whispered, her words carrying an edge, like tempered steel.

The last time she felt such anger, was in her fight against Tirek, right after he cruelly destroyed the Golden Oak Library, her home. But the behemoth before her did something far worse than the evil centaur did.

He hurt her best friends.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" she screamed, inadvertently triggering the Royal Canterlot Voice. Her purple eyes glowed white, and her horn glowed even brighter as she summoned her magic. This caused her headache to flare up even worse, but she ignored the pain, her focus on one thing.

Her powerful words echoed across the area, gaining everypony's attention, including Godzilla's.

Before the stallion could do anything other than look at her, the alicorn had already launched a concussive spell. While it may not have been as powerful as when she had the power of four princesses combined, the blast that impacted against his shoulder was strong enough to knock him back a few feet, and tear out a small chunk of his flesh.

Godzilla let out a loud shriek of agony as blood flowed from the freshly made wound. Not giving him a chance to retaliate, Twilight flapped her wings and got airborne, already firing another spell. This one packed the same punch as the first, putting a bloody gash on the pony's thick leg and causing it to buckle. He was able to catch himself before he fell, but let out another pained roar as another beam hit him, this time in the side. Gritting his teeth, Godzilla pushed back the pain, igniting his own power and looking for his opponent. Spotting the purple pony in the air behind him, he managed to spin around and launch his own attack.

Before it could hit her, Twilight disappeared in a purple flash, the beam striking nothing but air. She reappeared behind him, and the monster stallion was quickly enveloped in her magic. Then, with a strained grunt, she threw her head skyward, and, in an incredible show of magical strength since the Ursa Minor incident, the bewildered beast was tossed straight up into the air. When he was several meters up, Twilight teleported again, this time appearing above Godzilla, and with her horn already ablaze, she launched another concussive blast that sent the stallion rocketing back down. He slammed into ground with such force, that it kicked up a huge dust cloud.

Twilight landed nearby, her legs nearly buckling. By now, the young alicorn was breathing heavily from using so much magic in her condition; it was a wonder she didn't pass out right then and there. Her eyes continued to glow, and she watched as the dust settled, revealing Godzilla at the bottom of another shallow crater.

A moment later, much to Twilight's anger and frustration, the monster pony stirred. He then slowly brought his head up from the ground and matched her glare with his own. His body trembled from exhaustion and his breathing was just as haggard as hers. He appeared to finally reach his limit.

This ends... now! Twilight thought with finality. Summoning all the magic she had left, she quickly gathered it into her horn. A tiny, purple ball of condensed energy formed at the tip of her horn, slowly growing in size. She saw Godzilla's hair ignite, but it was a dim glow that seemed slower than before. Most likely, his body was still recovering. Realizing this was her chance, Twilight concentrated, her magic gathering quicker in response. This, of course, caused her already painful headache to shoot up into an excruciating migraine, but she endured, intending to put an end to this fight now.

By the time she finished, the energy sphere at the tip of her horn had grown to the size of a beach ball. Believing it to be enough, she reared her head back and then forward, launching the massive blast at the monster stallion...

"Twilight, stop!"

...and at the tiny purple dragon now in front of him.

The light in Twilight's eyes blinked out, revealing her violet eyes, which were wide in horrified shock. Spike, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, had thrown himself between her and Godzilla, who now also looked shocked by the young drake's sudden appearance.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Twilight helplessly watched the energy she just unleashed barrel towards her little brother.

When Spike finally made it to where his friends and Godzilla were fighting, he quickly realized that he had been too late.

He saw Rarity and Fluttershy huddled around an injured Applejack. All three of them were crying in sorrow. He spotted Pinkie, who had her head down a hole and shouting into it. A couple seconds later, the party pony jumped into the hole, disappearing from sight. Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be found. He saw Godzilla standing, covered in bruises. And finally, he spotted Twilight, seemingly frozen in place, a faraway look on her face.

Then, Twilight suddenly screamed out, her voice reaching a level he'd never heard from her before. In the next instant, she was on the warpath, striking Godzilla with magic, actually making him bleed. To say that the little dragon was shocked by this was an understatement. Never before had he seen his big sister attack so violently.

