"Why does this highway have to be so long," Travis groaned as he trudged along the sun-baked road towards Santa Destroy.

Even though Jeanne wasn't walking, she too was growing exhausted from the sun beating down on them as she rode on Travis's shoulder.

Travis was no stranger to long pathways. The utility tunnel that led to Letz Shake, and the path to the King's Face before he fought Alice Twilight were both long as hell, but they weren't this long. Or blazing hot. Or heavily polluted with litter thrown by passing drivers.

A half-eaten cheeseburger was thrown at Travis, which he shared with Jeanne when he caught it.

As they ate, Travis's mind wandered to if his friends changed into humans the way that he turned into a pony when he went to their world. He imagined the reactions they were all having when they saw their new bodies.

"Spike, what do I look like right now," Twilight asked as she felt her face with her newly discovered hands.

She had already figured out that they had changed into what Travis called 'humans', and conveyed the information to Spike. She then began to brim with glee at the idea of being among the newly discovered species, and experiencing their ways of living firsthoof.

Er, hand.

If she was to fully experience their culture, she had to talk like them too.

"I don't know. Like a monkey, I guess," Spike answered.

When they awoke, they found themselves in what looked like a school library (on the second floor, judging by the view outside the window), that they were now humans, and they were fully clothed.

Spike had on a purple t-shirt with a vicious dragon printed on the front, along with a pair of black jeans and skate shoes. Around his neck was a necklace made of a piece of cord, and what looked like dragon fangs decorating it.

Twilight was dressed in more of a school uniform, but hers' was different from the ones the other girls around her wore.

While the other girls wore white shirts with sleeves that reached their elbows, sweater vests, brown skirts with matching socks and black shoes, Twilight wore a white shirt with sleeves to her wrists, a small, lavender scarf tied around her neck, a green skirt, white socks and brown shoes.

"I know. But what do my features look like? What's the proportion of my nose to the rest of my face? Did my eyes change color? What's the surface area of my cheeks?"

"You're eyes are still purple," Spike answered, not able to keep up with the academic questions.

And Twilight knew that was all the information she was going to get out of him. She'd just have to find a mirror and do a thorough examination and analysis herself.

"Okay, that's actually kind of helpful," Twilight said as she started walking between the bookshelves, her eyes scanning the titles on the spines, "We should ask sompo--someone--for help."

They soon met with a person, who judging by Travis's description was a male of his species.

"Excuse me," she began politely.

Before she could even make her request, the person spoke to her.

"Hey, look at you. How come I haven't seen you around before?" The boy asked her.

"Uh, I'm actually new here," Twilight said slightly nervously.

This person seemed to be friendly enough from his first impression, but Twilight couldn't help but feel like something was off about him. Maybe it was the way he chuckled once she answered. It wasn't a friendly, warm chuckle, but more like one that sounded like a villain from one the books she read.

"Well, welcome to the university. You look kind of young to be in college. How old are you?" He asked as he took a slight step closer to Twilight.

"Seventeen," Twilight answered, desperately wanting to leave. She would have left just then, but she learned a long time ago that oftentimes, others weren't nearly as scary as they seemed.

"Still just a little girl," the person said in a slightly condescending tone. "Why don't you spend a little time with me? I been with a lot of girls, and they all end up women at the end of the day."

Completely missing that she was being asked out, Twilight decided that she should just stick to the matter at hand and ask him for help.

"I actually wanted to ask you something. Do you know anyone named Travis Touchdown?"

She became worried when she saw the person's face change to a scowl.

"Travis Touchdown!? The bastard who killed my girlfriend, and the captain of the football team! The guy who wrecked the campus with his giant robot suit! And then to top it all off, he beat up my cousin who just wanted to meet him!"

Twilight backed away as he angrily advanced towards her, until her back was against a bookshelf.

"What do you know about him? Where is he?"

"I-I don't know! I swear," Twilight said, trying to use her magic to escape. She then remembered that Travis once told her that magic was something that could only be used by a very select few humans. She was apparently not one of them. Twilight let out a frightened squeak when she saw the person draw a knife from his pocket and hold it to her face.

"I promised that nothing would stop me from killing him! And if you're covering his ass, you're whole existence will be nothing but pain until you tell me where he is!" He threatened her.

