"My Town" (Fun Fact: "Make Equestria Great Again" was this town's original slogan)
Present...

Gigan looked over the horizon. The sun was setting and, as usual, it never failed to give a sense of beauty and wonder for the cyborg. 'Just think...' He thought. 'In a nano-second, this could all go away. Back to the blackness...no...remember the mission. Focus and you'll be oka-'

"You okay?" Night Glider asked, causing his head to turn.

"Yeah. Pretty much. Move along." He replied, a bit annoyed.

"Look, you're not from around here. I get that. Neither are your buds, but you mind telling us when you're gonna, I dunno, tell us what to do? We've been living under the thumb of Starlight for so long that...aw, who am I kidding? We're kinda lost." She confessed.

"Figure it out." Gigan dismissed. "Not my problem. Find a hobby or something."

"Without our cutie marks, we can't do much." She replied while running up to block his path. "We'd really appreciate it if you sought them out so we can truly be free."

The kaiju would have dismissed her further, but that actually caused him to chuckle. "Really? Fucking really? You're basing your self-worth on tattoos on your asses? Pathetic."

"They're what define us! I get why you wouldn't understand, but that was uncalled for!" She argued, more than a bit steamed.

"Listen, doll. I'll admit. You're better than the Black Hole Aliens in terms of venerating worthless items. They were asking a goddamned spoon for guidance when their planet was being sucked into the void. A freaking SPOON. It's a wonder how they managed to build giant robots and crap." He scraped his blades against each-other as he reminisced about previous alien races. "But enough about that. The point is, show some initiative. Just don't go too far from this town. The boss still needs you for...reasons."

Night Glider was still steamed, but she just crossed her arms and huffed. "Fine. Have it your way. I just...I was just thinking about the chance to be unique. To see if ponies can still be friends even with the absence of sameness."

"Okay, you know what? What did your ass-tattoo say you could do before?" Gigan asked, intending to end this dissension before it got out of hand.

"Cutie. Mark." Her eyes narrowed with each word. "Secondly, that's the problem! Starlight must have brainwashed us into forgetting! I'd give anything to figure it out! Although...I kinda remember somebody calling my flying skills 'swooper dooper'-" She quickly closed her mouth at that. "Shit! Forget I said anything!"

"Relax. I won't laugh. My parents were even more embarrassing, if you can believe that. Anyway, I get it. You want to be unique. All of you want to be unique. Well...go ahead." He shooed her with his blades. "Do something different. You're free to do what you will. Either accept freedom as completely overwhelming or use it to your advantage. Me? I'll just take care of mine while you take care of yours."

"...I guess." She supposed. "Thanks for not laughing. Party Favor wouldn't let me hear the end of it when I mentioned it to him."

"Yeah. Have a nice night." Gigan waved as she left for her house before he sighed. "Damn. How long did that Starlight bitch keep them under lock and key? At the very least, I'd rob a gas station with my newfound freedom. Oh, wait. That was me at age 7. Nevermind." Allowed entry by the Alchemist's force-field, he entered Starlight's house. "So, what did I miss?"

"Erm...our boss has news." Scrapeater said as they and the new guy entered the basement. Down there, the Alchemist was mixing chemicals and writing notes at the same time before he turned to them.

"Ah, my assistants. You are needed." He said as he stepped forth. "A portal has opened up in Ponyville. I want you, under cover of night, to enter and report your findings to me. Make sure you get back here before even a glimmer of sunlight touches the land."

"Sure thi-what the fuck?!" Gigan turned to the Alchemist's prisoner, Starlight Glimmer. At the moment, she was utterly worse for wear. Sweat was cascading down her body, she just couldn't stop panting, and her newborn cock was now sealed by a plastic harness that prevented her from cumming. "The hell is this?!"

"We'd prefer not to ask questions, morbid as this is." Scrapeater advised, though he too was disgusted. The New Guy just stared at this under his hood.

"Help...me..." Starlight pleaded as she started to thrust her hips again. "I need...pussy...or something...let me cum! Please! I can't take anymore!" She started to cry now. "I'm sorry! I'll tell you anything! ANYTHING! Just let me cum!"

"You think we should...you know? I know she's a bitch, but-"

"No." The Alchemist silenced Gigan. "After I allow her to release for a few more hours, I shall continue to study the effects my Incubus serum has on Equestrians. She's a prime candidate, due to her magic. Now, the mission briefing. You three shall enter this new realm with your disguises..." He handed a disc to each of the three. "Now, go forth and study hard. Especially you, Scrapeater. It might actually increase your intellect, if only by a pinch."

The Insecticon growled, but complied. "If only I had a hive..." He muttered. "TRANSFORM!" With that, he transformed into a large Hercules beetle machine and flew off.

"Does he have to keep doing that? Hmph. Cybertronians." Gigan shrugged before the New Guy suddenly took off into the sky. "You can fly?! Augh. Learn something everyday." With that, he took to the skies, as well.

"As for you..." The Alchemist grabbed another Incubus vial and walked over to his prisoner. "I simply cannot wait to try out the other vials on other inhabitants. Still, you should be happy. Feel free to release after this." He poured the contents down her gaping mouth and pressed a button on his remote control, releasing her cock.

"AHHHHHHH!" Starlight screamed as she came all over the floor. "Finally! Thank you! Thank you so mu...oooohhhh..." She groaned as the serum started to take effect even more. From her pussy underneath her cock came another cock. "Not another one...." She moaned. "I'm...I'm a monster..."

"No. But, from previous experiences, I suppose you'll have the intellect of one come morning. We'll see, though. We'll see." The Alchemist turned away. "For now, I'll just let my security cameras record the results while I head to bed. Early to bed, early to rise, makes one healthy, wealthy, and...well, I'm already wise, so that's redundant."

"No...come bahaaaaaaa!" She ejaculated once more, but with two cocks this time. "No more..." She started to feel her eyes droop. "Make it...stop..."

Outside, Party Favor swore he heard something from Starlight's house, but he dismissed it as he allowed Diamond to plow into him a seventh time.

"Oooh, Celestia! Fill my balloon up, Diamond! Fill 'er up!" He moaned.

"Dude, really?" Even the white stallion was perplexed by that quote. He still continued to cum into his lover anyway.

Amorous Nightclub (Where the purpose of this fanfic can officially begin)
Present...

"Well, girls. This is it." Twilight said as she and her friends stepped forth. Sure, they got a few stares here and there, but they didn't stick out like sore thumbs. "Seems pretty inviting."

"Hey, Dash." Gilda said as she stepped forth. "Thanks for inviting me. This should be interesting."

"No prob." Dash gave her avian friend a fistbump. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find a nice chick or hunk to protect you from those big bad griffons back at home." She teased that last part.

"Don't even go there." Gilda crossed her arms, not amused.

"Did you have to dress up like that, Rares?" Applejack turned her head to her marefriend, whom was dressed in incredibly tight sweats and a silk shirt that exposed her purple bra. "Not that I'm complainin' or anythin'."

"Now, now. You and I can have some fun after this later, but for now, I wish to just try this out. At the very least, it's far more conservative than what Pinkie's wearing." The seamstress pointed to the party pony, whom was wearing fishnet stockings, a thong, and an extremely tiny bra that only covered her perky nipples.

"What? It's my party suit! Remember?" Pinkie tilted 45 degrees towards Dash. "Remeeeeeeember?"

"Yeah. Crazy night. Almost got arrested." Dash chuckled. "Good times."

