Clawed forelimbs dug into the edge of the crater. Wisps of blue smoke rose from flaring nostrils and a pair of amber and gold eyes snapped open as a bearded jaw clenched. The stallion remembered not what had happened, nor where he was, but he knew this, humans were involved. He last recalled the battle, an earth-shaking duel between two mighty animals. Stakes were high, claim your place as the King, or die trying. A flash of white and black before he was here now, rubble surrounding the small crater in the floor comprised of roof and ceiling, floor tile underfoot.

Climbing out of the crater, the massive stallion stood on all fours, his nostrils continuing to flare and chest heaving as he scanned his surroundings. He paused and looked around. He was in... A building... it would seem. Odd, he had never been in such a structure before and the sights and smells laid before him were all new to the stallion. Foreign, and even unnerving. He didn't like it... Not having the sky over his head, and instead, a manmade structure made him feel... Claustrophobic.

He looked down, furrowing a brow and lifting one of his forelimbs from the cracked floor. He was on all fours... This was also new, as last the stallion knew, he carried himself proudly on two feet, not four. He looked over his shoulder and cocked a brow, silently looking over his form. He never had fur, particularly a ridge of it that ran down his back and along the length of a sweeping tail. He lifted a clawed limb to his chin, feeling the appendage displace what felt like the hair of a heavy beard. The stallion felt his muzzle, still squared off, before his limb shifted up, feeling a rough mane swoop up over his head, medium length and spiky in feel. The stallion looked around him for something in which to see his reflection, finding, thankfully, a piece of reflective glass, a mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror with wide eyes, lifting a brow and blinking multiple times. He was definitely a stallion, scarred and grizzled with age. His beard was streaked with grey, and a dirty brown ridge of bone ran up the length of his snout. His muzzle was scarred and fur a deep grey-green scales running down from the base of his chin and across his chest and belly, cutting off at the tail.

The stallion got no further chances to look himself over when a voice broke his attention, that of which sounded distressed, or with fear. Looking over to his right, said stallion discovered who it was that spoke. "Who in the name of Tanaka are you?!" a four-legged being walking on blunt hooves plated in gold exclaimed with a wide, shocked expression.

At first, Princess Celestia didn't know what to make of the giant pony, if she could even call him a pony. This being was at least the size of a Clydesdale, built muscularly, but also stocky. His neck was thick and his limbs lined with knotted musculature. But he wasn't especially handsome, despite this. The stallion was lined with numerous, aged scars, and several fresher looking ones including a gash across his eyebrow and multiple bite wounds across his hide. He was a kirin, with scales and a long, draconic tail. His mane was a dark color and ran down the length of his spine in a rather spiky manner. His hooves, to her shock and even fear, were clawed like some kind of beast, and his eyes were terrifying, a fiery amber for the irises with a pale gold for the sclera. He was certainly an old stallion, with age visible in his eyes. Celestia would guess about 40 or 50 years old, and 60 was definitely stretching it. He certainly wasn't as old as the notoriously old Granny Smith.

Celestia spoke again, even as this monster of a stallion stared eye level with her, a notion no stallion had ever had the chance to say. She did well to hide the fear with a demanding, authoritative voice. "I say again... Who are you? And why are you in my chambers? Answer me now, or I shall have to take unnecessary measures to deal with you," she said with power on her voice, raising her chin to look down upon the stallion as much as she was able, given his height.

The stallion's voice was deep, gruff, and though he didn't shout, it certainly carried. His tone and the power behind it caused Celestia to pause as she took a step back with the words the proceeded her question. "I am Gojira," he said quite simply. "I do not know where I am, nor why I am here. I would greatly appreciate any inform--

He was abruptly cut off by the ruler of Equestria as her wings shot out and she spoke again, her tone now fierce. Princess Celestia was confused and afraid, and rightfully so. A new stallion, who was just as tall, and certainly heavier than the tallest ponies in Equestria was in her sleeping chamber for reasons beyond her and was acting like he didn't know where he was. "Leave, now!" she commanded as though it should have been obvious, which, to most at least, it definitely should have been.

