Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, but here is chapter 3.

It took awhile because I was having problems figuring out how it should go.

Hope you guys and gals like it and tune in next time for another exciting episode of The Transformers!

Decepticon Desperadoes.

Appleloosa. Two Hours Later.

Braeburn and the "visitors" have visited almost every area of Appleloosa, finally reaching their last stop, the cantina.

"Well, Fellas, here we are! Appleloosa's famous Cantina!" Braeburn proclaims loudly.

"Can-tee-na? What is that?" Knock-Out asks.

Braeburn stops dead on his hooves. "Y'all ain't never heard of a cantina? It's a place for drinks, music, and fun!" Braeburn declares.

"Did you say Drinks?" "Did you say fun?" Two Decepticons ask.

"Yup!" Braeburn answers.

"This should be interesting..." Knock-out says, rubbing his face with his hoof.

In a secluded Area at the back of The Cantina.

"This is getting annoying. We need to find Lord Megatron! I say, we blast the meatbags and save ourselves the trouble of listening to that obnoxious organic babble on about this town!" Blitzwing exclaims.

"Calm your motors, Blitzwing. That organic could prove useful." Knock-out explains.

"I dunno boss, he seems kinda, malfunctioning." A Decepticon says.

"Don't worry about the organic. Leave him to me." Knock-Out says deviously.

"Uh, Knock-Out? What do you mean?" Lugnut asks.

"I mean, I will seduce him. While my body is that of a male, it possesses certain physical features of the female of this species. All I have to do is find a suitable disguise." Knock-Out explains as he heads back into the main Cantina.

"What in the name of Primus did he just say?!" Blitzwing asks.

"I dunno. Something about seducing a organic. It IS Knock Out who said it." A Decepticon answers.

"Good point. He is such a weirdo." Blitzwing says, rolling his eyes.

Elsewhere in the Cantina.

"What are ya talking about, Sheriff? They seem like might kindred folk." Braeburn says in conversation with the towns Sheriff, Silverstar.

"I mean, them folk look mighty dangerous. Did ya see the big one with the eye patch?" Sheriff Silverstar asks.

"Yeah. But them's good folk. I know it." Braeburn responds.

"Alright. But if one o' them steps outta line, it's your tail." Sheriff Silverstar explains.

"You have my word Sheriff!" Braeburn exclaims with a salute.

At a costume shop.

Knock Out looks around for a suitable costume in Appleoosa's costume shop.

"No... No... No..." Knock Out says as he examines the wigs.

"Anything I can help ya with, sir?" The store clerk asks.

"Yes. I'm looking for a suitable saloon girl costume for... A friend of mine. She wants a wig to go with it." Knock Out says as he continues eyeing the wigs.

"Well, I'm afraid I don't have any Saloon mare dresses. But I might have a wig for yer friend. What's her favorite color?" The clerk asks.

"She loves red and black. And also loves curls." Knock Out explains.

"Oh! I have the perfect wig!" The store clerk exclaims as he runs to the back of the store and back, holding a wig that matches Knock Out's description perfectly.

"Ooo!!! It's perfect!" Knock Out exclaims.

"Alrighty. Say, since you're new in town, I'll let you have it for free." The store clerk says cheerfully.

"Oh no! I may be a Decepticon, but even I cannot just simply take something so perfect for free! Here you go, my good man!" Knock Out exclaims as he hands to clerk 5,000 bits in exchange for the wig.

"S-sir! Thank you so much! But my wigs only cost 20 bits each!" The store clerk exclaims in amazement.

"You are welcome! Consider the extra 4,980 bits a bonus for being such a kind and noble pony." Knock Out says with a bow as he leaves the store

The store clerk doesn't respond, too amazed at the kindness and overly generous offer of the unicorn known as Knock Out.

Knock Out goes behind a couple of bushes and puts on the wig and some makeup.

"Perfect! Now all I need is to work this disguise and get myself a Saloon Girl dress." Knock Out says as he leaves the bushes and heads back into public, looking just like a mare.