"Um, can I just...wait outside?" Fluttershy spoke up.

"Relax. Both guys AND gals come here." Gilda said. "If you don't want the D, just come for the P. No, wait. That came out wrong."

"I'm sure it did." Twilight said, trying to reign in Spike as she said this. "Let's just enter in an orderly fashion. We're trying to greet the locals, not exchange fluids."

"Are you kidding? Name ONE resident in our world living in celibacy!" Spike said as he looked upon all the hunky guys.

"Can we focus?!" Twilight narrowed her eyes before calming. "Sorry. Let's just go."

"Living as a virgin. Truly, a fate worse than death." Dash sighed. "Last I've heard, she doesn't even like pussy. Talk about narrowing down your options."

"She's got a point, though. Let's stop stalling and start moving." Gilda said as she headed towards the entrance.

"Oh, hey. It's you gals, again. And guy." Kane said as he allowed them entry. "Don't worry about it. You're good in my book...for now."

"Ooooh! Ominous!" Pinkie said before quickly darting in.

"And she's off." Applejack snarked.

"Guess what? She's not alone there!" Spike said as he also darted in. "Who's ready to hit the dance floor, guys?!" He called out.

"I wouldn't expect anything less. Then again, now's the time for fun!" Rarity said as she strutted in.

"Ah, shucks." Her companion sighed before following. Pretty soon, they were all in.

However, little did they know, they were being watched from the shadows.

"Alright. Ready?" Gigan asked his compatriots as they got out their discs.

"Ready." Scrapeater replied, speaking for the New Guy, as well.

"Good. And, New Guy, lose the hood after this. We're trying to observe, not get kicked out of the vicinity of every high school imaginable." The kaiju warned before pressing the center button on his disc. "Here goes nothing."

In a flash of light, the three were transformed in an instant. Gigan now was a reasonably fit wolf with black fur and leather clothes, complete with knuckle braces. He had his signature visor, just as eye-wear, though. Scrapeater turned into a black bear with a sweater and jean-shorts. The New Guy was wearing a yellow jacket that covered his entire face, as if he were preparing for an incoming storm.

"Seriously?!" Gigan groaned at the New Guy. "You're still hiding your face?! What?! Did you get chemicals splashed onto it or something?! Will it drive me mad?! I've hung out with King Ghidorah, for crying out loud! I'm pretty sure I can take it!"

"Can we get on with the mission, now?!" Scrapeater growled. "This disguise is making me feel vastly uncomfortable."

"Ugh. Fine. Let's just hope this doesn't blow up in our faces." Gigan concurred as they walked over to Kane. "Hey, bud. We'd like entry."

"Sorry, you're not on the list." Kane crossed his arms. "Sorry, boys."

"You dare refuse us?" Scrapeater extended his claws. They may have not been his Insecticon one, but bear claws were bear claws.

The New Guy simply rose his arm and clocked Kane on his neck, knocking him out cold. Anybody who would have been watching was too busy texting/talking/ogling.

"Eh. I could have done that. Nice work, though." Gigan shrugged. "Let's head in."

And so, both heroes and (sorta) villains had entered. What else would you expect from your average ordinary nightclub? It was large, spacious, had a host of rooms (especially private ones), blared bland dubstep, and was covered head to toe in people dancing/flirting/stripping/drinking/all four at the same time. Yep. Nothing much.

Twilight Sparkle, taking note of this, was just exploring the area, separating herself from the group. She mentally felt like kicking herself for letting Spike out of her sight, but he was a big dragon. No longer was he the baby she once knew. He could make his own decisions. Then again, there'd be Tartarus to pay if Spike got even one STD. Whoever gave him that would never see the light of day again (probably).

She diverted herself from her sentimentality as she entered one of the many rooms in the area. Much to her surprise (and interest), this room's residents were enthralled by a canine stripper with a tail that appeared to be sentient and carnivorous at that.

"Hey. Take a picture. It'll last longer." The stripper smirked as she swung her thick hips in the alicorn's direction. The tail just smiled as well and licked its lips with its yellow tongue.

"Maybe another night." Twilight politely replied as she headed up the stairs. As she continued on her way, she was suddenly stopped by the arm of an skimpy redhead avian-horse hybrid (basically, a regular avian with a horse tail). He looked rather smug as he examined her.

"Can I help you?" Twilight asked, ready to use her magic in case this was going where she thought it was. Back in Ponyville, it was considered suicide to force yourself on a princess (unless it was Celestia, whom would show that peon such a good time that it could traumatize even the most experienced stallion/mare). Even the usual mare could have an ability that could come close to a well-deserved castration.

"Hey! Zenith! This that alien girl you met?" He asked to a familiar face. It was Zenith, the green/black dragon bouncer that had greeted her into this new world.

"Rose, might I ask what you're doing?" He asked, his arms crossed. Twilight had to admire how professional he looked, despite the possible obscene scenarios of what on behind closed doors here.

"Nothing much. Just the start of a little game." Rose replied. Twilight still stood around as he leaned into the larger male's chest and started whispering things. She could see that this Rose fellow was obviously attracted to the dragon, but whatever he was filling his head with was...suggestive, to say the least.

"Eh. Fair enough." Zenith turned to her, coughing before speaking. "Oh, hey. It's you again. I recognized you when I saw that usual cute look of yours."

Despite his stilted delivery, Twilight felt a small blush at that. "Thank you, Zenith. I brought my friends over, as promised. They seem to be behaving themselves nicely enough. Even Pinkie. I hope."

"Yeah, me too. But enough about them. How about you?" He smirked as his almost hypnotic green eyes bored into Twilight's own. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. "Give me a sec." He turned to the guy next to him. "So, Rose? This is kinda new, you picking out a girl and all, but is she also what we're looking for?"

That part confused her a bit. The one they've been looking for? She stepped back a bit as they started to converse. "Yeah, she's cute and all, but remember who's number one here." Rose replied. "It's just that a girl makes a perfect 'number two' in any relationship. Literally and figuratively."

That last part made her wince. What the heck was this jackass talking about? Did he just compare her to excrement AND some kind of rebound-girl or something? "You mind explaining what that was about?" Twilight raised an eyebrow, very much not amused.

"Oh...oh, gee." Zenith's face looked rather guilty now as he scratched the back of his neck. "I think this warrants an explanation. I don't usually do that, but-"

"Let me handle this, darling." Rose butted in. "To be blunt, we're looking for a third party to make tonight even more...fun." He smirked even more at the thought. "Usually, we invite only cute guys, but I guess some experimenting is in order. So, up for a lil' romp? Probably the first one in your entire life, at that? One rule, though. You're cleaning up any messes we make. Wink, wink."

Zenith's cocky smirk ended for a bit, taking on a sullen look, before snapping back to normal when she made eye contact. "Um...yeah. How about it?"

Despite the promise of losing her virginity at long last, she knew the right answer. This was already looking like the set-up of a bad situation, so why make it worse? "Sorry, boys. I appreciate the offer, but I'm going to have to decline. Thanks anyway, though."

Rose's cheeky expression utterly fell. Now, he was glaring at his companion. "Are you fucking serious?! Zenith, you said you had 'charm' AND you've met this chick before, evidently! You just HAD to waste my time, didn't you?"

"But, Rose-"

"I don't wanna hear it!" Rose took a sip out of some soda from his pocket before tossing the rest of the contents on the dragon's shirt. "I'm gonna hang out with Zack and don't you bother coming. Ciao, bitches!" With that, he left.

