It was the same at every party. Vinyl Scratch and Octavia stood on the stage together and argued over who would play the music for the gathering.

Scratch would argue that Octavia's music was outdated and would do nothing but put everypony to sleep.

Octavia would shoot back that Scratch's music can't even be defined as such, since she didn't actually play any instruments, and how the classics never go out of style.

Usually, they left the decision up to a coin toss, but this time the decision was made for them.

Both musicians were so busy arguing that they didn't notice sound equipment being magically placed behind them with a peach-colored aura. Speakers, amps, cables, the whole shebang got set up without either one of them realizing what was happening.

As they bickered on, Cream stepped in and set up her microphone. She magically retrieved her guitar and did a few final touches to the tuning and plugged it into the amp. She then belted out a tune that blew the other two musicians off the stage.

The music that Cream played was something that hadn't been heard in Ponyville before. It was fast-paced and simple, with only a few chords played, but at the same time it was chaotic and insane. Her lyrics spoke of the values of individuality and resisting the pull of tyranny, which kindled a passion in the ponies who listened to her song, making them reevaluate the way they did things because it was they way that somepony else told them to do it. It was new, and they loved it.

A mosh pit formed in front of the stage where ponies expressed their love of the music in a violent, yet good-natured, fashion.

Peaches watched the show from a safe distance, smiling for her sister's success. She had forgotten what a talented musician she was, and now that she was off her reins, she could finally express herself. In her peripheral vision, she saw Rarity step to her side.

"Hello, Peaches," Rarity greeted cheerfully, "Are you ready to stop by my boutique?"

Rarity had been asking that for a while, but Peaches kept delaying to experience more of the party. She was always going to those gossipy, quiet, stiff parties that were thrown by industry higher-ups, so it was a nice change of pace to be in a setting that was much more boisterous and served more than vegetarian and soy snacks.

"After the party ends, Miss Belle. For the moment, I'd like to enjoy my sister's show. From a safe distance of course," Peaches answered, indicating the mosh pit.

"Most certainly. A place like that is unfit for such a pair of ladies like ourselves. I mean, I understand expressing passion for music, but that is so--"

"Let's check out that pit," Sweetie Belle said as she, Applebloom and Scootaloo all ran past the older mares and started working their way through the crowd to the front of the stage.

Rarity was going to run after her sister and her friends, but was stopped by Peaches.

"They'll leave if it gets too rough. For now, why don't you go enjoy the party with your friends," Peaches said, and Rarity walked back to the buffet area where her friends were.

On the way, she happened to pass a few familiar faces.

Glastits was sitting in a patio area with Stagger Jack and Mr. Waddle trading jokes.

"An' the guy throws the giant rock out the window, an' sees a piece o' paper on his bedpost that says 'Torture #2: Testicle tied ta rock,'"

Jack and Mr. Waddle both cracked up, until Glastits hushed them to finish his joke.

"Then he sees a third piece o' paper that says 'Torture #3: Other testicle tied ta bed post.'"

All three of them had to hold their aching sides as they laughed hysterically at the end of the joke.

"All dat from foolin' around wit da guy's daughtah? Jeez, dat's rough," Jack said as he wiped a single tear that leaked out of his eye, "Where da hay ya been all dis time. We need some guy to scrape away da tahnish all da open mic hacks put on my excuse of a stage. What's ya name, strangah?"

"Name's Marion Glastits." His eyes narrowed when Jack and Mr. Waddle cracked up again. "Ya wanna hear the one 'bout the guy who walks inta a bar?"

"I know dis one. He says 'ouch,'" Jack finished for him.

Strangely, Glastits felt no contempt for these two for laughing. Hell, how could he when they were both such funny guys?

Except Mr. Waddle wasn't laughing at the joke.

"Aw, take a train, Jack! That joke stinks," he said with a dismissive wave of his hoof.

"What kinda train's he takin'," Glastits asked, confusing the other two, "Chew some gum, it's a 'chew-chew' train. Pack it with philosophers, it's a train o' thought."

The three all laughed hysterically once more.

"Here's a philosophy lesson for you: I think, therefore I am. I guess you younguns don't really exist," Mr. Waddle shot back, making them all laugh even louder, annoying the Rarity as she went by.

She passed through the crowd and could see Gina in a weight lifting contest with a large, muscular pegasus.

The pegasus walked over the the largest barbel, which had weights on each end that were roughly the size of a foal. He easily lifted them over his head, and got a round of applause. He dared his opponent to try and match his power.

The applause stopped and he looked around to see why, now noticing that the entire crowd was far below him.

Looking down, the pegasus saw that his rear hooves were held in the single open claw of his griffin opponent, who flexed victoriously as she held him high over the crowd, along with the giant weight he held.

Walking down the road, Rarity saw her friends at the buffet table happily chattering away. All except for Spike, who was walking back and forth across the surface of the table, stacking gemified snacks higher than his head on the plate he held

Jeanne trailed behind Spike, quickly gobbling down all the snacks that fell off the top of his stack, minus the gems of course. She preferred to keep her teeth.

Pinkie had also opted to snack heavily, stuffing food into her mouth at a rapid pace.

As Rarity walked closer, she could see Fluttershy talking to a large butterfly who was resting on her nose, before the insect flew away down the road past her.

"Hewwo, pwetty hown-pony," Flutterbutt greeted her as he flew down the road to is destination.

Rarity took her spot next to Fluttershy and made a plate for herself.

"Hello, sweetness," Rarity greeted her friend, "I couldn't help but notice that you made a new friend. What were you talking about, if you don't mind my asking."