The massive stallion simply deadpanned, his ears folding back against his head as he continued right from where he was cut off, obviously unfazed by her shout. "I would appreciate any information you can offer me on where I am currently. Shouting will not get us anywhere, wouldn't you agree?" he questioned, staring at her with an unmoved stance. Gojira had seen much in his life, three-headed aliens and parasitic creatures dulled him to much of what was happening now. Attempts on his life had been made numerous times by much more frightening beings than a milky white equine with a fancy floating mane. The stallion sighed as Celestia stood before him, rolling his eyes. "If you will not offer me the information I desire, then I shall be on my way," he exclaimed, moving to walk by her.

Princess Celestia's horn glowed as the supposed "Gojira" walked by her nonchalantly, though he moved with a subtle limp and a clear indication of age. The alicorn was rather disgusted by his lack of any obvious intimidation and respect for her stance. Didn't he know who she was?! With the flash of her horn, the kirin's muscles were forced to lock, his body becoming encased in a flash of golden brilliance. "You are not going anywhere until you tell me why you are here," she barked at him, beginning to lose her temper and collected mannerisms.

Gojira looked down in fascination at the golden hues that surrounded his form, save for his head. His brows raised as he flexed, attempting to move. After a brief moment of trying to coax his limbs into moving, he ceased to attempt, looking over at the annoyed mare with a snort. "Were you listening to me earlier? I said I don't know. Please release me from whatever it is you are doing and I will be on my way. But do not push me to violence before I can collect myself and understand what is going on here," he beckoned, furrowing his brows to form a slight leer directed at Celestia.

Princess Celestia circled around him with a pause, flicking an ear in confusion. This stallion, whoever he was, was not trying to fight against her, and clearly meant no ill will. He was simply confused, trying to find his bearings. The hole in the ceiling and crater on the floor was a clear indication that he was simply lost. Hesitantly, Princess Celestia released her magical grip around his body and spoke, forcing herself to relax. "You really don't know who I am, or where you are... Do you?" she asked, furrowing a brow and stepping back slightly as the stallion shifted his limbs with the release of her magic.

"Should I?" Gojira asked, looking up at the mare and raising a brow.

Princess Celestia paused, stunned. She blinked a few times and shook her head as though to clear her vision. "I... Gojira, was it? Walk with me... I think there is much you need to know..."

-Earth-

Mark Russell looked up with a long sigh, his brows furrowed as he gazed upon the monitor depicting Godzilla's vitals... They were all flat, heart rate gone, location unknown... All of it was dead. Fortunately, so was Monster Zero's, Rodan's, Behemoth, and Scylla's... All of the major Titans that had been freed during the 2019 attempt at human extinction via Emma Russell and Alan Jonah's hands... They were gone, the signature's flat...

Mark's thoughts couldn't help shifting to Doctor Ishiro Serizawa, the man who had sacrificed himself to save Godzilla and the planet... But now... His sacrifice seemed to have been in vain. Godzilla was gone, taken away from the planet by Monarch's own doing. The government had developed a prototype weapon, forced Monarch to build and design it. Dimension Tide, a satellite mounted weapon, was just launched across the globe, eliminating all major threats from monsters. But that was the problem. Dimension Tide didn't discriminate. Godzilla, Mothra... Kong... So many of the Titans that maintained peace and order were eradicated, and many had come to realize that they weren't just "coming back"... They were truly gone.

Which meant Serizawa's work, his death... Were all in vain. Mark Russell sighed and looked over at his daughter Madison, whom was looking up at her father with a tear rolling down her cheek. "They're just... Gone?" she asked, furrowing a brow whilst her hands went limp by her side.

"I'm sorry, Maddie," Mark whispered, his gaze shifting back up to the monitor as he uttered a long sigh.

