Somewhere in the Canterlot Labs

Pain. Agony. Suffering. These were the words to best describe Neon Light's situation.

The once prestigious DJ had been reduced down to a lab rat. A test subject. Not that he had a choice to be here. Apparently, Blueblood got word he was producing songs that demeaned his image. Sure, they all pointed out how the ruler made his first-world problems seem like the basis for the next World War, but it was simply too much for the new censorship system.

Neon Lights had two options. Get sent to Starlight Glimmer's Lala-Land or devote some community service to Canterlot. The second option felt much more temporary and feasible. Nothing bad could possibly happen short of a few harsh words and disgusting chores, right?

Turns out, the staff forgot to mention he'd be subjected to gruesome experiments. Who saw that coming? Certainly not the stallion. They pushed his reflexes to the breaking point, punished him with sharp objects/refusals to give him food, and injected him with whatever horrible potions they were curious about. And what was this research going to amount to? Well, that would be asking Blueblood to actually innovate.

To add insult to injury, he just HAD to be ripped from his home kicking and screaming right before he and another fellow DJ could get it on. One of the few things that kept him sane was the image of her standing in front of him, ready to take their relationship to the next level.

Yep. Totally worth it. It was true he and Vinyl Scratch had a rivalry at some point, but it all boiled down to one big ruse. The two were actually the best of buddies since they met backstage. The two enjoyed their music, their personal areas of interest, and they even combined their own techniques to wow the crowd. Neon with his crafty stagework and Vinyl with her unlimited imagination in the music department. Her tomboyish nature also rubbed off well with him.

Eventually, she decided to lay the moves on him. She totally wanted to be his marefriend and who was he to refuse? She was not only a great friend, but also REALLY hot! And he was so close in making sure the two of them would make a different type of music, then (if luck was going to be a kind soul) they would probably get hitched a few years later and grow old together. Maybe pop out a few kids along the way. But that was beside the point.

You could imagine how pissed off he was getting as each day passed. At first, it was fear. Now, it was hate. So much pain...so much anger...so much...

"Just smile." He said to himself as he hanged naked from the ceiling. His arms were suspended by a tight piece of rope. "Just smile and let them have their fun with you. After all, you ARE weak. You're nothing to them. Just let them think that." His tone was growing more and more sinister with each passing moment.

He caught a glimpse of several other stallions being brought in against their will ("Was that Bulk Biceps?") before he saw the stallions and mares in their white coats enter.

"Alright. In the wake of recent events, I believe that we should test Find #12 on this stallion." One scientist said. "Perhaps a weapon can be achieved against whatever these...things are."

"Agreed." The other replied.

Neon knew what they were talking about. At least he had a T.V in the upper corner of his cell. He had to bear witness to a slew of monsters showing up everywhere. A voice in his head wanted them to tear Equestria apart for what it has become, but there was one area in particular that perked his interest.

A once pristine area that had been sullied by negligence and civil war. Vinyl and her pals even went there at some point. But that was REALLY beside the current situation.

"Gentlestallions...release the subject." The main scientist said.

Through the vent oozed a black gelatinous substance. The scientists focused intently as it slithered towards Neon. He started to struggle, knowing that this wasn't a good sign.

"You finally decided to kill me?!" He shouted as the thing was now under him. "GO AHEAD! It won't change a Faustdamned anything!" The thing started to creep up his hooves and then his legs. "I'LL COME BACK FOR ALL OF YOU! YOU WON'T SEE IT COMING!"

"Certainly glad to get rid of that one." One scientist muttered to his colleague. "He's been getting belligerent."

Neon felt a coldness around his groin as the thing continued to consume him. "Holy shit! It's the worse part of getting into a pool times 1000!" He remarked as his pupils dilated. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He could feel nothing the goo touched anymore. He did not feel pleasure. Rather...stimulation.

"Ha...haha....hahaha...." He began to laugh as his arms were overtaken. His entire body seemed to melt. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!" He couldn't stop laughing until his head had been engulfed. The goop then just fell to the floor. A bit bigger, but with no Neon Lights in sight.

"Huh." One scientist said. "Absorbtion, followed by complete and utter insanity. This one's a keeper."

"Surely, we can find an easy way to control it, right?" Another scientist asked.

"I dunno. Might as well use it for population control." A scientist remarked. "Just remember to bring earphones."

The group gave a hearty chuckle. However, the main one noticed something odd. The goo was starting to rise up. It seemed to be...molding into something different. Neon Light's cutie mark could be seen as it formed some legs.

"Gentlestallions." The main one said. "The subject isn't done yet. It's...doing something."