Twilight was no stranger to watching couples argue and it was just as awkward right now as it was then. Zenith, however, had at least a small smile when he turned to her. It was obvious he was doing his best to compose himself, though. He looked quite down and no longer as cocky as he made himself out to be.

"Hey, I'm really, really, REALLY sorry about that. You didn't have to see what just happened." He apologized. "Mind if I buy you a free drink? I'm thinking about throwing in the towel for tonight afterwards."

"It's okay. I don't drink." She replied before walking up to him. "However, it would be my pleasure to spend at least a few moments with you. I don't sense any malicious intent within you, anyway."

"Wait. You can look inside my soul with your magic?" Zenith asked, intrigued as he sat down with her.

"You didn't call me 'number two'. That's why." She joked a bit.

"Yep." He replied. "So...it's just really nice that you, an official with power over magic itself, to be hanging out with a stranger like me." His expression fell for a bit. "So, uh, thanks. You wanna talk about, well, stuff? I'll listen."

"Well..." Twilight was nervous, as well. She had basically zero experience talking with guys like these, especially in an atmosphere like this. Let's just say interviews with Twilight tend to lead to plenty of notes being flung into the air and some stuttering. "We're not strangers anymore. So, please. Tell me a bit about yourself."

"Aw, thanks." He bucked up after that. "Well, for starters, I've been a bouncer of this establishment for quite some time. I've seen my share of crazy shit. You know, fights, breakups, orgies, and that one incident that almost resulted in a robbery."

"Wait a minute. Orgies?" Twilight's ears stood up at that. Her concern for her friends had come, in case such an event were to take place. Wasn't unlikely, given the...well, you get the idea.

"Don't worry. Takes me only a minute to put an end to one. Your friends should be fine." The dragon replied, content as Twilight's ears stopped tensing. "Anyway, about that robbery. Sure, they had a few switchblades and the VIPs they targeted froze like a deer herd in the headlights, but me and another bouncer took care of it with no problem. That time in law enforcement training really paid off."

"You trained to protect the populace at one point?" Twilight asked, intrigued. She blushed a bit when he casually flexed his bicep as he told that story. It didn't even come across as him acting like a show-off, either. It was, combined with how he was acting now, kinda humble in a way. "As in, you were a cop? Do tell."

However, Zenith's demeanor took a nose-dive, as he went pale as a sheet and froze in place. "Twilight...for my sake, PLEASE don't mention that. Forget I said anything, okay?"

A bit put-off by this, she nonetheless respected his wishes. He looked like he'd just seen the Nuckelavee, for Primus' sake. A subject change was in order. "Sure. We were talking about, well, orgies before. Did you know that Celestia, our ruler, once tried to run an orgy that almost spread across the globe until me and my friends had to calm her down? We had to use a banana the size of Manehatten, as well. It's just her thing. Don't question it."

Zenith's mood lightened immediately as the absurdity of that situation set in. "You serious?! That must have been freaking hilarious! Me? All I had to do was handle more orgies than anybody could handle in his/her lifetime! But that...THAT takes the cake!" His expression softened as he decided to start getting genuine. "You know...it feels like forever since I've last had an actually casual conversation with anybody. You know...just wanting to talk and nothing else. Ain't used to the feeling, but I'll take what I can get."

"Yeah. It's rather refreshing, in retrospect." Twilight agreed. "Maybe you could talk to others outside this environment and the chances of you making friends will grow strong. It's what I had to do and I'm proud of it to this day."

"Don't get me wrong. I have friends. It's just...they usually have to leave town and forget to leave, at least, a phone number. I, on the other hand..." He scribbled onto a random piece of paper and showed it to her. "I don't want to come off as forceful or anything, but, after tonight's shitshow, I need to unwind. Until then, here's my phone number. If you ever wanna hang out again, just give me a call. You okay with that?"

Normally, if anypony were to give her his/her phone number, there was usually the promise of just the honor of hanging out with a princess or more morally questionable motives, but Twilight was willing to give this guy a chance. "Alright, then." She said as she received it. "I'll try to stay in touch. Other than that, thanks." She shook his hand, though she winced a bit at how much strength was put into it. Did her hand just go numb?

"No problem. See you around." He smiled before heading downstairs. Deep inside, Twilight couldn't believe it. A guy, who had little idea on the perks of hanging out with a princess, just asked her out, basically. It was kinda intoxicating, actually.

"No, no. Keep it slow. Keeeeeep it slow." She repeated to herself. "Let's not act like a stereotypical school filly and call it a day. Then again, he was pretty cute...dammit. I sound like Spike." She sighed. Subconsciously, however, she hoped Pinkie wasn't doing anything too crazy. Or, at least, brought a condom.

Meanwhile with Rainbow Dash and Gilda...

"Ugh. This place smells like soured cider!" Dash complained as they stepped out of the club and into the slightly-less-occupied back lot of the club. "Also, somepony smoked WAY too much here."

"Better than having to smell the odor of a bunch of potential dweebs and listen to discount dubstep." Gilda said. "Also, fuck off. Smoking's cool. I've just never tried it before."

"Oh, yeah. Fliers like us TOTALLY need useless lungs." Dash sarcastically retorted. As they argued, the New Guy had also entered. Something about the mass crowd of people had discomforted him in some capacity, as he was shivering like a leaf. He calmed when he entered the cool night atmosphere. Despite his jacket, it still felt nice.

"You heard the griffon. Fuck off, dude. It's cool." A gruff feminine New England-ish voice cut through the argument. It managed to get their attention as they turned to the source of that retort.

She...or he...they were an orange husky with a nose ring leaning against the wall and smoking a cig. Apparently, their comment wasn't without reason. Dash was immediately drawn to the feminine-like thighs that their jeans brought out perfectly, but that remark was still a bit much.

"Can we help you or something?" Dash asked, hands on her hips.

"Eh. Nothing now. I was bored, that's all." They looked at Gilda with a slight smirk. "Then again, your friend IS kinda of a cutie, so, I guess that's it."

"Did you just call me cute?" Gilda asked. "It's the outfit, isn't it? Yeah. Kindred spirits and all that. I get it."

"You could say that." The husky blew out a smoke ring. "That, and your other friend seems to think so."

It was then that the Griffon noticed the New Guy standing right next to them. He seemed rather intrigued by the mammalian avian creature that he had never seen before. Wherever he came from, she was a rarity. A beauty in his eyes.

"Uh...hello?" Gilda said. "Dash, do whatever with the dog. I'll handle this."

"Have fun with that." Dash said before walking up to the husky. "So, what's a gal like you doing here? Bet the guys in the club would be all over you by now. They're doing a bang-up job of doing that to each-other already."

The husky laughed derisively before putting down their cig and replying. "Trust me, dude. I wouldn't be caught DEAD in there. Besides, this is the safest place to be. No bouncers to come and wreck my shit. Even if they're screwing each-other, they're always on the prowl."

"Going outside the law, are we?" Dash smirked. "Eh. I can get down to that. Right, Gilda? Gilda?"

At the moment, the griffon was trying to comprehend why this jacket-wearing stranger was staring so intently at her. "Buddy, you've got somewhere to be? 'Cause it ain't here." He just kept staring. "Well?! Say something!"

Before she knew it, a random male otter patron came up from behind her and groped her breasts. "What the fuck?!" She cried out.

"Titties! Sweet lustrous titties!" The obviously drunk patron moaned in pleasure as he ground against her stiff back and ass. Normally, she or Dash would show him how utterly shortsighted this error was in a fashion that involved your usual acts of righteous violence...

