Godzilla: Titans to Equestria
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
Godzilla: Titans to Equestria
-Equestria-
Gojira glared upon the gryphon and stallion before him, his eyes blazing as his mane and tail flickered. The grizzled Titan looked over at Rodan, his expression firm, and demanding respect. "Rodan, think! Think for yourself, damnit! You know he's a false king! So wake up!" he growled, furrowing his brows whilst trying in vain to win the gryphon over. "This isn't a battle that you can win, so pick the right side, or get out of the way," he growled as they circled.
Princess Celestia could only watch as Gojira spoke, her eyes wide. This was all new to her. Titans? Rodan? All she had managed to discern was that this was no new rivalry, and that, at least at one point, the angry looking gryphon was once an ally of Gojira. Taking a step back, the tall alicorn weighed her options. What could she do against these ponies (and gryphon), that could halt their rampage with minimal damage to her building and staff. There was always the aggressive approach, show some power in the hopes that they would immediately cease all menace towards each other. But given what they were, that would surely fail. Choosing favorites was never her favorite thing to do, but so far, this "Gojira" as he claimed himself to be, seemed the most peaceful. Ghidorah was making supposedly false claims and Rodan was with the kirin, so they couldn't be trusted. Princess Celestia shook her head and stomped a hoof against the floor, the following clack! that sounded off akin to a judges gavel against a podium. She needed to take order, despite her confusion. This was her castle and these invaders needed to follow her rule. "By the Light of my Sun! I command thee to cease thy action!" she shouted, mane flowing regally as her wings flared out and her horn flared, golden hues locking all three of the growling Titans in place.
Marching between the three, Celestia looked back and forth between Gojira and the two others. Ghidorah snarled, baring his fangs. "Release me! Or feel my wrath!" the golden stallion shouted at her, muscles rippling as he attempted to escape the magical grasp that Celestia had on him. The stallion snarled and strained to break free, but no matter his attempts, Ghidorah was held firmly to the floor. With a growl, the hydra-turned-pony threw his jaws open, burning yellow and gold lights collecting in the back of his maw, his gaze locked unwaveringly onto Equestria's monarch.
Princess Celestia reacted in turn, her magic slamming his jaws shut on themselves and choking out the building gravitons. "Do not test me, Mister Ghidorah!" she shouted, eliciting a noticeable look of surprise from Ghidorah as Rodan ceased his own struggling, beak tight. Gojira, in turn, raised a brow, rather impressed with Celestia's ability to take control of the situation as she spoke again. "Whatever quarrel you three have wherever you come from, it dies here! You are here, in my castle, you obey my command! Do I make myself abundantly clear?!" Celestia shouted in an authoritative tone, her gaze trailing amongst the three.
-The Everfree Forest-
The tall goat sighed softly, his gaze shifting around the landscape as he furrowed a brow. Methuselah walked with a limp in his step, his back, left leg lifted up as he looked around him, green eyes shifting to the canopy and all of the life that it teemed with. Struck with awe, the goat allowed himself a small smile, despite his broken ankle from the rough landing through the trees. Methuselah inhaled deeply and took in the smells of the air. This was a new land indeed, and now free from the light control of his mind that Titanus Ghidorah had on his mind, the goat was able to take the time to calm his beating heart and collect his bearings. His brows furrowed and Methuselah frowned at the recollection. Humans... He remembered the humans...
Princess Luna trotted along the beaten path, a cloak covering her back and hood obscuring her face. She was on her way back from a trip to the Crystal Empire to check in on its rulers and the heir to its throne, having decided to walk for some of the way to enjoy her surroundings, rather than simply glaze over it all in a flight back to Cabterlot... As she walked along, the regal mare noticed a dirty brown ram wandering rather aimlessly, moss crawling down his back and a gruff appearance to his form. He possessed large, curled horns, and like many rams, his shoulders were higher up than his hips, but head low. Luna cocked a brow. She didn't recognize this goat, but he looked wiser than even Star Swirl the Bearded. The tall mare frowned at seeing his limp and gently trotted up to the ram, now realizing just how massive he was. This ram was easily as tall as the alicorn herself, and vegetation had grown off of his chest. He could have been a gardener that lived in the Everfree, which would explain her having never met him. But he looked lost...