The body continued to be formed until it looked less and less like a stallion and more like...like...like...

The scientists, before they could get a good look at what he was turning into, gassed the room with the push of a button.

"Never hurts to be safe." One scientist remarked. "We may want to dispose of the subject before we-"

SMASH!

A hole was punctured through the incredibly strong window that separated the two entities from each-other. The scientist had found his head slightly pierced by whatever had made that hole. It was a large sickle made of the purest of metals. And the only thing that could have caused that was...whatever Neon had become.

A red visor shape suddenly glowed brightly in the gas filled environment. A sadistic smile of razor sharp teeth was also made clear. Neon, the owner of such an expression, had only two words to say.

"START RUNNING..."

Jalalabuck, Hoofghanistan

Galaxy was a good mother. Especially in these conditions. These horrible, horrible conditions.

Gone was the home she once knew. Jalalabuck went from a place of relative peace and prosperity into a stinking hole for the dreaded force of the Talibuck and IBLIS. Yes. Horror of horrors, they had heard of Blueblood's negligence and how he was dodging all the problems overseas. Even a few of them were outraged at the fact that their problems were never going to be solved.

They decided to vent their freedom/anger on every town they came across. No more would terrorists attacks be anticipated. They would happen en mass. Fire would smother the towns. Bullets would litter the streets. Blood would paint the walls. Tyranny would be considered the new government.

Jalalabuck was no exception. The surface world was hit the hardest. Everywhere, there were IBLIS camps and Talibuck stations. Each one represented the grim reality that help was NEVER coming. Any escape attempts were made futile. Any entry attempts were insane. The grip of fear had taken its hold on the populace.

The terrorists...had won.

Galaxy had lost her husband, Comet Ash, to these pigs. He had just got home from an honest day's worth of work before some IBLIS members decided to make an example out of him. Tellingly, none of them survived the sudden knife/fist/grenade fight. He had died protecting his family when they got caught in the crossfire. This brought no end to the grief she and her family were facing.

Her mother, Nebula, had been a beacon of hope for she and the children back at home. All night long, Nebula would babble on and on about how the "Great Beasts" were going to rise again and claim the planet under their semi-benevolent rule. It helped...a bit. Certainly for the children, but not exactly for her.

At least she had an extra helping hand.

"'Sup. How's the day been going?" A tomboyish voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"It is alright, Vinyl. It is just...I miss him." Galaxy sighed.

"We all do." The other mare replied.

Vinyl Scratch, knowing that things were going to get ugly fast when Blueblood took over, had traveled all the way to Hoofghanistan to make sure Galaxy and her family got to Ponyville safely. She was well aware that the local terrorists were about to come back with a vengeance.

What gave her the initiative aside from a good heart? A little letter from an old friend. But that's another story. Thanks to the current state of things, all she had to wear were her huge baggy blue/yellow pants, some shirt-less sleeves with finger-less gloves, and a tank top that showed off a bit of under-boob. All of which were blue/yellow. She also kept her trademark goggles in order to block the desert sand. To say the children felt a bit awkward was an understatement, but it was her idea to generously allow the rest of the clothes to them.

"I will not lie to you, Vinyl." The mother of many now had a smile on her face. "You've been quite a good help here. You managed to soothe the children quite nicely with your music."

"Well, hey. Even gunfire and screaming can't beat the sound of Daftpony." She smirked. Her expression now looked downcast. "Still. I do feel kind of homesick. Back when we didn't have to worry about a ruler with the IQ of a Snickers bar."

"I am sure you do." Galaxy placed an arm around her.

"Also, when are those 'Great Beasts' gonna show up?" She made air quotes with her excessively long fingers at that title. "I hope that means an entire Equestrian army with battle tanks up the wazoo. I've got just the tune for THAT."

"Nebula is a wise pony, but I personally think she is getting senile." Galaxy sighed. "Night has began to lose hope as well. I think she's trying to tell the others that her grandma's crazy."

"No offense, but I don't exactly blame her." Vinyl took off her goggles for a minute. "Why not think of a story where these assholes kill each-other over a spare piece of cloth? That would make my day."

"Now, now. Watch your language." Galaxy said. "Let us just...wait this out. As usual."

"Yep." Vinyl sighed, putting her glasses on. "Same old, same old."

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her pants.

"Easy! There isn't a belt around here, you know." She turned to whoever did that. It was Gale, the young gryphon.

"Ms. Scratch..." He asked, struggling with his English. "Can't sleep. Need song."

"Don't worry, kid. I was thinking about that myself." Vinyl smiled as she walked away from the window and into the bedrooms. She would be playing a soothing tune before they would all inevitably fall asleep.

