So me and Vinyl spent the majority of the day screwing with unknowing ponies by me, as a changeling, pretending to be Vinyl. We started off with simple things like making it look she teleported from one side of a build to another, or doing the same within market stalls where she would hide in them and I would pop out from behind a tree or another stall. But when we worked our way up to blatantly walking around right next to each other and talk in perfect sync. The real kicker was when ponies would stop us and ask who was the real Vinyl, and we would respond with ‘What are you talking about?’ Then the pony would say something along the lines of. ‘There’s two of you.’ And we would say. ‘Dude, there’s only one of me.’ And then we would go off on a tangent were we would start braggin how Vinyl was the best dj in Equestria and crap like that. And during all of that the pony would have done either of the following: A. Let out a small roar of annoyance, y’know, that ‘Aarrgh!’ thing. Two. Look at both us very confused before shaking their head and and walk off in some direction, probably to the psychologist, if there is one around here. Or roman numeral three, and this pertains to a certain pink pony, they would run off screaming something about a magic mirror pool and that she’s not crazy.

So yeah, I had fun.

But it was getting late and Vinyl had some gig to go to. That was when I thought I'd go to it.

“Awesome!” Vinyl cheered. “Alright, the gig’s at Cider Town; down this road to the right, and tell the guy at the door Vinyl sent ya. He’ll know to let you in.”

“Alright. When does it start?”

“In about four hours.” She said.

“Ok. I’ll see you the-” Something hit me. If this is a rave… “... Do you know what glow sticks are?”

“Glow wha..?” She cocked her head to the side.

“I’ll take that as a no. So! Meet me at my house, you know where my place is right?” She nodded. “Good! Meet me there as soon as you can. I got some things I’d like to show ya.”

“Alright...” The dj said unsurely.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be awesome.” Without waiting for a responce I teleport to my house, grab the scroll that lets me go to Earth. Teleport to there, went to the nearest Party City, and bought as many glow sticks of varying sizes and shapes, and took them home with me, along with some neon and glow in the dark non-toxic paint and washable markers. And a flew black lights with a couple extension cords.

*Knock knock knock* That must be Vinyl.

“Come in!” I yell from the living room. I had to close the blinds and get the large crystal I keep stored away to display all the little party favors. I hear the front door open and hooves on wood. “In hear!” The hoof falls stop for a second while I fiddle with an extension cord.

“Ember? What’s all this stuff?” I heard Vinyl ask from behind. I stood and face her, a gleeful smile plastered on my face.

“Before I answer that, what kind of music do you play at your gigs?”

“Mostly Electronica. And sometimes this ‘Wubstep’ stuff I get requests for. ” Yes! This is too perfect!

“Perfect. Then allow me to show you, This.” I flick off the main lights and turn on the black lights. And nearly instantaneously the room is bathed in bright pinks, blues, green, yellows and oranges. I then use my magic to grab a couple glow sticks about the size of necklaces, crack them, and throw them about the room. I looked to Vinyl and she had this face that… oh my god she was so blown away. Her shades even slipped down her snout a little. Revealing those ruby red eyes.

“I… ah… uh… wha...” Was all she could sputter, she was just that awestruck. She was thrown back into reality was I asked,

“Pretty neat huh?” She whipped her head at me and her jaw dropped just a little more when she looked at me. Finally noticing the patterns I painted over myself. “Oh, and don’t worry about this stuff,” I wave a hand to myself. “It washes off easily.”

“Holy… buck.” She slowly swiveled to look around the room. “... Celestia’s TITS this is so, awesome!” She bounded around the room much like Pinkie. “Where did you get this stuff!?”

“Back where I come from.” I cooly answered.

“And you want me to use this stuff?”

“Yep. Well, more like if you want to use it. I-” My sentiment was cut off when Vinyl tackled me to the ground by surprise. Her horn dangerously close to my facial area.

“I… I d-don't what to s-say. Thank you.” She choked out in between sobs.

“Anytime Vinyl. But geez, emotional much?” I joked.

“Whatever!” The unicorn batted a hoof on my chest while wiping a tear off her muzzle. She froze and stared blankly at my chest. Then her cheeks started tinting red.

“Uh Vinyl. You alright?” I wave my hand in front of her face. The tinge on her cheeks spread throughout her face and ended on the tips of her ears. “Vinyl?” I snapped my fingers right next to one of ears. It flicked away, but that brought her back from the twilight zone.

“Eeehehe. Sorry.” She stiffly stood up and backed away, allowing me to get up.

“It’s alright, so you wanna get all this stuff to you gig?” I asked and she nodded eagerly. She walked like her legs were trying to turn into peices of wood. I would have shrugged it off as nothing out of the ordinary, but then I just so happen to notice a little wet spot right where she was standing. And there was a fucking trial leading to where she was currently standing, picking up a pile of glow sticks. There were even little sparkles of liquid dripping down her legs from the angle I was looking from.

*That’s hot.* I thought.