At that point, Spike stepped in and pushed him away from Twilight.

"Back off," he ordered, taking a combat stance.

The boy with the knife scoffed when he saw Spike, not believing that some kid would stand up to him like that.

"Look at you, little Mr. Tough Guy," he said, talking down to Spike, "What are you, her boyfriend? Get lost."

As he spoke, he put his hand on Spike's forehead and pushed him back.

Spike was not about to take that offense lying down. To protect Twilight, he took the biggest book he could find off the shelf and jabbed the spine of it into the boy's soft and vulnerable stomach, making him keel over.

"I'm her brother--"

He swung the book in an uppercut that knocked him backwards.

"--Jerk!!"

"Spike," Twilight reprimanded him.

Spike knew he was in trouble. Twilight only used that tone when he did something wrong, but what was she doing it for at a time like this?

"I'm sorry, Twilight! I thought he was gonna hurt you," Spike reasoned.

Instead of admonishing him for hitting someone else, she took the book from his hand and showed him the spine.

"Do you have any idea how you could have damaged this book's spine?" Twilight sternly asked.

Normally, Spike would have felt some kind of remorse for his actions, but if that was where Twilight's priorities were, he couldn't help but not feel too bad for what he did.

Their attention was drawn to the boy, who had gotten up, and brandished his knife.

He was soon joined by more students, possibly his friends, or more likely members of his gang, judging by the way that they were all armed and ready to back up the boy Spike had hit.

"Let me clue you in to something, tough guy," the boy, who was the apparent leader of the group said as he rubbed his aching chin, "Nobody, I mean nobody, fucks with us! And everyone who has, ended up dog food! That's all you are, tough guy: a worthless--"

He would have gone on like that, but he and his gang were suddenly bombarded by several books that Spike began throwing at them all, to Twilight's mortification.

Spike had grown tired of listening to him shoot his mouth off, and needed to get him and Twilight out of there. Now that she didn't have any magic, it was up to him to take care of any threat.

He and Twilight both slowly backpedaled away from the situation as Spike continued to throw books.

Not the most effective tactic, as one of the larger boys charged on through, armed with a knife of his own.

Spike braced himself, as he remembered the lessons with Travis: a charging opponent is begging to be halted with an opposing force.

As soon as the charging opponent was in range, Spike jumped high and thrust both of his feet into his face.

His opponent's head recoiled, and his feet flew into the air, making him land hard on his back.

Spike landed softly on his stomach and rolled to grab and twist his opponent's arm into a painful submission hold.

One of the other boys came in to save his friend by kicking Spike in his side.

The force of the kick was enough to make him release his submission hold and sent him rolling.

Spike ended up with his back to a chair, which he used as a shield against a downward stab.

His opponent's knife had gotten stuck in the seat, so he grabbed the entire chair to smash it onto Spike.

Spike caught the chair's legs before they hit him, and he kicked the attacker's knee, making him stagger to one side.

The chair was then maneuvered so that the attacker would sit on it. Painfully so, considering his knife handle was sticking out of the seat.

More attackers came, and Spike deftly dodged around the chair, keeping the one sitting every time that he tried to stand up.

Two of them cornered Spike between the chair and the table it came from, and he needed a quick escape.

Spike kicked the back of the chair, booting the seated attacker out so that he could jump over it.

He placed his hands on the back, and quickly jumped over, his feet landing on the seat.

Before he could jump away, the back legs of the chair were kicked out from under it, making him fall backwards and land on the table behind him.

One of the attackers stabbed at Spike.

Spike dodged, but not without the sleeve of his shirt getting pinned to the table.

He continued to roll out of the way of each successive attack, twisting his body from side to side, and around the surface of the table, kicking anyone who approached.

Twilight watched on, now regretting that she didn't accept Spike's offer to teach her what he learned in his combat lessons. She had always relied on her magic and quick thinking to get out of a tight spot, but now without magic, what was she left with? Logic? Reasoning? She figured it was worth a shot.

When Spike pulled the knife that was pinning his sleeve loose, Twilight pulled him aside and restrained him with her hands on his shoulders.

"Wait!" Twilight said to the advancing attackers.

They stopped, curious to what she had to say.

"I know that you think we've somehow wronged you, but we're not your enemies. We're only here to find our lost friends. Whatever happened is between you and Travis, not us."