All in all, the DJ proved to be one capable big sister to them all. Now, if only she was prepared for what happened next...

What Happens Next, Basically...

Yep. She wasn't prepared. AT ALL.

She and Galaxy's family were lined up along with several other Hoofghani residents. The whole underground was filled with the savages that took their land from them. They all didn't seem happy. Like they would ever be.

Especially not the leader. The one who had faked his death a long time ago. The one that lurked in the shadows and played everypony like a puppet. The one that did indeed go through a near-fatal experience, but was rebuilt. Rebuilt as...

ROBO-SAMA BIN LLAMA.

Horrible pun aside, the tyrant was still forced to be reckoned with. The only organic part of him left was his head. The rest was like a hunched robotic football player holding an electric axe the size of two street lamps. Oh, and the blade was made of massive machetes. Oi vey. The color scheme was red and black, as if the image of evil wasn't complete.

He looked around and yelled a scream of utter hatred. His minions followed suit.

"((Traitors to the faith! I hope you have found some solace before I purge you from our holy land!))" Llama cried out to the panicked prisoners. "((Some of you have been reading books we SWORE we burnt to crisps! Some of you allow the women to walk among us WITHOUT A MAN OR A HOOD OR BOTH! And one certain family has taken in a foreigner! DISGRACE!))"

"What's this guy talking about?" Vinyl asked in a hushed tone to Galaxy.

"He is preaching hatred. Oh, and I think he might be on to us." The mother replied.

"I'm scared, mom." Star shivered as Night comforted her. The other children were even crying a bit at the scene.

"Be strong, everyone." Galaxy said. "They cannot break us, so long as we have each-other."

"((YOU!))" Llama pointed to them.

"Oh, snap." Vinyl whispered.

"This the language you speak?" Llama shifted to mocking English. "This the language you've converted to? The filthy culture?! The accursed life?! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU ALL!!! The fires of Tartarus will burn your skin until your eternal soul feels the pain of pains!"

"Feel THIS." Vinyl stuck out her middle finger. This elicited some gasps out of the populace.

Llama's face turned beet red before he turned to his guards. "((Shoot them. Shoot them now.))"

Now, a line of IBLIS members got their guns out and prepared to fire. Galaxy's family held hands as they awaited their fates.

In that moment, Vinyl's life began to flash before her. All good times, bad times, friendships, rivalries, and all that sort.

Several ponies came to mind. Octavia...Galaxy's family...Frederick...Neon Lights...

This was it. This was the end.

"Uh, hello! I'd like to say something to the big guy in the kickass suit!" A male voice called out.

Everyone's attention was cast to the cloaked figure standing right behind the entire terrorist group that had arrived. "So...did I get your attention? Sweeeet."

Llama turned to one of his subordinates. "((How did the fucker get here?))" He asked calmly.

The underling couldn't answer that. Anypony who so much as tried to enter would face the wrath of a million deaths descending upon him/her. This...wasn't right for a foreigner to get here in a good mood, let alone in one piece.

"Just wanted you to know one particular fact of life. Something I bet you, Llama, are well deserving of hearing." The figure spoke again.

"Do you want to join the other foreigner?!" Llama shouted. "Be my guest, cocksucker!"

"Really? Cocksucker? I'm more of a mouth-to-mouth kind of guy." He replied. "Don't project your habits onto me, big guy."

If the audience wasn't gasping hard enough, it was now.

"Oooh! Sick burn!" Vinyl remarked. "I like him already!"

"He's so dead." Night sighed. "And his last words are going to be...that."

Nebula just smiled. Things were falling into place now.

"I can tell you one thing." The stranger edged closer. "I...am quite famous around the world. WAS famous, really, but known, nonetheless. Some of you remember my greatest hits. Like 'Bringing On the Light' or 'Shining Through the Fold'. Classics, I'd say. Then again, I'm not much of a bragger. I'm sure there's cooler beats here."

"Wait a minute..." Vinyl said to herself. "Those are Neon Light's hits!"

"That stallion you talked about?" Star asked.

"Yeah! And this guy's taking the credit!" Her tone was now aggresive. She pointed to the stranger. "HEY! Just who are you?!"

"...Is that you, Vinyl?" His voice sounded softer. "You're...alive? Well...so am I. Don't believe me? Ask me anything."

Something about this wasn't normal, but Vinyl had a good idea of what he wanted asked. "What's better? Stagework or autotune?"

"Stagework, but the latter's been growing on me." The stranger replied.

"...Okay. What happened last year at the New Years Eve party?" She continued, oblivious to the terrorists getting out some popcorn and Llama getting more and more impatient.