"Oh my! You're so beautiful, ma'am! You simply must join mah dancers!" A mare exclaims as she spots Knock Out.

"Oh? But I'm looking to be a part of the Saloon. My name is Noxie." Knock Out says in a very feminine voice.

"What a coincidence! Mah dancers actually are the Saloon dancers!" The mare exclaims.

"Oh? What about a dress? I don't have one." Knock Out says, drooping his ears.

"Oh don't worry, we'll get you set up!" The mare exclaims as she grabs Knock Out and takes him into the wardrobe.

Everything is going as planned. Knock Out thinks as he prepares to become a Saloon Girl.

Saloon Girl Wardrobe.

Knock-Out, having taken on the guise of a saloon mare known as "Noxie", looks for a suitable dress to wear.

"How 'bout this? It matches your coat perfectly!" The wardrobe manager says.

"Hmm.... No thanks. It's too blue. Maybe something like that, only grey black and red?" Noxie asks.

"Well, Miss Noxie, there is this one." The mare says, holding up a red, black, and grey saloon girl dress with matching stockings.

"It's perfect! I'll take it!" Noxie exclaims happily, eyeing the dress like candy at a candy store.

"Alright then. Here ya go! I do so hope you win the stallion you're lookin' for over." The Mare says happily.

"Me too! Me too... hehehe..." Noxie says, his true voice coming out, but too low for anyone to notice.

Back in the Back.

"What do you think Knock-out is up to?" A Decepticon asks.

"Hopefully, torturing that annoying meatbag until he stops annoying us! Wishful thinking on my part." Blitzwing answers.

"Riiight... Say, whose that over there?" Another Decepticon asks, pointing at a "mare" wearing a red, black, and grey dress.

"I don't know. But this form is strangely attracted to her." Blitzwing says, attempting to cover his face to hide his blush.

"Ladies and Gentlecolts! Allow me to introduce, Noxie!!!" A announcer exclaims on the saloon stage.

Noxie sings a beautiful Western song all while looking at Braeburn, giving him the occasional wink.

"She's might perty!" Silverstar exclaims.

"Ye-yeah..." Braeburn says with a blush.

Gosh. I think she's in love with me. Well, she is very beautiful. Braeburn thinks as Noxie sings and dances.

After the show.

Noxie makes her way over to Braeburn after the show.

"Ho-howdy miss Noxie. That was a mighty fine performance ya did." Braeburn says with a blush appearing on his face.

"Teehee! Thanks, handsome. Say, you wouldn't mind escorting me to those stallions over there, would ya?" Noxie asks, batting her eyelashes at Braeburn and pointing at the table with the Decepticons.

"N-no ma'am! Not at all!" Braeburn exclaims, blushing furiously.

Braeburn leads Noxie to the table she asked for, the occupants talking amongst themselves.

"Umm... Isn't that Knock Out with that annoying pony?" Lugnut asks.

"Wait.... That's Knock Out?! And this form was just.... Ewww!!!" Blitzwing exclaims.

Braeburn and Noxie sit at the table, Noxie wrapping her hoof around Braeburn's shoulder.

"Howdy again, fellas! Miss Noxie wanted to meet y'all!'" Braeburn exclaims, blushing.

"Excuse me, Braeburn. But I am a acquaintance of these gentleponies. I'd kind of like to catch up with them for awhile. Maybe we can talk in private later?" She asks selectively.

"O-of course! W-we can meet up at mah motel room!" Braeburn exclaims as he darts off.

As soon as Braeburn leaves, Noxie drops the guise.

"My plan is proceeding perfectly!" Knock Out exclaims.

"What plan? What are you up to, Knock Out? Please tell me you plan to obliterate that babbling meatbag!" Blitzwing exclaims.

"Cool your jets. I need information, so I plan on getting that information through unconventional means. Remember the time I pretended to be a fembot to gain access to a nightclub with the purpose of spying on Autobots? This is somewhat like that." Knock Out explains.

"Alright. Just don't screw this up like you screwed up during the Battle of Iacon!" Blitzwing exclaims.

Knock Out just grunts and leaves, resuming the identity of Noxie.