Twilight didn't like that she was placing the blame on one of her friends, but something was needed to be done to solve the problem peaceably. Maybe later when this boy met with Travis, they could resolve their differences without murdering each other (more likely Travis murdering him).

One by one, each of the boys put away their weapons, Twilight's words ringing to them. It seemed that her plan had worked. At least on most of the boys, that is. The leader of their group didn't seem to share their feelings.

"Fuck your hippie shit!" He yelled as he lunged with his knife drawn.

As soon as he moved, Spike jumped and put his arms around the attacker's neck.

With a twist of his body, he sent the two of them spinning to the floor.

"Celestia's sake!" Twilight yelled.

The other boys tried to break up the fight, but it was no good.

Spike and the gang leader continued their fight through the library, towards the stairs to the lower floor.

After dodging a downward stab, Spike unleashed a punch combo that finished with a suplex that sent the boy over the rails to the landing down below.

Spike followed up by jumping onto the rails and loosing a flawless triple backflip that flowed into a kneedrop attack.

It would have been an impressive sight if his opponent hadn't rolled out of the way, leaving Spike's knees to strike the hard wooden landing.

"OW! FUCK MY KNEES SIDEWAYS!!" Spike yelled.

"Spike!" Twilight yelled, admonishing his foul language. She was glad that he had found a male role model to look up to, but she couldn't help but think that he was a bad influence sometimes.

Spike knew that he was in for some sort of punishment when this was over. Most likely writing an essay about the use of proper language in social situations, but he couldn't worry about that too much at the moment.

He had to dodge another stab from his opponent.

Spike rolled over backwards, with several thumps down the stairs from the landing.

Twilight and the other boys made their way down the stairs to try and end the fight as the gang leader swung a book cart at his younger opponent.

Spike jumped and grabbed the end of the cart closest to him, swinging his feet into his opponent's face.

His reversal of the attack got a cheer from the other members of the boy's gang, who all couldn't believe that their leader was having his ass handed to him by a kid who couldn't be more than ten years old.

"Your brother's a fucking badass," one of them said to Twilight.

Twilight watched on as Spike and the gang leader trashed one another. She never really thought about it before, but Spike was just as capable as any of her friends when given the chance. Then again, she never gave him the chance to prove himself before.

"He really is something," she said as Spike unleashed a piledriver that split a table in half, and dazed his opponent.

The onlookers cheered as Spike raised his fists in victory.

His opponent wasn't out just yet, though.

Slowly, the boy fought past his slightly blurred vision and gripped the knife that he dropped when he hit the table.

Before his fingers even reached it, someone else's foot forcefully stepped on his hand.

Looking up, he saw the scowling face of a blonde girl with pigtails.

"Hey, Kimmy. How's it going, cuz," he greeted cheerfully to hide his anxiety from seeing the look on her face.

Kimmy reached down and lifted the boy to his feet by his nose.

"Picking fights with children," she sternly asked him, "I'm sure your guidance counselor will love to hear about this! Even I fight opponents my own size!"

Kimmy turned to the other members of the gang.

"Could you please make sure my cousin goes directly to his counselor? I don't want to hear anything about him skipping off to fight the other boys for dirty pictures of their sisters!"

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone about that," the gang leader said.

His cousin stopped him from saying anything further by tightening her grip on his nose.

"Go," she ordered, and the boys took their friend away from the scene.

Twilight wanted to grab Spike and leave right away, but she needed to thank the girl called Kimmy for her help before she did. She nervously approached the other girl, trying to muster the words to express her thanks, but all that came out was.

"Soooooo...we have to go now. Come on, Spike."

To her, the word 'horrible' never applied to a library, but things were very different there, and she wanted to leave that horrible place as soon as possible. But something stopped her.

When she took Spike's hand to guide him to the door, she saw that Kimmy had a picture on her binder of a human that was familiar to her. Granted, he had a different face and form, but the sunglasses, stylized hair and mischievous smile were unmistakeable.

"Wait!" Twilight said as she took the binder from Kimmy and showed her the picture of Travis, "Do you know this person?"

"I'm surprised there are people who don't," Kimmy said with a smile as she took her binder back, delighted to meet a fellow Travis fan, "He's Travis the Great. Possibly the most wonderful thing to happen in the world of assassination. I met him once before."