"Hello? Sir?" she greeted, approaching him from behind and sweeping off her hood to greet him whilst observing his limp.
Methuselah turned at hearing an elegant, gentle voice, ears flicking to attention as he faced the source of the voice. The ram gazed up at Princess Luna and allowed himself a welcoming, warm smile before he shifted his gaze back around to the beauty of the nature around him. "Hello... Care to join me? I was just admiring the leaves as they change for the season," Methuselah smiled, seeming not at all fazed at the sight of the abnormally colored equine before him. Terra had horses, but none of the variety as what he saw now. He didn't much mind that strangeness though, his green eyes looking around his surroundings as he took a short step. "Do you ever stop... Stop and take in the beauty that Mother Nature has bestowed upon us?" His voice was gravely and deep, withholding age and wisdom, even peace. This was a ram who knew his place in the world and had accepted that all things came to an end, even himself.
Princess Luna briefly glanced up at the fiery orange leaves and sighed softly. "Not as often as I would like," she replied softly before observing his hind hood raised from the path and held up close to his body. "Are you alright, Sir? You're ankle looks--"
Methuselah lifted a split hoof to hush her. "Look," he observed, gesturing towards a nest among one tree in particular as a blue jay fluttered down to the bundle of twigs and dead leaves. Tiny heads visibly poked their heads up, beaks wide as they begged their mother for the food that she had returned to give them. The goat smiled and looked back over at Luna, his motions slow and deliberate. "Afraid I took a bit of a rough tumble upon my arrival and likely broke my ankle," he sighed, finally acknowledging her words as he looked over to his foot.
"I see," Princess Luna replied, hiding her confusion at his words regarding arrival. He was indeed quite large for a ram, and looked indeed lost on top of that oddity. Was he not from Equestria perhaps? The alicorn let a deep, night sky blue magic envelop her horn before it flowed out and wrapped his ankle. "This may hurt a little, but I'm sure it is better than a broken ankle," she exclaimed, listening carefully as his bones realigned themselves and mended with her magic. The ram grimaced briefly before her magic dissipated and she sighed softly. "There, all healed," she smiled with a motherly manner to her expression as he set his hoof down and tested it.
"You have my thanks, Miss... I am Methuselah," he said kindly, giving her a brief nod as he made himself steady against the beaten path upon realizing that his weight would be supported by all fours at this point. "Might you be so kind as to inform me upon my location? I'm sure you have noticed, but I am quite lost!" he exclaimed, turning a circle and searching for anything familiar that may elude to where he was at this time.
"Methuselah... I am Princess Luna of Equestria. You are currently in the Everfree Forest," the alicorn exclaimed with a nod of acknowledgement to his question. "If you don't mind my asking, Methuselah, where have you come from? You are certainly quite big for any ram that I have seen in my thousand years here in Equestria," Luna continued on, scanning his form over rather curiously. "What events have brought you to the Everfree?"
"To be fair with you, Your Majesty, I am quite unsure of that myself," the ram replied respectfully before one of her statements in particular brought a raised brow from the goat. "A ram? So that is what you call the creature I am now," the Titan exclaimed, looking down at himself and lifting a split, cloven hoof. "How interesting," he grunted.
"You mean to say that this is not your usual form?" Princess Luna inquired, growing more and more curious about the origins of this friendly being as the seconds wore on and the ram spoke. What was he? Where was he from? Why was he a ram, if not before now? Magic mishap, perhaps? Dimensional shift in form, maybe? She wanted to ask more, but whereas Twilight Sparkle may not have shown any such patience, Luna allowed Methuselah time to catch his bearings and figure things out.
"I can not say it is, Princess... You see, I am from Terra, and was once a mighty giant that watched over nature when need be, before a great foe woke me from my slumber, that is," Methuselah explained, his memories going back to the golden titan not of his world. "Perhaps you have heard of Terra?" he asked, furrowing a brow. He hoped- no, prayed that Luna could help him, but given how strange this world had been so far, he feared this would be for naught. Equestria was quite strange to him, the sights and sounds, even the smell of the air was foreign to that of Terra, and as the minutes passed, as he grew more familiar, the ram feared for the worst.