...had the New Guy not extended his arm out and sent the guy flying into the distance. The wind seemed to change direction after such a punch. The husky, Dash, and Gilda stared wide-eyed at the being, who just bowed in respect.

"Okay. That was pretty cool, dude." The husky admitted. "That was, like, one punch and he was out of there. Nice work."

"Gee...thanks, I guess." Gilda said as she still tried to comprehend what just happened. The New Guy simply patted her on the shoulder and stepped back a bit.

"Made me forget my plan to have a nice night ride with one of my friends has gone to shit because he hasn't replied in eons, it seems." The husky still kept up her relaxed attitude. "That punch, dude. That punch just made my day, though."

"That's great and all, but why do you keep saying 'dude'?" Dash asked.

"Why do you keep saying 'awesome'?" Gilda asked from the sidelines. The New Guy raised up his hands, as if to say 'burn!'.

"That's not fair! She hasn't said that once in this fanfic!" Pinkie's head burst out the door before slowly reeling back in. This caused a moment of silence to fall upon the group, except Dash, who just shook her head.

"...Whatever. A dude is a dude. It's not a gender thing, you know. Let's not turn this into a typical Tumblr discussion." The husky replied.

"Amen." Both Gilda and Dash replied. At this point, Gilda and the New Guy (for a given value) had joined in, moved closer. "If it helps, the name's Dash. Rainbow Dash." The pegasus said. "I'm a pretty big deal where I come from, but that's just me being me."

"With wings like that, I bet. I heard a bunch of aliens were showing up from that freakish portal, but you don't look like any space aliens I've seen on t.v. Just saying." The husky replied.

"Yeah. Charmed." Gilda huffed. "Anyway, I'm Gilda, BTW."

"Nice top." The husky chuckled, earning a small blush of angered embarrassment from the griffoness. "And who's tall, yellow, and silent?" They pointed to the New Guy, who just waved a bit.

"No idea. He's just...here, I guess." Gilda shrugged. "Nice arm, though. He can stay. Also, in hindsight, I can live with a guy that's not so damn mouthy." The New Guy shook his head in agreement.

"Can't argue with that. Anyway, I'm Lex. Care for a smoke to pass the time?" The husky asked.

The New Guy declined, shaking his head. Still, he extended his arm towards the club, as if to ask why they weren't in there and not here.

"There? Dude, you would probably wretch on how many assholes try to get into the pants of just about everyone." Lex confessed. "It's not worth your time."

"C'mon! Loosen up and live a little! Apart from the smoking, that is." Dash said. "I'm trying to teach Gilda that, anyway!"

"Yeah, not gonna happen. The last thing I need is mating with a poser." Gilda replied before he felt the New Guy tap her shoulder. "What?" She said before he offered a dandelion. "Uh...you flirting with me? I have seen flirting, but-"

"Awwww! He likes you already!" Dash made a kissy face.

"I'll say. That's one of the better hook-ups I've seen here." Lex said with a scowl. "Seriously. All that flashy-clothing, all those weak-ass gestures. It's gross and insulting. All of it."

"Don't forget the dumbass pick-up lines." Gilda got a bit closer before flexing her arm. "Who needs them? We'll just give them a free trip to the moon."

"Hah! You know what? You really do sound like you three mean business!" Lex smirked at that. "Congrats. You're on your way to a very exclusive list. Basically, people I trust. I mean, it's not often I run into a couple of guys or gals that come here OTHER than to just screw."

"Me? I'm on the run from a bunch of testosterone-induced jackasses." Gilda said. "Mating season and all that crap."

"Yikes." Lex winced. "That must suck. What about the horse?"

"Pegasus." Dash reminded. "Me? I've already got my eyes set on a stallion back at home. I'm just here because I'm her friend. This guy..." She pointed to the New Guy. "...I think he wants to be just friends too. In a creepy way."

"Well, then." Lex put away their cig. "This should be interesting. Here you go, dude." She handed over a slip of paper to Gilda. "Call me up if you want. If those assholes show up, they'll have to comb all of wherever you came from and still come up high and dry."

"You just spoke my language. You seem pretty cool, too." Gilda admitted. "Me and Dash are just gonna get a drink, if you don't mind. Wanna come?"

"Nah. Gotta go home after a while. I'm throwing in the towel for now. Have fun with that, dude." And so, Lex walked off into the parking lot towards their car.

"Guess I've taught you well." Dash remarked. "Were you that successful with Greta?"

"Yeah, I was. Kinda like-liked her for a while before she revealed she already found herself a chick. We still keep in touch." Gilda admitted. "Let's just get that drink. You still a lightweight?"

"Oh, it is on! 10 drinks says I'm still standing!" Dash challenged before the New Guy butted in and held up both of his arms. "11? You're on too, whoever you are!"

"A Griffon, a Pegasus, and a mute walk into a bar..." Gilda thought out-loud as they entered the building. "Nah, that doesn't work."

Meanwhile with Pinkie Pie...

"Hey, booooys!" Pinkie said as she strutted up the roof. Turns out, even the roof was a hot-spot for meeting new people. It was a well-lit pool area, complete with a smoothie-stand. Or whatever that vendor was doing. Seriously, I have no clue what he's doing with that jar of...something.

"Who wants a piece of this pie?" She asked as several males ogled her. A few girls even joined, though one seemed to catch her eye. "Oooh! A bunny! Have you met Angel? I bet you're soooo much nicer than him!"

"Um...hi?" Replied the orange and somewhat overweight lagomorph girl she referred to. She seemed to want to stick to the sides and her nerdy glasses only completed the whole 'introvert' image. So, what better idea than to have Pinkie break another gal out of her shell? Oh, and there was the hint of swimwear beneath that outfit. Go figure.

"Hiya! What's your name? My name's Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie asked. "Also, why were your eyes darting everywhere? You looking for a good time like me or something? 'Something' doesn't usually happen, so feel free to blow my mind!"

"My name's Remy. Nice to meet you." The pony-tailed rabbit, nervously shaking the hyperactive pony's hand. "And, to answer your question...ah, jeez. I've probably been gawking like a fool."

"No way, silly! Whatcha' looking for?" Pinkie asked.

"Well...there's this lifeguard here. Could you talk to him for me? I'd really like to hang out with him. I mean, if that's alright. You don't have to." Remy replied, smiling a bit, but still nervous. Pinkie darted her head to said lifeguard, a brightly-colored Lelantoraptor. He seemed to be eyeing his pool like a predator that held dominion over all that he saw.

"Okie dokie lokie! I'm on it!" Pinkie said. "Anything for a lovely lady!"

"Thanks." Remy replied as Pinkie bounded off to play wingman. A few minutes had passed and the bunny somewhat eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Suffice to say, she didn't expect to see the object of her affection go sailing into the air, screaming bloody murder. "What the heck?!" She cried out.

"Well, that was informative." Pinkie huffed as she put away her party cannon. "Trust me, he's not worth it. He called us gals 'conquests'! That's a big no-no in my book! There were some other hurtful things, but that was the last straw."

"Did that really necessitate sending Riptide over the horizon?" Remy asked, still a bit perplexed.

"He'll be fine! I aimed for the pillow factory." Pinkie assured (little did she know that it was a front for a nail forging facility). "Also, pretty sure he was hitting on a bunch of college girls. Not really nice or legal, really."

"I guess he just wasn't the one." Remy sighed. "He seemed so nice at first. Still kinda freaked out at the whole cannon thing, but...I see your point."