She then produced a map with directions to Travis's house from her binder and handed it to Twilight.

"Here. You can find where he lives with this. It's so refreshing to know that I'm not the only person completely obsessed with him."

"Uh, okay. Thank you," Twilight said, not fully understanding why she would be obsessed with Travis, and trying not to think about why Kimmy had a map to his house.

"Think nothing of it. I'd love to stay and swap stories with you about him, but I have clarinet lessons to go to." She then left the two to make their way to the door. But not before Spike grabbed a Pure White Lover Bizarre Jelly manga that he found lying on the floor, a casualty of the fight they were having. And what luck: it was volume one so he could get the story from the beginning.

Twilight looked at the map in her hand and led Spike out the door.

"Come on. We should get to Travis's house fast," she said to Spike, "I just hope he's home when we get there."

"Cold beer and hot pizza...Front row seats at a wrestling ring...Anime conventions without fanboys..."

Travis's brains were on the verge of cooking as he dragged his feet down the road.

By that time he had taken his jacket off and Jeanne was draped around his neck like a fuzzy scarf.

Both of them were panting heavily from the long walk that had gone on for a couple of hours now. They were both exhausted, and in desperate need of food and water, now that Travis was only running on happy thoughts.

"Strawberry and Blueberry kissing for fanservice...Pinkie...Sugary sweet, light of my life, Pinkie Pie...Pinkie in leather pants..."

Travis's mind began slipping into the gutter, but now he was diving headfirst into sewage.

"Pinkie in leather pants kissing Shinobu...Licking whipped cream off each other...On a bed with satin sheets..."

His train of thought was cut off by a lethargic meow from Jeanne.

"Sorry girl, but it keeps me going," Travis apologized to his pet.

It seemed that Fluttershy had rubbed off onto him, since he sensed slightly that his cat growing irritated with this line of thinking. After all, what about the things she liked?

"I promise that when we get home, I'll give you two cans of food, and I'll move your bed in front of the AC. Aw, crap. I forgot: we don't have an AC."

Jeanne groaned at Travis's words, as he went back to spouting off happy thoughts.

"Whipping around town on my motorcycle...Movies and video games...My orders coming to Beef Head on time..."

A few cities over, in San Romero, two figures appeared amid the crowd of the local high school populace.

Shinobu looked herself over, relieved to be back in her human body, with all of her clothes she had back in Equestria. She found herself dressed in her jeans, shoes and a white t-shirt which she wrote on with a marker 'I'm Armed and I'm All Out of Estrogen.'

As for Pinkie, she was dressed in a pink tube top with various candies printed around it. She wore black pants made of a material that she didn't recognize, but Shinobu called it 'leather.' Her feet were adorned with a pair of pink pumps that revealed her toes, which Pinkie was fascinated with, along with her new fingers.

"How come ponies don't have anything this much fun?" Pinkie wondered as she wiggled her fingers back and forth. What were perfectly mundane things to others, were marvelous wonders of evolutionary engineering to her.

"Human's don't have anything more interesting than what ponies do," Shinobu said stretching her legs out, getting re-accustomed to her bipedal form. It didn't take long for her to do, since this was the form that she was born with, but it still seemed prudent to settle in.

"So, where are we right now?" Pinkie asked as she touched her fingers together.

"Well, according to that gate over there: we're at San Romero High School," Shinobu said, pointing to a gate that had the school's name above it.

They were standing at a fountain that had a few benches placed around it.

Also present were a few of the students who were enjoying the morning before classes started, and they had their spirits broken by their soul-crushing teachers to turn them into obedient, apathetic automatons who conformed to the whims of society's trends. One boy in particular was sitting on a bench holding a box with a ribbon in his hands.

"Wow, you never said you could read backwards, Nobie," Pinkie cheered as she looked at the gate and found that the side they were on, the name of the school appeared to be reversed.

Shinobu groaned when she heard Pinkie's nickname for her. Granted, this one wasn't as bad as 'Shinny,' but it was still terrible, and anyone else who wasn't her friend would have been beaten to a nasty pulp for calling her that.

"That's something me and Travis should learn to do when we go back to Equestria," then something occurred to her. Something that was so ingrained into her being that she didn't even notice that it was gone until now.