"We got drunk and vandalized a statue of Celestia. Had to undergo 12 hours of community service." He muttered at that part.

"One more." Vinyl said as she realized that the unthinkable might be happening. "What was the song that you never got to send to the public?"

"Ugh. Really? That question? Fine." The stranger sounded embarrassed. "'Nuke the Jersey Shore and Call it Care-A-Lot'. Faust, that one sucked."

"Neon..." Vinyl took off her goggles for a moment. "Is that really you?"

"UGH! WE GET IT! IT'S SOMEPONY YOU KNOW! WE DON'T FUCKING CARE!" Llama shouted.

"((Geez. Way to kill the moment.))" One of Galaxy's children, a dragon, remarked.

"((Agreed.))" Nebula said.

"You didn't let me get to my speech." The figure said. "Ponies are limited in what they can do, right? Sad, but true, I know. If I've learned anything in my short and crazy life...it's that the more you plan, the easier it is for those plans to crumble from some unforeseen circumstanceǃ Like say, assholes taking over the world. Unless you surpass 'being a pony', really."

"What do you mean?" llama asked, now at his last nerve.

"What I mean is..." A red visor glowed inside the hood and the ground beneath the figure began to catch a flame. A mass of flames erupted and consumed the stranger for a moment. And when it was done...

"I REJECT MY HUMANITY!!!!!"

Neon Light's true form had been revealed. It was like some kind of demonic jet-black cyborg chicken. The feet were large hooks and the tail ended in a scorpion-like metal end. The knees had spikes jutting out and the back had a large red/black 3-sail flying apparatus. The arms ended in massive sickles that already looked stained with blood. Another feature that was stained crimson was a hidden chainsaw in the chest. The head was the most disturbing feature. It had a large horn, spikes down the neck, a metal-beak mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, and the aforementioned visor. That of which brimmed with hate and madness.

"BEHOLD! The name's no longer Neon Lights!" The beast proclaimed. "Now, it's Ferrum! I pledge my allegiance to the monster army!" He gave out a salute. "But first...I think I'll continue my massive PUSH...by killing all of you pigs!"

He stabbed his own head with his sickles. "YOU blood bloated juicy PIGS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"So...that's Neon Lights?" Nebula asked as the other looked horrified.

"Yeah. His Cutie Mark's there, but..." Vinyl didn't have the words for what his friend had become. Insane? Yes. Evil? She would have to see.

"THIS IS MY WORLD!" Llama yelled as he stepped down to combat the rebel. "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME MY WORLD! PREPARE TO DIE!"

"Yipee! Battle! It makes me want to sing a song!" Ferrum started to do a Can-Can style dance. "Run, run, as fast as you can! You shan't catch me! I'm the Razor Stallion! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

And with that, their battle began...

...and ended because the author was too lazy and had to write an explanation in the author's note.

"Whoo. That was fun." Ferrum stated as the other terrorists ran for their lives at the sight of their mutilated leader. Chaos would follow surely enough. He turned to the citizens. "You guys got a place I can eat? I'm getting famished."

Instantly, they all made for the nearest place to hide. Sure, the tyrant was dead, but which was better? Him or a crazed mechanized hell-beast?

"Uh...thanks?" Vinyl nervously said before the beast just teleported right in front of her. "GAH!"

"What? Didn't you miss me?" Ferrum continued to smile like nothing was wrong. "Give me a hug, babe!" And he did so, thankful the chainsaw was tucked away now. Vinyl was still a bit freaked out. "Love the outfit!" He also said.

"Put her down, monster!" Night pulled the DJ away. "You're not going to kill anypony else today!"

"You honestly think I'd kill her? Or any of you guys?" Ferrum sounded hurt. "C'mon. I only kill jerks. Like those scientists that made me the way I am."

"You killed innocents?" Galaxy looked mortified.

"Hush. I'll handle this." Nebula got in front of the towering beast. "Lean downwards."

"Oooh, I love secrets! What's the secret? Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme!" He hopped up and down like a giddy child.

"Hmmm...I see pain. Lots of pain." Nebula deduced. "But I see a good heart as well. You wish to protect those who've meant dear to you. You are vengeance mixed with loyalty and insanity."

"Hey. Story of my new life." Ferrum shrugged before looking upon them all. "Whaddya say we go and grab something to eat? Be like, you know...a family?"

"...Sure." Vinyl gave a nervous smile. He was still nice, it seemed, but she was going to have to adjust.

Later that Night...

"And that's why you should totally get into the soccer gig!" Ferrum finished having a conversation with Gale.