-I know right? To bad she’s not a human.-

=Ugh, tell me about it.=

~I don't think you should worry about having sex with a different species-~

*Alright let’s get a move on!* I mentally shout.

-But we--

*You know the fucking point!*

So, without any other, ‘complications’, Vinyl and me quickly and secretly got the rave supplies to the bar slash multi-purpose hall her gig is taking place. The hall itself was pretty big all things considered: It was probably just as big as town hall, but had a lower ceiling. But there still was an elevated section where Vinyl will be. Her setup was already there, and Vinyl, or Dj-Pon3 as she told to call her for the rest of the night.

“So, Berry,” I said to the barkeep. “You ready for a night like noneother?” I wiggled my brows at the pony working the bar.

“Well, if what ya told me about this little favors,” She pointed at me and squinted her eyes. “I’ve already got cleaning stuff ready to go.” Her eyes squinted even further, if that’s even possible. “You better hope to Celestia nopony makes a huge mess with that stuff.” She jabbed a hoof at me.

“No promises, from what I hear, nothing clean survives Dj-Pon3’s parties.” Berry and I share a laugh.

“Aaaah ~ I’ll see ya later Berry.” I said in between laughs.

“Alright Ember. See ya.” Berry goes back to wiping the same glass she’s been cleaning the whole time. Right before I leave I spot Vinyl and wave she waves back.

“Tonight is gonna be a good night.” I mutter.

“Wow, ponies already showing up.” I whisper to myself. I decided to go to the rave as a pony, the same one I used as a disguise when I took that ‘vacation’. Of course some ponies knew right away it was me. While it took some time for other to recall my antics from months ago. And there were some of the ponies that had no damn clue who I was, but they’ll find out soon enough.

Now, now is the time to party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine.

*Ugh… my head…* I groan and open my eyes. *MY EYES!* They immediately close to shield themselves from the the sun apparently three feet away. Once I get my bearings I slowly reopen my eyes. Letting them adjust to the light coming from the window I was conveniently laying a couple feet away from. *What? Where am I?* Something you don’t want to ask yourself when you don’t remember passing out. But… *Oh yeah, the rave.* Memories of that party flicker through my mind’s eye. *Yeah, one hell of a party.* I smile. Then I noticed I turned back into my human form at some point during the the rave. There was an absolute tidal wave’s worth of paint all over me. Pinks, blues, and mostly oranges.

~Oooogh. Why do I hurt?~ Ruby asked.

*No idea, but that was an awesome rave.*

~That is what you call a rave?~

*Yeah.*

~Remind to never let you go to one again.~

*Pff, fat chance buddy.* I chuckle. Ruby just groans.

-Fuck…- The feminine part of me groans.

=That was epic!= I felt a throbbing sensation in my head.

*Dude, don’t yell. Getting a headache.* I put my head in my hands.

=Oh, sorry.=

*It’s alright.* At this point in time I decided to look around the hall Vinyl’s gig was held in. It looked like a god damned tornado ran through here. Neon paint lined nearly every square inch on every wall, even the floor and ceiling, there were some ponies lying around, passed out as well. There were glow sticks giving off a faint glow still. I looked over to the bar… it didn’t fare well, it was an absolute mess. Glasses lay strewn about the counter and floor. Empty bottles of the alcoholic kind lay on their sides on the shelves, and Berry Punch was sleeping on the counter, holding a half-full bottle to her chest like a teddy bear. She rolled over and fell behind the counter. Causing a whole racket I had to cover my ears for. I swear I heard breaking glass, but the bar pony leapt up from behind the counter. Without any indications of broken glass cuts on her.

“Ember? What are- bluuugh, what’re you doing here?” Oh god she’s about to vomit.

“Hey Berry, I guess I passed out last night. That was some party huh?” She shook her head and looked at me with more clarity. I guess her vision stopped swirling around.

“Are you kidding me!? That was the best bucking rave I’ve ever been apart off!” She threw her hooves up and promptly fell backwards, maybe she’s still a little drunk. And that can probably be said for all the ponies lying around too. I laugh at the silliness of it all, but them my skull reminded me it would not like to explode.

“Argh, I’ll see ya later Berry.”

“I’lmmfmmgh...” I think she passed out again. A quick check and yeah, she fell back to sleep. How cute, all the bottles and glasses around her.

It seems that ponies always look cute even when they’re in the middle of something like drinking their ambitions away. Ha! I bet Fluttershy would still look adorable even if she went on a rampage through town.

I threw those thoughts aside. *I’m getting soft, I need to go blow something up.* I then thought. *Where can I get some C4? Oh! Maybe ponies know what dynamite is!*

-But where, or who, do we got to for that kinda stuff?- Embris asked.

*Don’t know, maybe a blacksmith? They got blacksmiths here right?* Why the fuck did a blacksmith come to mind?

~Yes, remember Princess Celestia said there is one in Canterlot?~

*Oh yeah! Maybe there’s one here then!*

“So this is the place...” I stare at the open building in front of me. Looked more like a wooden garage than a workplace. “Huh. How come I never saw this place?”