"Awww, you deserve better." Pinkie leaned in, her breasts smooshing into Remy's by accident. "I bet I can find you a nice stallion that won't use you are anything! Those type of guys are just the worst! Besides, if it make you feel any better, I'm interested as well. Wanna have some fun in the pool?"

"Well...I am experimenting a bit." Remy said before shrugging. "Sure. Give me a sec." She began to slip out of her clothes, revealing her full body swimsuit. "What about you? You brought anything? Hello? Hello?"

Pinkie had to catch herself staring at the curvy body of the lagomorph before she suddenly jumped up and ripped her clothes off, somehow revealing a swimsuit that only managed to cover the bare essentials of her nipples and pussy. Her plump ass was fair game, though. "Done! Wanna head in?"

"How did-nevermind." Remy stopped herself. "I don't think I'm ready to handle that magic stuff that Kane kept talking about." So, she and Pinkie stepped into the pool. It was just the right temperature and the rabbit immediately relaxed when she went inside.

However, she almost gasped in shock when Pinkie cannon-balled into the pool...only for her to splash into it with all the force of a single raindrop. She surfaced and shook her mane. "Wow. The water's great. Even better than the stuff in Ponyville! Kudos!"

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Remy had to ask.

"Yep! Pretty much. That's what mom always told me. And pretty much everypony else." She replied.

"So, when you're not saving gals like us from big bad lifeguards with cutesy weaponry, what do you do?" Remy asked, starting up a conversation.

"Oh, all kinds of stuff! I like preparing parties, making cakes, hosting parties, making friends, cleaning up parties just to prepare for more parties, rocks, and a whole lot more!" Pinkie listed off. "Right now, I'm enjoying the 'making friends' part. What about you?"

"It's good to see you're the positive type of gal." Remy said, putting it very lightly. "Me? Well, it's kinda lame. I'm just another career girl doing more work at home. But, if you must know, it's working part-time at the local restaurant and a little college tutoring, too."

"Oooh! Sounds delicious! Is it cake? I love cake! Or maybe some other dessert! So much suspense!" Pinkie's eyes nearly sunk into her head at that before reverting to normal. "So, what is it?"

"Mostly just dinner stuff. Other than that, the teaching is fine. Glad it's not high school. I wouldn't have lasted a day doing that." Remy shuddered.

"Yeah." Pinkie had no choice to agree on that one. "Hey! Random question time! What's...your second biggest fear? Mine's sulfuric acid! Even rocks can't stand it!"

"Okay. But promise not to laugh." Remy asked

"Lips sealed!" The earth pony literally zipped her lips.

"Alright. Aside from heights, it's sharks." The rabbit admitted before seriously backpeddling on that. "In the monster sense! Not the race! I didn't mean to be racist!"

"It's okay. We all know that Jaws wasn't that accurate. Also, Mega Shark Vs. Giant Octopus was just a complete hollow LIE." Pinkie's eye twitched at that in anger. "But, hey. They're more scared of you than you are of them. Another thing my sis taught me. As well as..." A mischievous smirk adorned her face now. "Exposure therapy."

"Exposure what now?" Remy asked before Pinkie suddenly moved very close behind her while humming the Jaws theme. She would have protested, but she suddenly felt very comfortable with the taller equine against her with her soft fur and wondrous bust against her back. She even started to hold hands with her. "Well...this isn't too bad." She said with a sheepish grin.

"What can I say? I kinda love being the dominant one." Pinkie's sultry gaze fell upon her as she pulled her closer in.

"You don't have to put on a show like this but...yeah. This is kind a big turn-on for me." Remy admitted.

"All the better." Pinkie sighed happily as she wrapped her legs around her waist and nudged her snout with Remy's.

"Mmmm..." Remy couldn't help but get turned on by this obvious display of affection. "So, wait. What were we talking about?"

Pinkie removed herself from her and rubbed a finger to her chin. "Oh, yeah! Wanna hang out one day?"

"Oh, sure! Here's my phone number!" Remy gave the pink earth pony said slip of paper, which was directed to her still poofy mane. "Anything else in there, perchance?"

"Nope! Just more curls and a few cease-and-desist letters from a few stallions. Long story." Pinkie shrugged before snapping on her old skimpy outfit as if the both of them were just Legos. "Bye-bye! See you soon!" She giggled as she bounded out to the door.

"I...guess I can get used to this." Remy said out-loud, still wondering if she should be concerned on where to take this energetic and enjoyable Equestrian to or whether Riptide wasn't a red and yellow stain on the pavement or not.

Meanwhile with Fluttershy...

The butter yellow pegasus was...oh, what did you expect? She was sitting on one of the chairs, hoping for this night to end quickly. She tried to ignore some of the more frisky party-goers and she generally took root as this club's newest wallflower.

However, there was a feeling in her that kept trying to assure her that she didn't have to take this the way she was thinking it. She didn't have to hook up with anypony. She just needed to hang out and talk a little bit. What would Dash say?

"Alright. Here goes nothing." She said as she directed herself towards the bar. She was feeling thirsty, after all. Unbeknownst to the goers here, she could actually hold down her liqueur better than any Equestrian. Twilight, to this day, is still trying to figure out how that worked.

Before she knew it, the bartender was right in front of her, clad in a dapper and revealing tuxedo. He was a blue male gecko with yellow spots and his demeanor seemed pleasant. "Welcome to Amorous, hottest club in town! I'm Jax and I'll be your beverage artisan this evening."

"Hello." Fluttershy replied. "I'm Fluttershy. Me and my friends are new here, so could I see your selection?"

"Of course. Pick a drink. Any drink." Jax replied as he used a rag to wash the counter. "You could always use a bit more frog in the face to get real hoppy."

"Errr...what?" He head cutely tipped a bit.

"Sorry. Bartender humor. One house ale coming up!" Jax said as his tail grabbed a glass and, after a few moments that were in a blink of an eye (Dash would be so jealous now, as one might think), served one up. "Shaken, but not stirred, little lady."

"Wow. That was quite fast." Fluttershy said as she sipped her drink.

"That's just what drive, determination, nothing better to do, and the desire for tips will do to you." Jax replied. "Anything else?"

"I'm just very glad to see we're welcome in this world." Fluttershy thanked.

"Who said we were going to be hostile?" He asked. "This isn't some low-wrenched science fiction movie, after all. What you see is what you get."

"Even if we're not here to hook up?" Fluttershy asked, phrasing it lightly.

"Yep. Trust me. I'd know. Nothing wrong with building a few barriers." He frowned for a bit before returning to his usual demeanor. "Sorry about that. Got real for a moment."

"It's alright. Twilight always said it's bad to plug up your emotions until its too late." The pegasus replied as she downed another glass and left some bits as well.

"What the?! Gold?! I mean, I'm sorry, but is gold your currency back in your world?" Jax asked, picking up a piece and examining it, even biting down on it to make sure it was legit.

"Don't you mean 'bits'?" Fluttershy asked. "Oh. I see. I suppose they have more value here."

"Yep. I don't want to be a jerk, but you're going to have to learn to pay with paper currency. Otherwise, the both of us might have a little run-in with a cop. You know, like Zenith was. Don't look into that, though." Jax instructed.

"I'll make sure of that." Fluttershy said, reminding herself to speak to Twilight about that to prevent what the gecko just described. "But, when I come back, can I try some of the more...intense stuff? If that's okay with you?"