"So, it not matter if I am Gryphon?" The child asked him with ambitious eyes.

"Chillax! Those boys down the street need a little diversity in their lives!" He patted him lightly on the head with his sickles. "I'd cut them open for bringing you down, but hey. Kids will be kids. They think that being big and strong makes them better than everyone else. And I know I went on that little spiel about going beyond, but I think you little guys are my favorites."

"Gee. Thanks, Neon!" Gale said, a bit unnerved by some bits of that, but encouraged nonetheless.

"Call me Ferrum." He reminded the youngling.

"Hey. Gale." Vinyl came in. "Bedtime. Me and Neon need some time."

"Okay!" Gale hopped down and exited. Vinyl closed the door behind her and set down her goggles.

"So...whaddya wanna talk about?" Ferrum asked. "And by the way. Neon isn't the name, like I said. It's Ferrum."

"Can't I just call you Neon?" Vinyl asked, cocern apparent in her voice.

Noticing this, he changed his tone. "Fair enough. Look. They messed me up bad. That doesn't mean we can't be...you know?"

"Actually, I came here to ask you if you still remembered that one night?" She edged a bit closer.

"Oh...that one where the not-so-nice ponies in white coats took me to their little not-so-comfy little home? Yeah." He nodded his head rapidly. "I also recall something before that."

"I'm sure you do." She got out of her baggy pants and thong, revealing her bright blue pussy. Ferrum's tail stood on end. "What matter is that one day, we can get back your sanity. For now...just work with me." She took off her sleeves and top. Her naked body was all his too see, now.

Ferrum could feel his tentacle like member creep out. "Does my appearance count as 'not-Neon-Lights'?" He asked as her face got close to his beak.

"Nah. You actually look pretty badass." She murmured. "There's also something else I'd like to ask you. Some of the kids here have been asking for another to hang out with them. Another kid."

"You want me to find a new orphan?" Ferrum asked, although he then realized what she meant. "You don't mean..."

"Yeah. I mean that." Her pussy was rubbing his cock as she wrapped her body around his tall frame. She whispered into where his ear would be. "Let's make a foal."

Despite this sudden behavior, Ferrum accepted the kiss he was given. His tongue clashed with hers as his sickles felt every corner of her soft flesh. He was careful not to cut her, though. As this sensuous display continued, his tentacle instantly entered her, crushing her hymen and ending her virginity. She screamed a bit into his mouth as this happened.

Pulling out, Ferrum looked panicked as he saw what had happened. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry! The blood looks nice and all, but I'm so sorry!"

"No...this was gonna happen anyway. Now, buck me and don't pull out." Vinyl stated, even as the pain was coursing through her.

"Let me fix this a bit." Ferrum said as actual soothing dubstep music began flowing out of his body.

"Dude...this song is, like, the BEST song to fuck to! You down, now?" Vinyl asked.

"Right down the rhythm." The cyborg stallion smirked.

And with that, his hooks shot out and wrapped around Vinyl. He stood up, wrapped his tail around her, and used it to assist in him thrusting into her after that. It felt like utter euphoria to her. Sure, she and Octavia had done...things in the past, but it never felt as good as this. His tongue licked her hips as this happened.

"Holy...crap...you're so tight!" Ferrum grunted.

"AH! Dear Celestia, fuck me..." Vinyl moaned as her insides were violated. She further stimulated as he began to lick her cutie mark. It felt like an orgasm before the orgasm.

A few moments passed and now the two were face to face. They were approaching their limits. They kissed even deeper than before as Ferrum unloaded into her. It felt like a concert had just finished its course inside of her and the wubs that violated her entrance felt like they were melting any thought besides hanging out with her lover.

Thankfully, after a moment of them panting and breathing, they regained their minds.

"That...was fucking awesome." Vinyl breathed.

"Yeah. I kinda impregnated you, though." Ferrum chuckled.

"We'll raise it here. I can always get tips from Galaxy." The DJ said before cuddling up to him. "Let's just...get some shut-eye."

"Yeah. Nothin' but family fun and some blood/guts tomorrow." He murmured.

"What was that?" Her eyes widened.

"Nothin'." He said before they drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

Theme of Ferrum:

Here are some things to know:

1. Most of the plot here is taken from the wonderful fanfic here titled "At Your Service" by Deyeaz.

Here it is for context.

1. Vinyl's normal outfit:

Really NSFW

1. If anyone wants me to type out Robo-Sama Bin Laden and Ferrum's fight, let me know. It just got too late for me, is all.

Up next, we find out where Celestia has been all this time...as well as the Monster of Monsters...