"What happened to my Pinkie Sense!?" Pinkie asked aloud. She should have been able to sense exactly where all of their friends were at that very moment, but it had left her completely. "I feel so naked right now without my Pinkie Sense!?"

"Don't say that too loud. Some of these guys are just finding out what happens after puberty," Shinobu said, indicating the teenage boys around them both.

"Okay. Not having a Pinkie Sense isn't a problem," Pinkie reassured herself, as she reached over her shoulder, "We'll be fine as long as we have one of these!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she whipped her hand in front of herself, but was completely surprised to see that her hand was empty.

Shinobu smirked as she looked on, knowing exactly what Pinkie was trying to pull off. Or at least a general idea.

"Trying to pull some kind of map, or GPS device out of the air," she asked. In all this time of hanging out with Pinkie, she learned that anything was to be expected of her, even the most ridiculous, implausible thing.

"I was actually trying to find a dowsing rod, but I can't even get that," Pinkie said as she began to tremble. She had always relied on her innate abilities back home, but here things were so weird and different from what she knew.

"How will I go on in this harsh, unforgiving world that doesn't let me be Pinkie Pie!?" Pinkie shouted as she dropped to her knees. She came down from her hysterics when she felt Shinobu's hand on her shoulder.

"Don't sweat it, Pinkie," Shinobu reassured, "This place won't be so bad once you get used to it. Remember my first day in Ponyville?"

Pinkie recalled the period of adjustment that Shinobu had at that time, and stood back up, her worry slowly leaving her.

"It's alright. Just stick with me, and you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Those kids over there are eating each other!" Pinkie pointed out.

Sure enough, in the distance past the gate, there were kids eating their fellow students. The ones doing the eating looked much different from the other kids. Their skin was a clammy grey color, and partially decomposed; and their eyes had turned blood red.

"Should we do something?"

"Yeah: kick their asses, and don't get bit," was all Shinobu said before she and Pinkie rushed into action.

As soon as they exited the gate, they both kicked one of the double doors behind them, slamming it shut.

The girls then went to work fighting off any of the cannibalistic creatures who were attacking the students.

Pinkie felt a tad odd, not being able to produce needed items from oblivion, but she made do with only her erratic unarmed fighting style, which was also stunted due to the fact that she could no longer break the laws of physics and nature to her will.

In only less than a minute, the two cleared out the area in front of the gate.

Pinkie would have felt bad about killing anything for any reason, but technically, zombies were already dead. So that meant that she wasn't actually killing anything, but really, she was correcting a mistake in the natural order of things.

"That's taken care of," Pinkie proudly announced, "Do you think there are any more of them sneaking around here?"

"They're zombies, Pinkie. Of course there're more of them," Shinobu responded as she sharpened her sword.

"Oh, right. Duh," Pinkie said, lightly hitting her head. How could she be so silly? she read enough of those B-horror books from Twilight's library to know that zombies travel in packs of hundreds. She then noticed that nearby, some scaffolding was set up for apparently no reason other than to be used as a barricade in the event of a zombie outbreak.

"Hey, why don't we give these kids a hoof, Nobie?" Pinkie asked.

"Hand," Shinobu corrected.

"Shoulder!"

"Crap..."

Pinkie toppled the scaffolding with a swift kick, which landed in a way that created a makeshift barrier with only a narrow space for someone agile enough to slide under.

Shinobu and Pinkie ran down the street, which was nearly empty, except for a few students who were trying to escape the pandemonium.

The women saw a stairway off to the side with a load of zombies shuffling down the steps.

"I got this," Shinobu said as she charged the oncoming horde.

As she ran, a phantom double of herself raced ahead, slicing as it went.

It was followed up by the second phantom who killed any monsters that avoided the blade of the first.

Pinkie wasn't about to be left out of the fun. She bounced off the shoulders of the second phantom and into the fray between the two copies of Shinobu.

They were in an area between two buildings that looked like they were in the middle of being built.

Those pieces of construction materials were just begging to be used for havoc.

Pinkie placed her foot on top of a long, metal rebar and whipped it so that it bounced into the air for her to catch it.

She unleashed her first attack by swinging it into the heads of any stragglers, then impaling two others through the chest and spinning them away into the other zombies.