"Be my guest! I think. Seriously, one sip of 'Devil's Brew' and a horde of dragons could go down." Jax theorized.

Instead of terrifying her, that just, deep inside, exited her. Who knew the demure and meek pegasus could be so experimental?

Meanwhile with Applejack and Rarity...

"Applejack, I must say that I am both terrified and aroused." Rarity said as she observed the stripper with the sentient tail.

"Same here. Let's try not to stare. Kinda insensitive." The farmpony replied as they sat down, only for a large black bear to suddenly sit in-between them on the lounge with a tired huff. "Hey! What in tarnation do you think you're doing?!"

"Resting." Scrapeater, in his disguise (oh, look, he's here now) grunted. He hated this disguise. Hated how limited he felt. To never fly or transform. At least, he had the claws and teeth.

"Sir, you're sitting between me and my marefriend. So, if you don't mind, I would suggest you move." Rarity advised.

"No." The disguised Insecticon growled. "I'm in no mood to be bossed around now. After that disaster back there, I deserve rest."

"Oh, really? You mind explainin' before I kick yer flank?" Applejack asked.

"You dare?!" He stood up in defiance, only for the two mares to move closer together.

"Now, was that so hard?" Rarity asked in good humor.

"You might as well listen, tough guy. She's got you there." A semi-British voice said, catching the Insecticon's attention. What he saw made him forget whatever happened on the dance floor.

She was a bit hard to describe, but Cybertronians like him were still getting used to seeing organic forms of life. She was a black and purple mammalian with satyr-like legs, a small fluffy purple tail, a fit and elegant build, and 2 gray horns curving around her long doe-like ears.

"Er...I was just upset over how many of those...patrons..." He snarled that last bit. "Tried to grope me at every opportunity! It's just demeaning!"

"Okay. That kinda sucks." Applejack admitted.

"If it makes you feel any better, the stares I got were simply astronomical." Rarity said. "I'm not even boasting. That's just a fact." Her marefriend just sighed at that.

"Hmmm. There's room on this lounge for three. Care to join?" The mammalian asked.

"Why, er...yes." Scrapeater shyly sat in front of her.

"Twilight wanted us to find some good company, anyway." Applejack supposed as she and Rarity got a bit closer on the lounge.

"So, you two must have come from that rip in the middle of the parking lot." She inquired. "Pleasure to meet you. My name's Mercy. You three fine folks?"

"Greetings, madame. My name is Rarity. Stunning outfit, I must say." The white unicorn shook her hand.

"Applejack. 'ppreciate the hospitality." Applejack added.

Scrapeater fumbled a bit when it was his turn. "I am Scra-I mean, Stan! Stan. I am Stan. I am an ursine named Stan."

To his surprise, Mercy giggled a bit. "No need to be embarrassed. Am I that attractive to you? I can see it in your eyes."

"There is much more to find. I assure you." Scrapeater replied.

"You clearly haven't seen the dancers or this lovely lady." Mercy said as she looked at both them and Rarity, causing her to blush. "Basically, I'm envious. I won't lie."

"Sad to say, but she's taken." Applejack said. "If it helps, you don't look bad yerself."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all." Rarity said.

"So it goes." Mercy shrugged before sipping some wine. Scrapeater and Rarity, however, noticed that her hand was wobbling and her face was getting redder. Was she getting drunk? Yes. "You must be a lucky woman, Applejack. To have such a treasure. It fits her name. Even better than the dancers out there, no?"

"Yep. Gotta hand it to Twi and Dash for hooking us up. And Pinkie, but that's a whole other story." Applejack smirked while bringing the white unicorn closer.

"Paltry compared to one such as you." Scrapeater dismissed. "Purple's my favorite color."

"Really?" Mercy looked interested as her confidence grew. "Do you wish to join me at the bar, Stan? I'd rather be talking to you rather than those dancers."

Scrapeater was one befuddled Insecticon. We won't get into how they mate, but it usually didn't involve something like this. Nevertheless, he stood up in anticipation, especially when he felt Mercy's fingers trace his leg. "To the bar, we shall go."

"Excellent." She said before turning to the Equestrians. "Do you want to join us, you two? I'm willing to let two lovebirds have their privacy, though."

"One moment, dear." Rarity stood up and started whispering to Mercy. Whatever she said caused her confidence to grow even more and wrap an arm around the intimidating ursine.

"Mind tellin' me what you just did?" Applejack asked.

"I just told her to seize the day on her own merits. It's how you won my heart, you know." Rarity nuzzled her marefriend.

"Wanna sneak out back and get real busy?" Applejack asked.

"Oh, FUCK yes." Rarity remarked in a bout a bit out of character.

Meanwhile with Spike...

Something about that bear made the dragon suspicious, but at least Rarity and Applejack were having fun. At the moment, Spike was starting to get fatigued. Sure, the guys were cute, but he just didn't feel...in the mood anymore. The thought of just letting every guy fuck him was starting to wane.

"C'mon. There's gotta be something here that makes the day worthwhile." Spike said outloud as he passed by the sentient tail stripper. "Maybe?" He pondered a bit before dismissing it.

"Hey. How about that guy over there?" She helpfully pointed out. "If you're looking for d, he seems like the right choice."

"How did you-"

"Saw the look in your eyes. Trust me. I've been there." She shrugged before continuing to entice the crowd at the lounge.

He looked at whom she was talking to and he started to see why she would say so. It was that lion from the truck when he, Twilight, and Pinkie first got here. Dustin, was it? He was guessing at this point. Other than that, he seemed pretty hot. Yet, at the same time, he had 'bad news' written all over him. That look in his eyes, especially.

"Keep it together, Spike. If he makes a wrong move, he's gonna get a stream of flames to the face." He said to himself as he bucked up and walked over, making sure to swish his tail and hips in a way that would surely get his attention. Sure enough, it did.

"So, you're one of the new guys?" Dustin turned his head to the slightly smaller dragon. "Gotta say. Not bad. I was gonna buy a drink, but I don't see why I shouldn't buy 2."

"No thanks. I don't drink. Then again, I'm up for a few good round of cider." Spike suggested. "Come to think of it, it's pretty much the same thing."

"Sounds interesting, but..." His gaze became all the more hypnotic as he looked upon the dragon's sleek body even more. "What's your name, kid?"

"Spike. You know, I think I saw you when me and Twilight first came here." Spike said.

"Yep. That was me. Glad to have a close encounter with you as of now." Dustin complimented.

"Can we stop with the alien jargon?" Spike asked. "We're from different universes. So what?"

"You're right. Let's focus on more important matters." The lion leaned in. "From an outfit like that, I'd say you're the type to cruise bars. Let me tell you, you've come to the right place, especially if you're single."

His hungry eyes were a bit much for the young adult dragon. "Actually, uh, I came here to dance! You know? Dancing's great! You dance?"

Dustin just went along with that blatant lie. "Nah. Too crowded here, anyway. I do know ONE dance, but I'd rather not do it in public. Look, I know the story. You're not here to dance. It's always something else entirely."

'He saw through me that easily?! Sheesh. What a pro.' Spike thought before deciding to just come clean. "To be perfectly honest, I've been looking for the right guy. You know? Expand my options and all. Find someone to hang out with."

"And here I thought it was just your body that made you adorable." Dustin chuckled. "Seriously. Most people come here for a quick fuck, but I guess there's always an exception."

"What does that make you?" Spike asked, hands on his hips.

"Maaaaybe?" The lion smirked. "Want to find out? I don't do strangers or small talk. Shame to waste this moment on empty chatter."