-Equestria-

The stallion snarled, pupils constricted into slits as his limbs flailed. He was falling, wings refusing to function despite his best efforts. He felt weak, drained of energy. All electrical currents that had been zapping their way through his system abandoned him as he plummeted to the ground below, the sight of a rooftop visible. Ghidorah shrieked, his long tails thrashing behind him as he attempted to angle his legs down. As this all happened, his panic had him focused more upon survival than the fact that he was no longer a biped, or even that he no longer possessed three heads. The stallion was getting closer, the threat of impact inevitable as he clenched his teeth and simply braced. He wasn't going to make the landing gracefully...

Mere seconds later, his body slammed against the roof of the building and shattered the tiles, his weight continuing to drag him to the floor and creating a shallow crater as tile was flung skyward and flooring cracked. One of two beings that his body almost struck leaped back with a yelp, whilst the other simply paused in his action and squeezed his eyes shut through the cloud of dust that rose around him.

Gojira blinked multiple times and shook his head with a grunt, briefly glancing over at the heavily breathing form of Princess Celestia, her eyes wide and chest heaving. The stallion cocked a brow briefly and shifted his view from her to the crater now laid out before him. Looking slightly down into it, he could see a golden stallion with dragonic wings and twin tails rising to unsteady hooves, shaking his head with a low groan. Gojira's nostrils flared and he took in the unfortunate soul's scent. Faint static electricity wafted off of the fellow kirin's body.

"Greetings," Gojira exclaimed as the winged stallion stumbled out of the crater and looked over at him, very clear confusion clad upon his muzzle. The realization hadn't sunk in... That these two had once tried to kill each other over rule of Terra.

The golden kirin gave a nod and rolled his shoulders, looking down and noticing the tile floor beneath four legs instead of two. He grimaced. "What am I?" he muttered in a slightly British accent, voice smooth and lustrous, as appose to Gojira's own gruff and grizzled. This kirin was quite young by comparison, and handsome at that, with well-kept sideburns, a backward sweeping mane that came down into an almost feathery collar, and vivid, if intimidating orange eyes. A pair of horns jutted from the back of his head, long and curved slightly, and a ridge of bone ran up the length of his slightly narrow snout. This newcomer folded a pair of dragon-like wings, of which were an impressive size, and looked up, eyeing the two before him.

At first, Princess Celestia was admittedly quite intimidated by the tall kirin, who seemed to be taller than even Gojira, an already massive stallion by Equestrian standards... And true, Gojira was heavier, but this newcomer had an air of grace and regalness about him. He carried himself like a king. "More important to know... Who are you?" She inquired, furrowing a curious brow as she approached him cautiously.

"I am Ghidorah, King of the Titans," he exclaimed, tilting his head in a prideful manner and lifting a hoof. Perfect opportunity for him to instill some fear into these two... He was a conquerer, and a new world needed conquering. It helped that he managed to get accustomed to this new body surprisingly fast, all things considered.

The dark green stallion standing adjacent to him, however... Was not ready to be conquered, furrowing a brow into a fierce leer. "Excuse me? I do sincerely hope that my ears have deceived me, but I do not believe that that can possibly be true," Gojira retorted, remaining quite calm at this moment in time, especially considering the fact that his nemesis stood before him claiming his title.

"Why is that difficult to believe?" Ghidorah smirked, still not yet having put the pieces together as he stared down upon the flowering stallion. "Could it be that perhaps you are jealous of who I am? Have you heard of me, perhaps, and envy the position I have over Titans?" the golden kirin snickered, testing this stallion's patience knowingly. He knew very well at this point whom he was speaking to... Ghidorah was the usurper and this stallion... Was the usurped.

"More realistically, you are a false king," Gojira growled, baring a set of fangs as Celestia cocked her brows. The alicorn was unsure what to make of the situation as the two seemingly sized each other up, with the Titan King's antagonistic behavior and Gojira's growling. She listened to the grizzled veteran speak. "You only seek to destroy, to shape the world in your image, and you know I can not allow that, Ghidorah. This is a new world. You are not yet accustomed to it. Do not lie, and do not challenge me," Gojira growled, taking a less confrontational stance and attempting some form of reasoning with the hydra-turned-kirin.