-Probably ‘cause you never cared enough to look.- Embris stated casually.

*Yeah, that could be it.* I shrug.

The building had an open front, not doors leading to some work room. It was an open area with a forge, anvil, and other tools for metalworking, the pony working here banging away on the anvil, flattening some piece of metal. This was so stupid, why the fuck would there be explosives in a blacksmith?

“Let’s get this over with.” I sigh to myself and walk up to the pony. He noticed me walking towards him and did a double-take. Before a nice and friendly smile graced his features.

“Ah! So the human graces my shop. What can I do for you?” The pony put the hammer he was using on the anvil and gave me a friendly face. His dark brown fur was covered in splotches of sut, so was his unkempt green mane.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you have anything that’s used to make explosives?” His head tilted to the side in confusion. I fucking knew it… Gah! I’m so stupid sometimes!

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Great… “but,” Oh? “You can find that kinda stuff next door.” The pony pointed a hoof to my right, I looked and saw that there was a building with a sign depicting a pile of gunpowder with a lit flame over it.

“... Thank you.” I mumbled. I was about to walk off but a thought hit me.

*How awesome would it be to have a sword and a warhammer hanging above my fireplace…* I smiled and faced the pony.

“Would you happen to take commissions for custom weapons?” The pony leered up at me confusedly.

“I don’t know what a commission is, but I can take a request or two. ‘S long as I get some bits for it.”

“Perfect! Can you craft a sword and war hammer about as long as my legs? I’ll have some designs by tomorrow if you’ll do it.” The brown earth pony nodded happily.

“Sure! Just bring those designs and I’ll get it done lickity-split!”

“And then you’ll charge for you work?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yes!” We both broke down in a little laughing fit.

“Name’s Smith, by the way.” The newly named pony held out hoof, I took it and shook firmly. “Wow, nice grip ya got there.”

“Thanks.” I glint from the corner of my eye caused me to look up. It was an opening in the roof of the building, the sun shining off the left.

Wait… what was I supposed to do today?

Oh yeah.

FUCK!

“Uh, gotta go. Something important just came up.” Before Smith could respond I teleported to the spa. Just as the spa twins were leaving the front door. Came just in time I suppose.

“Oh! Hello Ember! Ve vere just about to go look for you.” Aloe said.

“He, perfect timing then.” I smile. “So, shall we go?”

“Yes!” Both sisters said, we then made our way to the train station, bought tickets to Manehattan, using my own money to buy my own ticket, there’s now way I’m debting myself to anyone. And waited for the train to show up.

“So what’s it like in Manehattan?” These stupid god damned puns…

“Oh it is simply wunderbar!” Lotus exclaimed. “The lights! The ponies! The fashion!” She went on as her and Aloe leaned against each other, dreamy looks on their faces. They stayed like that for the remainder of the time it took for the train to get to the station, which felt like a couple minutes.

Soon, the frilly pink and other bright colored train ground to halt in front of us. The conductor, or whoever calls for tickets and crap, calls out for those heading to Manehattan. I quickly turn into a pony and give my ticket, along with the twins, to the guy and he lets us in.

We find an aisle booth chair… seat, thing. You know what I mean, and took them. Me sitting alone while the twins sit across from me.

“I must say, look rather...handsome as a pony.” Aloe eyed me up and down. I check myself out, same blue fur, same dark blue hair. But no butt-mark. Hmm…

“Yeah, I get that sometimes.” I grinned a flexed a little. I may be human in mind, but who says I can’t have fun teasing ponies?

The twins blushed. Ha! Ponies: Zero. Me: Three. Four if I count Vinyl.

A deep chuckle escaped my lips, weird. I don’t remember having that deep of a voice last time I turned into a pony. Meh, could’ve been the way I laughed. And it made the twins blush more. More points for me.

I felt the train start slowing down, I looked out the window and nearly gawked at what I saw. Manehattan was a near exact replica of New York. It just had an old rustic style to it. They better have Time Square here if it’s gonna be a lookalike.

Whelp, New York, ya officially got a sister city.

Holy crap, everything is exactly like how the city was back in the early nineteen hundreds or something like that. Just splash shiny, glowing billboards, old fashioned street lights, and brick roads and I felt like I was going back in time. Oh, and size everything down to fit ponies that came up to your hips too. Everything felt so… small. That still jars me wherever I go.

And seeing that almost every pony had some piece of clothing on. I almost felt naked.

Almost.

But other than that, it was quite a city to walk around in. And while I would’ve loved to enjoy the sights, I had business to take care off. I was still translating after all.

As soon as we got off the train, I changed back to human form and readjusted the pack of bits slung over my back I neglected to mention. I figured I needed some money for transit.

“Now, where is this place?” I asked the twins.

“This way.” Again with the simultaneous talking as they lead me down a random street.

*Whelp, let’s what today has in plan for little old me.* I cracked a smile. *I hate feeling old. This is how Louis C.K. feels like?*