"Well, might as well start." Spike said, starting to get a bit more comfortable with this laid-back feline. "So...I don't mean to pry, but who was that parrot guy with you in the truck?"

"Trust me, you don't wanna know." Dustin's expression fell for a bit. "My boyfriend, Vareoth, has been kind of a pain in my ass for no good reason recently. We came here to find a third to 'spice things up'. His words, not mine. Problem is, he never shares."

"He'd probably get laughed out of Equestria in seconds." Spike said. "Polygamy isn't just allowed. It's celebrated. Hogging males or females, especially if you're a mare, is an absolute taboo unless with consent."

"Fascinating." Dustin said. "Sounds like an awesome society. Anyway, can we change the subject? I'd rather not get into the details of my relationship problems."

"Fair enough. Anything else about yourself?" The dragon continued.

"Nothing we can say in public." Dustin answered.

"Don't dodge the subject. Besides, you didn't come here for small talk, remember?" Spike cheekily replied.

"Touche. It's nothing much. Wake up, work at 'Man's Best Friend', grab some food, and have fun." Dustin said. "I mean, me and my ex did other things, but that's changing fast. As of now, this is my favorite haunt."

"What a coincidence. It's mine now, as well." Spike said. "We don't get nightclubs like this in Equestria. You don't even need magic to make it possible."

"There was that one time this poor guy tried pulling his dick out of a hat, but we don't talk about that out of good taste. Other than that, thanks." Dustin replied. "What about you?"

"Well, I help Princess Twilight, basically my mom, with the usual. Paperwork, sending scrolls to our ruler and tribute to our creator Unicron, and occasionally tag along while we save our land from Primus-knows what." Spike listed. "It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but it's great to be surrounded by ponies who like you for who you are."

"Sounds like paradise." Dustin replied. "Not sure why your god's name is Unicorn, though. Kinda silly, really."

Spike sighed. "UniCRON. You know? A gigantic robot that transforms into a planet? Tried to eat other planets to sate his hunger before settling down with Lauren Faust, the great alicorn? Oh, wait. I forgot. I'm in a different universe. You want me to continue?"

"I think I get it. Sounds pretty 80s. Science fiction and all that." Dustin replied. "Hypothetical question, now. Would you consider what's happening right now as a 'date'?"

"What? I mean...I guess. You sound like a cool guy." Spike said. "Like I said. I'm willing to keep my options open."

"Maybe you won't have to worry about finding 'options' now." Dustin smirked as he handed him a slip of paper. "Here's my phone number. If you ever wanna hang out, just give me a call."

"Your phone number? Sweet! I mean, thank you." Spike thanks. 'Damn. That was easier than I thought. My first night here and, already, a guy wants me. Sorry, Rumble. You've been replaced. I saw you make out with Scootaloo, anyway.'

"No problem, kid. Just try to keep your tail between your legs next we meet. Or don't." Dustin smirked.

It was at this moment that Spike swore to keep a better grip on that appendage, as throughout the whole talk, it kept trying to grind against his crotch. Did that thing have a mind of its own? Guess we'll never know.

Meanwhile with Scrapeater...

"I'm actually quite astonished. You've downed 10 drinks already and you sound no worse for wear." Mercy admitted to the Insecticon-turned-temporary ursine.

"My strength knows no equal. That includes my hydrau-I mean liver." Scrapeater replied, mentally cursing himself for another slip. "Now, I have a question. What image are you trying to invoke?"

"Image? What are you going on about?" The satyr asked.

"With that you're wearing, what image is being invoked? Back where I was born, we didn't wear clothes. I was simply forced into these by your society." Scrapeater hadn't even considered if he was digging himself into a hole with no way out, but she didn't appear fazed.

"Everyone has their customs, I guess. I suppose the image I'm giving off is...well, I thought a bit of class to this place would work out great, right?" Mercy said as she drank another glass.

"Indeed." He just ran with that explanation. "It suits you quite well. I sense an aura of dominance in it, as well. Perfect to establish a pecking order."

"Not sure about the whole 'pecking order' thing, but that was really sweet." Mercy said, a cute smile adorning her face. "It really means a lot. You're not too bad yourself."

He honest-to-Primus wanted to show his true self for the sake of his pride and dignity, but he restrained himself. "Very well. Now, is there, perhaps, a possible conjux endura that wants my head for being in your company?"

"Is that like a boyfriend?" Mercy asked, getting a confirming nod from Scrapeater. She let out a small laugh that enticed the cybertronian. "Real smooth. Luckily for you, no."

"I see. What is your occupation, then? I'd imagine one of prestige, based on what you're wearing." He continued the conversation.

"You could say that." She replied. "Just managing a gallery and a few art studios. Nothing special. How about you?"

"I..." He chose his words carefully. There was one particular detail he was NOT comfortable sharing. "I was a soldier where I came from. However, the one I thought I could trust betrayed me and my kind, so now, I serve only those that require my strength."

"Sounds pretty deep." Mercy admitted. "Must be great to get away from all of that."

"In a way, yes." Scrapeater admitted. He craved battle, but there were times that not having an Autobot Wrecker try to take his mandibles off felt refreshing. "Especially that I now stand in the presence of one such as you."

"Oh, stop. You're making me blush." Mercy replied as she did just that. "Trust me. I feel that same."

"Perhaps..." He had forgotten about his mission when he cupped his hand over hers. Something about her was absolutely magnetic. He couldn't get his claw on it, but that mattered little. "We could try seeing where this goes. I'm willing to expand my horizons."

"That's great to know." She replied before getting out a card. "Next time you want to hang out, call me or just contact my gallery number. You won't regret that last part, either."

"I look forward to it." Scrapeater said. "It's getting rather late. I must return home. Farewell...Mercy."

"Farewell...Stan." She replied in good humor.

Thank Primus he didn't mention the part about Airachnid. If there was ever a mood-killer that could absolutely destroy any good vibes, it was that story we won't get into right now. Also, he swore he saw a bulge at the crotch of Mercy's outfit, but he dismissed that.

Meanwhile with Gigan...

Gigan had a number of complaints for his new boss. Chief among them were "What kind of sick and twisted experiments are you running?!" and "Why does my disguise make me feel bad I don't actually have fingers?" He had spent quite a lot of time flexing those little digits before getting himself back on track.

As of now, he was bored out of his skull. He was just doing his job, as he was apt to do, but he was a weapon of war! Not a scientist! So why in the name of the Aliens from the Third Planet of the Black Hole was he stuck doing this kind of job?

"Think of the reward...think of the reward..." He repeated during moments of extreme boredom. There had to be something to give him relief. Something to momentarily distract him from the monotony.

He got his answer when his eyes (or eye, disguise not withstanding) went to a lone vixen sitting forlornly at a table. She too looked utterly bored, so the feeling of mutuality was there. It also helped she was rather cute.

"Well, why the hell not?" Gigan shrugged. He was going to do more than just observing today. Just because he was professional didn't mean he could screw around at points. Now that he was a smaller size, that fact was more pronounced.

Before she knew it, Gigan was sitting in front of her, looking completely chill "'Sup?" He began. "Name's Gigan. Lonely night we're having, eh? Same boat here." He couldn't help but smirk when she jolted in her seat and then assumed a more ladylike position.

"Sorry! I was zoned out for a second! Nothing's really happened, so yeah. Sorry." She replied in a svelte voice that instantly got the disguised cyborg's attention. "Your name was Gigan, yes?"