Ghidorah simply snorted. "Do not tell me what I can and can not to, Gojira! I am a King, while you are simply a servant to my cause! You will fall to my claws in servitude, just as Rodan did, just as Methuselah did! Or you will die to my claws, same as Anguirus... And same as Mosura!" Ghidorah snarled, his wings flaring outward as he bared his own set of fangs, a forked tongue slithering between his teeth as his twin tails thrashed in aggression.

Gojira sneered, his eyes flickering briefly. His stoicism was being tested. The fact that this extra-terrestrial tyrant possessed such audacity as to speak down upon those that Gojira once called ally infuriated the stallion, and it showed, his ears folding flat against his head as his eyes continued to flicker with blue lights. "Stand... Down... I defeated you once, do not think I can't do it again."

"Oh please, then! Bring me down trembling at your feet! I grovel in fear!" Ghidorah hissed, grinning malevolently as he spoke.

At this point in time, Princess Celestia had quite effectively discerned who was the antagonistic, and deceitful of the two, standing alongside Gojira and speaking whilst her horn began to shimmer and pulse, her mane flowing elegantly beside her whilst her wings flared outwards.

Ghidorah snarled in displeasure at the two, taking a step back. As much as he hated it, the Titan could not deny what was laid before him. Gojira, even by himself was a threat. But now, being in a compromised form, and lacking two of his three heads, Ghidorah could not hope to easily defeat the King of the Monsters. His stubbornness, and pride, however, seemed to disagree, and Ghidorah reared back onto his hind hooves, sparks of gold trailing up his throat as his jaws went wide. Golden gravitons built up in the back of his throat as his eyes flickered and sparked before he slammed back down onto all fours, throwing his jaws and unleashing a torrent of energy upon Princess Celestia.

Before the beam could connect, however, Gojira stepped into the way, jolts of energy running through his body as he growled. The giant stallion huffed and tanked the blast, pain beginning to develop at the direct blast sight on his side. Slowly, the beam had begun to peel away his fur and skin, eliciting a pained shout from Gojira. Fortunately, Ghidorah was forced to cut the beam, gasping for breath. Gojira looked over with a wince, blood running down his ribs as he shifted and began to advance towards the kirin. "Miss, I suggest you see yourself to an exit... I will return when I have dealt with this scum," Gojira growled to Celestia, baring his fangs as he advanced upon the golden stallion.

Ghidorah looked up upon catching his breath, seeing the enraged Titan that was Gojira approaching him. He couldn't face this stallion! Not in his current state. Briefly, panic took Ghidorah as he stepped back, his eyes wide. Gojira was seemingly no less dangerous to him than he was on Terra...

Before Ghidorah had the opportunity to flee, however, a four-legged being with burnt red scales and a jagged beak crashed through a window adjacent to them with a harrowing war cry synonymous with a devilish shriek, splaying out a pair of claws on its forelimbs. Ghidorah smirked as the Fire Demon slammed into Gojira full force, claws digging into his flesh.

Gojira roared out angrily and craned his neck over his shoulder as a gryphon, devoid of any feathers and only scales, attempted to rip the stallion apart. "Get off," Gojira snarled, throwing his body so that the gryphons would lose their balance.

Rodan beat his wings once and landed beside Ghidorah, hissing like an angry cat. The gryphon was huge, and built stocky, with shorter legs, and a broad torso. Small, jagged osteoderms ran down his chest, and of the three Titans, Rodan had remained the least changed. His tail, now long and lion-like, was tipped with a diamond-shaped fan, and his eyes were of burning orange hues, the edges of his wings pulsing slightly with small vein-like lines of orange amongst the hardened, magma armor.

Gojira growled, eyes flickering as his nostrils flared. Princess Celestia watched with a mixture of curiosity and horror as a blue light trailed up his spine from the tip of his tail, and his eyes burned with fierce blue lights.

Author's Note

Artwork of Gojira by MickeyMonster on DeviantArt
Artwork of Ghidorah by Faith-Wolff