"I do apologize, Methuselah, I do not know what Terra is... Might I take you to my home? Perhaps my elder sister may help you find out what is happening right now. I am quite intrigued myself," Luna exclaimed, her tone caring, and with meaning. She was still getting used to receiving kindness from ponies after the Nightmare Moon Fiasco, and in turn, was still getting used to helping ponies in turn... Or in this case, a confused old ram...
"If you would be so kind, Princess... I would greatly appreciate any sort of information I can be given upon this predicament. I would like to be home as of now, and perhaps you and your sister might help me," Methuselah replied kindly, beginning to follow Princess Luna as she started down the beaten path. "I must thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. This world is strange to me, but I am thankful that you have been so kind. Tell me, are all of... Equestria's inhabitants so amicable?"
"I wish I could say that they are, Methuselah... But some of us Equestrians are quite the opposite... Myself included once upon a time," Princess Luna sighed as they moved along, the tall ram walking alongside her and looking up at Luna as she spoke. Sensing a dark past in this mare, the Titan swiveled his head back to the path and frowned.
"Well... Perhaps we can learn some things from each other. You seem kind enough in my old eyes," he said with a smile, attempting to reassure this total stranger, that of whom had decided to help an equal stranger with little hesitation.
-Ponyville-
Mothra was confused, very confused. She had seen much in her lifetime, but nothing so strange as this... A small trio of equines stood before her, nothing too special there. But one possessed purple fur, a horn and wings, another cyan fur with wings, and the third, a pale yellow mare with a light pink mane... Also with wings and hiding behind the blue pony. Mothra took a step towards them curiously, tilting her head whilst a set of feathery antenna, sweeping backwards on her head twitched.
Twilight Sparkle glared fiercely at the tall, feminine changeling before her, her horn sparking with energy as she flared out her wings to seem intimidating. Rather than be intimidated though, the changeling simply looked confused. "Don't move, Chrysalis!" Twilight barked as Rainbow Dash glared daggers at the changeling, her wings poised and ears flat against her head. Fluttershy... Well, she was being Fluttershy, hiding behind her two friends with a soft squeak.
The tall changeling spoke, her voice elegant and harmonious, with a royal edge to it and a subtle deepness. It wasn't quite Celestia levels of regal, but it was more elegant than Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire. There was certainly a royalness to her voice and tone, nevertheless. "I'm sorry? I do apologize for my ignorance, but who is Chrysalis?" the changeling inquired, tilting her head subtly whilst her ears went flat against her head.
"Whaddya mean, who's Chrysalis?! Don't play games with us!" Rainbow Dash snapped in that characteristic raspy voice of hers, eyes never straying away from the changeling.
Mothra stepped back slightly, visibly confused as she furrowed a brow. "I'm sorry?" she inquired, a pair of red, yellow, and grey, moth-like wings flexing against her back. The Queen of the Monsters only grew more and more beffudled as the time went on, unsure of what was happening or why she was being berated by unnaturally colored equines. She was hopelessly lost in the conversation, and the purple pony must have noticed this, for Mothra observed her squinting now at the changeling, studying her.
Well, this was certainly not your average changeling. For one, she was startlingly tall, maybe even more so than Princess Celestia herself. The changeling's eyes were without pupils, as was the case with most of their race. But her eyes (complimented by lavender painted eyelids) were a vivid, sparkling blue, that of which almost seemed... Friendly? In fact, this changeling overall had quite a friendly appearance to her overall, with a long, white mane draped over her shoulders to match her tail, a collar of brown feathers around her neck, and lighter brown, sand colored armor. Her wings were gorgeous, and quite large, many rather distracting designs covering them. Unlike most changelings as well, her hooves were not hole filled, and in fact had two small, blunt claws caping each hoof. The more Twilight looked her over, the less confident she was that Queen Chrysalis had just meandered into Ponyville to wreak havoc for no obvious reason.