Finally, he couldn't take anymore. He had to stop this. When Twilight started charging up a huge ball of magic, he started running towards her and Godzilla.

His plan was simple: put himself in the middle. He knew that Twilight didn't want him to get hurt. So, by putting himself between her and Godzilla, she would either stop her attack, or divert it away from both of them.

Logically, it was a good plan.

However, as he threw himself in front of Godzilla, arms wide in a shielding motion as he called to Twilight, he quickly found out that, once again, he was too late... for Twilight had already unleashed the magic.

Having no time to lament his mistake, the pulsing ball of energy quickly closing the distance between them, Spike pulled his arms back in, putting them over his head protectively. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself.

When the sphere impacted, it exploded in a blinding flash of light, forcing Twilight to shut her eyes. The shockwave that immediately followed the blast instantly knocked her off her hooves. She laid on the ground, temporarily winded, her ears slightly ringing from her close proximity to the explosion.

After a few minutes, she blinked her eyes open, her vision going through various levels of blurriness. When everything finally cleared up, all she saw was a billowing cloud of smoke in the place where she last saw Godzilla, and-

"Spike!" she cried out, panic overcoming her senses. Ignoring her body's protest, she forced herself onto her hooves. She was fatigued, and her magic was all but completely drained. It was a miracle that she was still conscious. But her own well-being was not her immediate concern. She watched on bated breath as the smoke began to disperse, both hopeful and fearful of what she would see.

When the smoke finally cleared, she gasped in horror.

Spike was a little confused.

Barely a second after closing his eyes, he heard the magic explode, and he even saw the flash through his eyelids. A few seconds later, his lungs were filled with smoke, causing him to choke. But he didn't feel the intense pain he had been expecting.

As he coughed to clear his lungs, he just barely heard Twilight call his name. The little dragon sniffed the air, noticing the smell of smoke was already beginning to fade. But there was something else he smelled that made his nose crinkle; it smelled like something was burnt. He slowly peeled one eye open, then the other, and looked down at himself, but aside from the injuries he already had, he didn't appear to have any new wounds.

It was as he looked around that he noticed the four massive hooves that surrounded him from all sides. Looking up, he saw, and recognized, the huge, charcoal-gray torso they were attached to.

"Godzilla!" said Spike, a smile breaking across his face. The young drake instantly surmised that the behemoth pony had protected him from the blast. "You saved me! Again!"

The response he got in return was not in words, but in a slightly gurgled chuff.

"Godzilla?" Spike asked, growing concerned. He then noticed that the giant pony's breathing was heavy and ragged. The dragon waddled out from under his protector, moving around to get to his front side. "Godzilla? Are you ok-" The last word died on his tongue as he gaped in shock.

Twilight's spell had left a huge, circular gash in Godzilla's chest. The circumference of the wound was roughly the size of a wagon wheel. The outer edge of flesh had been cauterized, while the center was still soft, gelatinous and gushing blood.

Barely able to tear his eyes from the grotesque sight, Spike looked up at Godzilla's face. More blood seeped from the corners of the stallion's mouth as he breathed, staining parts of his light gray beard red. The pony let out another choked chuff, more of the red fluid flying out of his mouth and splattering onto the ground.

"No," Spike whimpered.

Godzilla turned his head at the voice, locking his golden eyes with Spike's emerald ones. The little drake saw that the rage and fury was gone now. All that remained now was the calm and gentleness that Spike had seen before this whole mess happened.

A few seconds later, the colossal stallion cracked a small, albeit bloody, smile.

Then his eyes rolled up into his head, and, with a low groan, Godzilla keeled over.

Spike could only gasp in horror as the large pony collapsed into a heap on the ground.

"GODZILLA!!!"

Author's Note

Bet you guys thought that this story was dead. Understandable, considering it's been almost two years since the last chapter.

But as you just discovered, the story lives!

That being said, don't expect the next chapter to come out in a matter of weeks, because I haven't written it yet. I've more or less got it planned out in my head, I just need to type it out. But, I've also got a few other story ideas that I plan to start, so this story may take a backseat for awhile. Although, hopefully, not for another couple years.

So, I hope this chapter made up for the long hiatus. Consider this my early Hearthswarming gift to all of you... and possibly the only one this month.