One of the Shinobu phantoms jumped high over the oncoming zombies and back to Pinkie.

The phantom slashed the strap that was supporting a stack of small, concrete supports, sending the stack tumbling down onto any zombie that Pinkie missed.

The second phantom jumped over the fallen supports and the three started to run towards a stack of lumber at the end of the path.

The phantom nearest to the wall of lumber ran straight up it, while Pinkie stopped just before it and turned around, stacking her hands on top of each other.

The second phantom rushed her and placed one foot into Pinkie's hands, and was launched high into the air, up to the top of the stack, followed by Pinkie who gained extra height by kicking off an adjacent wall and pulling herself over the ledge.

As she did, she kicked the feet out from under an approaching zombie, and allowed the two Shinobu phantoms to decapitate it just before they merged.

"How come nopony's around when we do awesome stuff like that?" Pinkie wondered aloud.

"I asked myself that same question on the levels where I was playable," Shinobu lamented.

But they couldn't dawdle, because they had a zombie outbreak to contend with.

They went along the length of the stack of wood, and down the other side, kicking the zombies that were waiting for them at the bottom.

They continued through the alleyway, smashing, gouging and slaying as they went along their bloody way until they came to a door that the two kicked open, and were surprised to see that it led to an outdoor area like the one that they were just in, only now it was more open and less confined.

"Weird," Shinobu remarked, "You'd think there'd be a building past those doors."

The women then heard a crashing sound behind them and watched as a school bus came speeding down the street towards them, and swipe the side of some more scaffolding, which created another makeshift barrier.

Pinkie and Shinobu ran down the street as the bus rapidly approached behind them.

They both dove to the side and the bus crashed into the nearby brick building, sending several panicked passengers running inside.

A second bus swerved in behind it.

Shinobu rolled to the side to safety, but Pinkie ran straight ahead.

"Pinkie, what the hell are you doing!?"

As she laid on the ground, Pinkie saw through a closed gateway a boy who had zombies closing in around him. She could never leave anyone in trouble, pony or not.

She raced toward the wall, knowing that it was too high to jump over.

An idea occurred to her.

Pinkie reached the wall and ran up the side of it, and jumped off towards the bus that was speeding towards her.

She put one foot on the windshield and kicked off, gaining extra height to clear the wall just before the bus crashed and crushed her against it, the whole time wondering how she stayed so agile in pumps.

Once she reached the other side of the wall, Pinkie quickly dispatched the zombies with a few brain-splattering blows to the head that sent shivers up her spine and made her heart race.

"Thanks for saving me," the boy said gratefully, "Hey, do you know who my favorite president is?"

"Nopie-dopie," Pinkie said with a grin, "You better find somewhere safe to hide before more of those things come."

She scanned the area around her to find a safe hiding place, but saw nowhere to go. Then she saw the lamp post nearby.

"I know," Pinkie giddily announced and shoved him into the metal pole, accidentally hitting his head against it.

"You better start climbing. That shouldn't be too hard since we're monkeys with these cool wiggly things," she said, indicating her fingers and toes.

Shinobu came bouncing over the wall off of the top of the bus and landed with her sword drawn, but relaxed when there was nothing to kill.

"Nice going," she complimented before she hurried Pinkie along.

Pinkie gave her regards to the boy who was struggling to climb the pole and ran through another nearby gate into a small area where they fought their way past a few zombies just as a white van was pulling in.

After turning down another alleyway, they saw another bus that was rolling and bouncing towards them.

"Why are all these giant metal twinkies trying to kill us," Pinkie yelled as she and Shinobu slid safely under it.

They turned around to watch it land upright and block the path behind them. After running through the alleyway, the women found themselves in a parking lot where the student's and faculty's various vehicles were parked.

They saw another student who was about to be jumped by zombies, and they sprang into action, the two attacking one after the other until the zombies were all dead once more.

"I'm so stoked to be alive right now," the boy they saved said.

They took it as thanks and went running out of the parking lot.

Shinobu saw a gate that she recognized as the exit and they both hurried toward it. The only problem was that the exit had more zombies around it than anywhere else they'd been.

Pinkie and Shinobu unleashed every powerful technique they knew, as they tried to thin the horde as much as they could. Their hopes rose when they saw a bus parked outside the gate, waiting to be rode to safety.