"You aren't Queen Chrysalis," Twilight exclaimed, letting the sparking of her horn die off as she forced herself to relax, standing upright with a visibly confused expression. "But... That... This doesn't make sense," she stuttered, lifting a hoof to her head. It certainly didn't make sense at all, but this changeling didn't act like even a disguised Chrysalis, whom would have stuttered slightly over herself and outed that she was in disguise. Besides that, Chrysalis wouldn't be dumb enough to disguise as a changeling, let alone go for such a unique, and eye catching design.
Before Twilight could speak further, the changeling spoke. "My name is Mothra, Child. I am the Queen of the Titans and guardian to the King, Gojira. I mean you no ill will, you may relax. All three of you," the changeling said with a warm, radiant smile that almost instantly made Twilight feel better. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy though? They were still apprehensive...
"Baloney! You're Chrysalis through and through! I know what shenanigans you're up to and you won't fool me, Bug!" Rainbow Dash scolded, hopping into the air and pressing her muzzle firmly to the newcomer's whilst beating her wings to remain airloft.
Mothra furrowed a brow and took a step back, leaning her head away from Rainbow before her sabre shaped horn sparkled with hues of green and blue. What followed next was Rainbow Dash lazily collapsing to the ground, curling up into a fetal position with a noisy snore. "My apologies, but the hostility from your friend was... Less than ideal," Mothra exclaimed. "She isn't lastingly effected, just a short nap to calm her nerves," the changeling said with a nod towards Twilight and a long sigh. "I apologize again for any startle I may have caused you, but I am unfortunately quite lost. Perhaps you might be willing to help me? I need to find out if my king is alright at this time."
Twilight Sparkle tilted her head and flicked an ear as Mothra spoke. There certainly weren't any kings that she knew of in the area, unless there was the unlikely chance that this changeling was a servant to King Sombra, the Crystal Empire's former ruler, and a bloodthirsty tyrant. "King? You mentioned a... Gojira, was it? Is that your king? Hm, I've never heard of him. Maybe he's from across the seas or something? What does he look like, Miss Mothra?" the Element of Magic inquired, equally as puzzled as the regal changeling before her.
"Across seas, no... And given my current form, I am unsure what he looks like at this time. Perhaps some knowledge upon my own location may help us locate Gojira?" Mothra suggested, furrowing a brow. Finding the King of the Titans was just as important to Mothra as getting back to her own home was. It was crucial that she found him. Beyond just him being her King, he was also her friend, and an ally.
"Well, this is Equestria... The Land of Magic and Friendship," Twilight smiled, looking up at Mothra with a grin.
Mothra looked down at the mare with a blank expression. She wasn't sure if she should laugh at how cliche and silly that sounded, or just take it as is, given who was saying it... A pretty purple pony. "Equestria," she simply repeated, uttering a long sigh. "I have never heard of such a land, which would perhaps explain my current form, if this Equestria you speak about is not of my own home on Terra," she surmised, glancing around her and taking in the sights. Now that she thought about it, everything certainly seemed bigger... Unless she was smaller, which was more likely to be the case. Given what she herself looked like now, the changeling female could only imagine what Gojira would look like, and even snickered to herself picturing a monster like Ghidorah stuck and devolved to such a form as an equine. Dragon to pony... Certainly an amusing thought... Unless that pony would still be the most powerful being on the planet... Mothra looked back down to Twilight. "Is there a higher power you can take me to? I very much need to locate Gojira. It is quite urgent that he is found by me before he is found by..." She trailed off, not wanting to alarm Twilight.
"Oh! Yeah! Of course, just hold still. This might tickle. I'm gonna take you straight to Princess Celestia!" Twilight exclaimed before looking over at her still conscious friend. "Flutter, did you wanna come with us?" she inquired.
"O-oh! No thank you, Twi... I think I'll stay here and make sure Rainbow wakes up okay," Fluttershy stuttered bashfully, using this reason as a way to escape this whole fiasco with Titans and Kings in a convincing manner whilst her eyes unknowingly stared up at the changeling in fear, as appose to Twilight's own awe.
"Okay, Twilight Sparkle shrugged as her horn simmered and she looked back up at Mothra. "And we'll be gone in three... two... one..."
POP!!
Author's Note
Artwork of Mothra by FallenAngel5414 on DeviantArt!