"I was just telling him where the other bugs gathered so he could be with insects his own age and make new friends," Fluttershy explained.

That was Flutterhshy for you. Always thinking about the welfare of others. As Rarity looked around she noticed that the stallion of the hour was missing. Without Pinkie, no less.

"Where did Travis run off to. You would think that after the day he had, he would enjoy a pleasant reprieve."

Applejack sighed, and rubbed her temple before she answered.

"Over there with Shinobu, Dash, an' his brother."

Everypony looked to where she pointed and saw their four friends fighting with their swords drawn.

Henry had turned into an orange earth pony with a brown mane and tail, the same color as his hair was back in Santa Destroy. Oddly, despite not having any magic, he was still able to conjure his energy orbs to attack.

"Do I want to know how they came to blows," Rarity asked, deadpan.

"They got into an argument over who the better sword fighter was and decided to settle it over a duel," Twilight explained, exasperated that they still wanted to fight, despite the joviality around them, "They said that whoever hits everypony without getting hit themselves is a winner."

She looked over to Pinkie, whose face was covered in frosting from all the sweets she had eaten, and saw her salaciously lick her lips. She wondered why Pinkie didn't join the brawl, and unleash her libido on Travis at the most inappropriate times, but she guessed that maybe she would rather enjoy the pastries she made after seeing Pinkie dig back into the food.

During the fight, nopony landed a single hit on each other. Though there were times when they came close, they couldn't outmatch one another.

Shinobu, however, had a devious plot to win, which she put into play.

"Me and Pinkie kissed earlier!"

It worked.

All of her opponents stopped, stunned at the confession.

Travis's sheathed weapons all activated as he let out a surprised shout.

Taking this opportunity, Shinobu unleashed a roundhouse kick that sent her friends flying back to the buffet table.

"You and Shinobu kissed," Travis asked Pinkie excitedly as he sprang to his hooves, "Did anyone see it? Did you get a picture?"

"Nopie-dopie. It was a special moment that we shared alone. Unless you want to see a replay," Pinkie said suggestively.

"In your dreams, Pinkie," Shinobu answered as she put together a plate for herself.

Travis looked at all of his friends who were present. He felt a sense of satisfaction and belonging that he never had back in Santa Destroy. Here, he knew he was going to be happy no matter what happened. Sure, there were going to be the times where he may have to assist with keeping the balance of harmony again, but he'd have been more than happy to do it with his friends beside him. Things were going to be different in Equestria.

Dash had been putting a plate of food together for herself, but couldn't concentrate when Pinkie was cramming anything edible into her mouth at an appalling speed.

"Jeez, slow down, Pinkie!" Dash said as she watched her pink friend stuff her face. "You're eating enough for two ponies!"

Pinkie reached out, took Dash's hoof and pressed it gently against her stomach.

"Dashie, you silly filly," Pinkie giggled, "I am eating for two."

"Whupfuhpuwhuh!??!" Dash sputtered as the news hit her like a brick wall she flew into at top speed.

All of her other friends let out excited squeals and crowded around Pinkie to hug her and take turns feeling her stomach. As they carried on, Travis got his own hearty congratulations from Shinobu and Henry.

Spike heard the commotion and put down the Pure White Lover Bizarre Jelly manga he was reading. He was slightly confused about everypony's reactions, given his young age, while Jeanne continued to eat his snack stack from the bottom up.

"I don't get it," he said, as he licked a gemified lollipop, "What's everypony so excited about?"

"I'm gonna be a dad..." Travis said, half excited, and half bewildered.

Spike swallowed his lollipop, stick and all.

"You're what!?" Spike choked out.

"Congratulations, stud," Shinobu said before giving Travis a peck on his cheek.

"Nice going, little brother," Henry said as he put his hoof around Travis's shoulders, "I've not been here an hour and you've made an uncle out of me."

He then looked over to the mother-to-be, but it was Rainbow Dash who caught his eye.

She backed away from her third turn of rubbing Pinkie's stomach and looked right back at him. With a smile, Dash turned to expose her side, slightly lifted one of her hooves and unfolded her wings.

Henry was unfamiliar with equine customs, but it was clearly meant to be an alluring gesture.

"Eventually, I think I may return the favor."

And he stepped away from Travis's side to Dash's.

Pinkie ducked under the table, and reappeared in front of Travis.

"Don't you have something to say, daddy," she asked him.

"When?"

"On that special night when I learned you had to go away. I didn't know it then, but the time corroborates."

"I mean when did you find out."

"Yesterday. I was going to tell you, but the town started getting squished by giant red letters."

She paused to look at Travis, and shared a loving gaze with him as the news sank into their minds.

"Travis," Pinkie spoke quietly, but her voice gradually became an excited shout, "Do you know what this means? We're going to be parents!!"

Travis was beyond words, as he and Pinkie held one another. There was nothing he could say that could express how he felt at the moment, or how he would feel in the years to come.

Things were definitely going to be different in Equestria.

Author's Notes:

And that is it people. The end of the whole damn thing. Just to clear things up right here and now: no sequels. Things are perfect as they are now, and if there were a sequel, Travis may have to die at the end to get some cheap, emotional reaction from the reader and a lazy way to conclusively end Travis's story. Is that what you really want?

On a happier note: Travis and Pinkie had an earth pony filly, who they named Strawberry Sundae after the first thing they made together, and she takes after both of her parents they way she suplexes whole bags of flour into the mixing bowl while helping her mom in the kitchen.

If you have anymore questions pertaining to the story (i.e. inspiration, cut ideas or the endings to other character's stories) then go ahead and post it in the comments. Rock the fuck on, all you happy, beautiful people \mm/