The zombies' numbers dwindled, but there was just one more problem: Pinkie.

Pinkie was having way too much fun killing the zombies to the point that she didn't want to stop and became unaware of her surroundings.

She was so deep into her fighting that she didn't notice the horde of zombies closing in on her.

"Pinkie!" Shinobu yelled as she dashed in to save her friend. With a lightning cut, she thinned out a small number of the approaching monsters, and then she made her next move.

She tightly wrapped her arms around Pinkie and activated her shield of sonic blades.

Once the blades came alive, the remaining zombies were cut to shreds, their limbs flying here and there like they were going through some kind of hellish food processor.

The slaughter ended, but not without a little surprise.

Pinkie couldn't help herself. The rush of the battle and the presence of only Shinobu led to something that surprised the both of them.

As soon as the blades disappeared, Pinkie became aware that she was kissing Shinobu the way she usually kissed Travis during a fight.

Her hands traveled up and down Shinobu's back, until she found her shirt and snaked her hands underneath it. The feel of Shinobu's skin against hers created a new sensation that Pinkie never experienced with hooves, and made her shudder with delight as her kiss grew more passionate.

Her tongue found its way into Shinobu's mouth, and snaked around the inside.

The soft, gentle warmth of Shinobu's lips, and the way the inside of her mouth tickled her tongue made Pinkie wish there was a soft, silky bed for them to continue their erotic antics. But, she'd have to make do with the hood of a car.

As much as Pinkie was enjoying herself, Shinobu couldn't take much more of the fanservice.

Before Pinkie could get any friskier, she pushed her away and wiped her mouth with her forearm.

"Pinkie!" Shinobu shouted again, spitting and sputtering to get Pinkie's saliva out of her mouth.

"Sorry," Pinkie said with a smile and a blush, "I guess I got a little carried away there."

"Ugh! Wasn't your outfit fanservice enough," Shinobu yelled as she tried to get the rest of Pinkie out of her mouth.

The two shut the gates to the school behind them.

"Let's just get on the bus. You know how to hotwire?"

"I know you set them on fire to make wires hot," Pinkie happily answered.

It was too much for Shinobu. After fighting their way past zombies and finding a means of escaping, they couldn't take this god sent ray of hope out of the danger zone.

"I can hotwire that for you," said a girl who stepped in seemingly from nowhere.

She was a girl who was younger than both of them, still in her teens, and her appearance made the two of them almost jump back like she was another zombie.

Her face was heavily made up, and her yellow hair had a single pink stripe on one of the bangs. She wore a baggy, pink shirt, and many necklaces around her neck that came in many different colors. On her legs, she wore a pair of striped pants with pink leg warmers, and black pumps on her feet, though her's were closed-toes as opposed to Pinkie's open toes.

She casually walked onto the bus and began fiddling with the wires under the console, "Just give me a hot second, and done."

The bus roared to life and Pinkie and Shinobu hopped on.

As soon as they did, Pinkie got a sudden jolt when the bus lurched forward and started to move at an alarming speed.

"Where are you going, passengers," the girl asked them, seemingly too eager to want to help.

"A few cities over in Santa Destroy," Shinobu said succinctly.

"That's great! I was going to go there real quick to see if Dr. Naomi could mod this bus in case this zombie thing got out of hand. You know, do something to help my sis. Speaking of: there she is now!"

The girl leaned her head out the window to wave at a girl on a bicycle who was pedaling past them in the opposite direction.

"Hi, sis! Happy birthday," she shouted as they passed each other.

The remainder of the trip was uneventful, with only the conversation between Pinkie and the young girl occupying their time.

The two's personalities were so similar that they hit it off almost immediately from a mutual love of parties, candy and mayhem.

Meanwhile, Shinobu was banging her head against the back of a seat as the other girls' happy, crazy, mishmash banter ate away at her brain. Only enough capacity was left for her to lament the fact that she and Pinkie's new friend shared the same voice actress, which only put her into a deeper funk.

They finally reached their destination at a block that Shinobu knew was not too far from Travis's motel room. They thanked their driver and walked down the sidewalk until they heard their names being called.

"Pinkie! Shinobu!"

Looking down the street to their side, they saw two figures running towards them.

"Is that who I think it is," Shinobu asked as the two new faces made their way across the street to them.