"Yeah. What's your story? You don't seem like the type to waltz into a place like this. Did you get forced here too?" Gigan said.

"Pretty much." The vixen admitted. "And it's my party to boot. My friends just thought it was a good idea to 'treat me' and 'get me out'. Whatever that meant."

"If this is a birthday gift, your friend's have obviously never stated the simple solution like, I dunno, a cake? Or just a gift card? No, scratch that. The last time I got a gift card, it had a note basically saying 'Here's 20 bucks. Get your own goddamn gift'." Gigan snarked. "What I'm saying is, I'd find better allies."

"They're not bad friends! They just...well, I don't really have much in common with them. We just hung out in class and that was pretty much it. I never really got the appeal of grinding against guys and what-not." She explained. "I mean, I have close friends, but it's long distance. One friend of mine still comes to visit for conventions and...I'm sorry. I'm probably boring you to death, right?"

Normally, the typical Gigan response would be "Yes" or "Get out of my way or you become target practice" for specific folk, but something about this club just made him a bit more social then normal. "Nah. Go on right ahead. I've got all the time in the world. Besides, there's noting wrong with conventions or long-distance relationships. Believe me, that puts you a step above myself. I'm more of a loner type."

"Huh. I kinda suspected that." She admitted.

"What gave me away?" He smirked. "Was it my natural charm? The typical 'bad boy walks into a bar' kinda thing?"

"Heh. Mostly the glasses." She giggled. "Sorry, but you're trying way too hard to be cool. It's adorable!"

"Eh. I try." Gigan shrugged. "So, what's your name? I can't just call you...well, whatever I had in mind. Trust me. It's for the best. Probably something too cheesy."

"Skye. Nice to meet you, Gigan." She replied. "You know, I'm really glad you're this understanding. I'm not that type of girl that'll just jump on a dick and ride the day away if you so much as flirt."

"Preach." Gigan smirked. "And I'm not the type of guy to just surround himself with a bunch of gals using dad's credit card to make a statement against their parents. Junk's welded shut here. We even?"

Once again, he managed to get an adorable giggle from her. "You're funny! Thanks for sitting down with me, Gigan. My friends have probably left me in the dust by now, so it's great you could take the time to sit here with me. And yes. We're even. So, you wanna get a drink or something?"

Gigan mulled over that option. He had tasted his fair share of brandies and what-not in various intergalactic bars, but he supposed he could lay off for one. "Nah. Not in the mood. Wait, don't I ask you that?"

"No. I'm not much of a drinker. Plus, somebody's gotta be sober when me and my friends have to leave. Never let them drive after nights like this. Never again..." Skye shuddered. "Seriously. I think they all have drinking problems."

"Oi." Gigan winced at the thought. He had flown in space drunk on a few occasions and he felt like shit afterwards every-time. Not to mention, he kept getting his chainsaw stuck in asteroid belts.

"Not that it's going to be a problem, seeing as they drive home with somebody else every single time." She gritted her teeth at that. "Sorry. Went on a tangent there."

"It happens." Gigan shrugged. "So, about those cons. What about 'em?"

"Oh, them? Well, answer me this." She leaned in a bit. "Do you know why I'm dressed this way at the moment?"

"Politics?" Gigan asked. "That's why I dress differently on occasion."

"Well, there was that one time in New York, but no." Skye answered. "I'm a cos-player, plain and simple. Dressing up this way helps me express my love of entertainment media. You know, games, movies, cartoons, the whole enchilada!"

This was a learning experience for Gigan, of course. Not just in the fact that he was actually talking to someone he wasn't about to team up with/try to kill, but for the fact that the last time he heard the term 'cos-player', he had stumbled upon waves of re-colors and out-of-place pairings. And then, there was that GodzillaxGigan poll...

"Gotta say..." He said, diverting his mind from that subject. "You practically nail the look. Adds a little uniqueness to this joint. You dressed like one of those Digimans?"

"Close enough." She shrugged. "And thanks very much. You look pretty good yourself with that leather jacket and glasses."

"Glad you noticed." He smirked, adjusting his glasses for effect.

"You know, I would have come here...normally..." She seemed to darken that that thought for a brief time. "But my dye was still on when my friends drove up. Mom had to drag me out of the room before I could prepare properly. Besides, my friends like me this way. As somebody else."

"First drunk off their asses and now incredibly shallow? Damn." Gigan admitted. "Take my advice. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Me? This isn't really what l look like and I don't mind a thing. But time can be a rewarding soul when she's not being a cruel mistress. Maybe one of these days, we won't have to hide behind masks. You know what I'm saying?" He was a bit perplexed at how sappy he was sounding, but whatever worked was sure to do.

"Thanks, Gigan." She smiled, holding up her fluffy tail. "It's really sweet of you to hear me go on and on about myself. I'd love to get to know more about you, but my friend's are probably thinking I've ran off to sleep with someone. So, I've gotta split. First..." She handed him a slip of paper. "It's my phone number. Call me when your ready to meet up again. I mean, we could just skype or-"

"I'll get to it. Count on that. No need for Skype. The last laptop I had was crap anyway." Gigan smirked. He was going to be in Equestria (and, by extension, the new world here), so why not have some fun? "Catch you later." He got up alongside her.

"You too, Gigan." She replied. "I've gotta go. This club's starting to jog my claustrophobia up. Thanks for chatting! I really liked it!"

"Anytime." Gigan said before heading off to meet with his buds.

Everfree Forest (Where all thoughts of Equestria just being cutesy and stuff go to die)
Present...

If only the little doe knew what was coming. She was blissfully unaware of the dangers that night brought out in the Everfree. Such dangers include the ferocious timberwolf. One of which, its eyes glowing green with anticipation, was looking for a quick meal.

Ever a master of ambush, the beast inched closer with every second. One pounce and neck-snap would be all that it took for the predator to savor the kill. Though, this was odd. Most timberwolves only attacked living creatures out of a sense of territory or rage-induced fits.

Some just took life for the thrill, it seemed. Bark against blood, wood against flesh. Quite intoxicating for certain breeds. Which made it all the more disappointing for the creature when the doe suddenly bounded away, spooked by a sudden noise.

A noise that was getting closer, actually. The timberwolf, snarling in rage, looked behind it...and was soon reduced to a splintered pile by a massive injured dragon.

The dragon had made a huge mistake to attack Canterlot. Whatever he came there for, it wasn't worth it. Wounded from his ordeal, he had to drag himself through the forest and destroy all that threatened it. He was in no position for a real fight, but he still had his bulk to spare.

Fatigue was setting in. He needed somewhere to rest. To heal. To think about how many ways to repay his foes in kind. Whatever was going through his mind, whatever motivation he had to brazenly attack the princess...would have to wait.

Stepping forth behind a certain cottage at the edge of the forest, he laid down and began a much-needed slumber. He sniffed around, smelling an odd scent that resembled marijuana and the sound of demonic chanting coming from one of the bunny burrows, but he ignored it as he rested his head against the ground. His flames sizzled out as he finally felt peace.

But could there ever be peace for a dragon such as he? Wonder how long it would last?

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

And so, it begins. Also, may we say farewell to Starlight. Trust me. She won't be the last. The scary part is that those that follow don't deserve what's coming. At all. Well, maybe a few. I haven't decided, but that's not the main focus on the fic.

Be sure to look out for when the dates are off and the antics have only begun! Also, constructive criticism is accepted, even if it's negative. I'm not the kind of guy to delete comments. That's the coward's way out.