The closer they got, the more familiar they became. They welcomed their friends with open arms and a tight embrace..

"I never thought I'd see your faces again," Rarity said hysterically as she clung to Pinkie. She would have fainted then if she could have magically produced a couch at that moment, but no, a lady acknowledges cleanliness.

"Y'all won't believe the day we just had," Applejack said, not realizing that getting caught in a gunfight was much more believable than fighting through a zombie outbreak.

"Everyone," they heard a voice call, and saw the humanized forms of Twilight and Spike rushing towards them.

The two were welcomed with a series of hugs, though Spike insisted on clinging to Rarity, who even as a human, he admitted looked pretty good.

After the joyful reunion, Twilight started taking a head count on everyone present.

Spike mentally checked off everyone counted as Twilight named them: herself, Spike, Rarity, Applejack, Shinobu, Pinkie. That only left Fluttershy and--

"You seriously caught him jacking off to his cartoons!?"

--Rainbow Dash.

Twilight turned to the direction of the voice to see her across the street with someone who had to be Fluttershy they way she looked so nervous. Also with them was a stranger who she had never seen before, but he seemed to be friendly with Rainbow Dash.

"I did, just as he was in the middle of it, all heavin' and sweatin'," the stranger said with a hearty laugh he shared with Dash.

Even Fluttershy giggled when she heard that bit of news.

"Oh, I'm gonna give him so much crap for this," Dash said just as something caught her eye.

Glancing over, she saw her humanized friends all standing around in a single spot.

"Flutters, look! It's our friends! Hey! Over here!"

And she and Fluttershy ran across the street to greet their friends.

Once they arrived, everyone else took notice that the stranger who was with them had followed them across the street.

"Well, well, Rainbow Dash. Look what you've brought home," Rarity swooned as she looked over Henry.

Rainbow Dash was always the type to play it cool, and not immediately let how she really felt about anything show up front, but as soon as Rarity spoke, she began guffawing like somepony who hit her head too hard.

"Darling, please. I was impressed with his ensemble as well, but you're behaving like a schoolfilly who's just had her first crush," Rarity said as she closely examined Henry's sleeve.

"Granted the suit turns a few heads, but I think I have a better personality. Your friend seems to think I'm not too much of an eyesore either," he said with a smirk.

All Dash had to do was say so and give in, but that was easier said than done. Instead, she answered almost too quickly, "No," after Henry stopped speaking. Anyone who was looking at her could tell that her totally red face gave her away, "Where does Travis live again?!"

"Just up there," Henry pointed to the building to their side. He pointed to a room on the second floor a few steps from the stairs, "With any luck, he's up there waitin' for ya."

"Unless he's watching his cartoons, Celestia forbid," Dash quipped to put the embarrassment out of her mind.

"Well, lookee here," a new voice sounded.

Everyone turned to that the new face was someone they didn't recognize from a day before in their lives.

"I went out ta get some fresh air, an' I caught me a buncha free spirits."

He flashed an eerie smile that put everyone on edge.

Henry and Shinobu both knew that he was trouble and stepped forward, drawing their weapons.

"All of you, get inside," Henry said to the seven others.

"This isn't going to end well," Shinobu finished.

Author's Notes:

So, what the hell are a bunch of college students doing armed with knives? For anyone who has read school drama manga, you'll know that all the kids who don't conform are violent delinquents who carry around switchblades or other assorted concealed weapons.

Some of you might have noticed that the clothes Twilight wears are nearly identical to the clothes that Kagome wears in Inuyasha. The idea for her was to wear some kind of nerdy/intellectual outfit, and I chose Kagome's school uniform because I was watching Inuyasha at the time.

Spike's idea was just to make something simple, but with a slight dragon motif to convey that he was once a dragon (if you didn't know that, then what the hell are you doing on this chapter)?

Shinobu's clothes were something in line with the casual idea that she and Rarity were working on, and the shirt she wears is something that an ex-girlfriend of mine used to wear.

As for Pinkie, obviously she was based on Travis's fantasy.

Cameos in this chapter were made by Kimmy Howell, and Rosalind and Juliet Starling from Lollipop Chainsaw. And if that reversed first level of Lollipop Chainsaw is wrong in any way, please tell me, as I was working off of memory. Thank you all. Rock on \m/