Author's Notes:

Yes, yes, I know, I did say no more updates for this month, but then I remembered what today was and I knew I already had this ready so I figured... Oh, what the Hell? Enjoy yourselves, like the title says... Ain't no Party Like a Pinkie Party!

(And sorry Villain for releasing when I told you I wouldn't but today is Earth Day, so this can't go uncelebrated in some form given the main theme of GaoRangers/Wild Force. Also, sorry Black_Knight for not sending you this to proofread. I did double-check this in GDocs and it said there were no obvious grammar errors to speak of, and hey, who am I to argue with a computer?)

Robert, the very next day found himself wandering around town when suddenly a pink blur hit him like a bullet from a gun and sent him crashing into the dirt.

“Ohmygosh!Ican’tbelievethis!SunsettoldmetherewasanewpersonintownbutIdidn’tbelieveherandsaid”Areyouinsaneinthemembranesister?” The blur, a pink Earth Pony mare with bubblegum like hair said so fast Robert was barely able to pick up what she was saying at all even as he picked himself up and dusted off his jacket. Even so, without giving the chance for Robert to get in a word in edgewise or even introduce himself, the rapid talking mare continued.
“Buuuuuuuutttt,lookslikeIwaswrongandnowIfeelsogulityfornotevenknowingyouexistedandnowIgottathrowyouabelatedwelcometoPonyvilleparty!”

As Pinkie dashed off leaving a cloud of dust in her wake, Robert sighed and rubbed his temples.

“...Well, at least she’s not out for my blood. Girl really needs to cut down on the caffeine though.”

Golden Oaks Library:

Meanwhile, Sunset had taken a visit to Twilight at the Golden Oaks. She knew if she was to separate Solar Flare from Celestia, she’d need Twilight’s scientific expertise. Sunset may have been somewhat of an egghead, but separating two beings was beyond her. She was more interested in historical knowledge nowadays. Twilight was the more magic savvy of the twosome. If Sunset were still an arrogant mare, she would have highly doubted Twilight could beat her in a duel. But nowadays, Sunset would admit Twilight had her beat in terms of pure magical prowess.

“Sunset!” Twilight greeted happily and hugged her as she walked in the door. “Social call, or business?”

Twilight then realized it was business from the serious look on Sunset’s face.

“We’ve got a serious problem on our hands. It’s about Princess Celestia.”

“If you’re here to say she’s wrong about Robert or humankind, then this conversation will be a short one.” Twilight replied.

“It is, but you’ve got to hear me out. Celestia isn’t entirely responsible for all of this. We’ve got a Nightmare Moon situation on our hands, and it’s been festering unknown to anypony until now for the last 2,000 years.”

“But-”

“Twilight, think about it. The Celestia who raised us like her own children, the one who preaches love and tolerance to all races no matter what they’re like… Tartarus, she even offered peace to the Changelings and the Dragons for crying out loud! Does that sound like somepony who would commit mass genocide?” Sunset asked, and Twilight stayed silent. After a few moments, she spoke.

“...No, no. I guess you’re right.” Twilight admitted. “So, there’s a Nightmare Moon like presence in Celestia’s head going about unchecked?”

“Yeah, Solar Flare. I thought the possibility was always a myth, but Luna herself confirmed it when Solar tried to kill her and sent her into hiding, which is why she’s here in Ponyville disguised as that Artemis mare. Now I’m not saying Celestia’s entirely innocent in all of this, given she’s been feeding propaganda for the last 2,000 years but Solar Flare was the one who exterminated humankind. For all we know she’s got other agendas that could come to light as well, even with Celestia holding her back. She’s got to be dealt with, and soon. That’s why I came to you, we need a device to split the twosome so Solar Flare can be destroyed.” Sunset continued and Twilight nodded nervously.

“...Alright, I-I’ll see what I can come up with. This may take a while though. But I do have some good news, on that other project you asked me about a while back?”

“Yeah?” Sunset asked, her hopes for good news rising.

“It’s ready. But you never quite said who it was for.” Twilight replied, holding out a completely repaired SPD morpher.

“I don’t know how much energy I could manage to get out of it, but it’s good for at least one morph. I assume you want to add on to your current power set or have a backup in case of emergency?”

“...Something like that.” Sunset said, taking the Morpher and thanking Twilight before she ran out the door. Twilight meanwhile turned to a letter she’d just received from A.K. Yearling AKA Daring Do.

“Dear Princess Twilight, I think I have something that concerns you. Not too long ago, I was exploring some ancient ruins and I found a set of bones along with a mysterious aqua colored crystal…”

Elsewhere, Robert feeling a bit hungry wandered his way to Sugarcube Corner, one of the few buildings on this side of town to escape the Turbine Org’s rampage.

But as soon as Robert entered the gingerbread like house, he found the lights were all off. Alarm bells blared inside his head and he subconsciously reached for his Crystal Saber. Then, with an explosion of confetti the lights went on and all around him were the various ponies Robert had met along with his fellow Rangers. Above him was a big banner that read “Happy Belated Welcome To Ponyville Party Robert Williams!” with various balloons and streamers all around.

“See, I told you I’d throw you a party!” Pinkie beamed. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah...Yeah, I do. Just.. unexpected, that’s all.” Robert admitted, resheathing his Saber.

“...How do you even…?” He trailed off and Sunset put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s Pinkie, don’t question it.” She said and motioned for a pure white mare wearing shades at a turntable to turn up the volume. And so the party began. At one point during the whole affair, Rarity walked up with a gift wrapped box in her hands.

“Here, I’ve been meaning to give this to you. Go on, open it! It won’t bite, I promise.” She said kindly.

Robert’s eyes widened once he saw what was inside.

“How…?” Robert asked as he opened the box and saw a black trench coat with a snarling orange nine tailed fox stitched on the back and the words “Fighting Fox” emblazoned on it below the image.

“Oh please Robert, I’m not stupid. I took notice of the fact that the Orange Ranger was the only one who didn’t have hooves. I didn’t get this far as a fashionista without being able to notice the teensy little details, after all.” Rarity said and handed him the trench coat.

“Go ahead, try it on.” She encouraged, and with a resigned sigh Robert pulled it on and actually found it fit him quite nicely. Plus, with the kitsune logo on the back he could pay homage to the civilian outfits of the original Wild Force Rangers.

“Gotta talk the others, or at least Sunset into getting pieces of clothing with their respective animals on it. I mean, that wings and horn combination isn’t really doing her secret identity any favors. It’s even more obvious than Clark Kent being Superman.” Robert mused as he walked over to the refreshments table and started cutting of a slice of cake. But he wasn’t alone.

“Hello Robert.” Artemis greeted with a bow, wearing a magnificent blue dress with the constellation of Sagittarius stitched intricately on it. Robert remembered that in Greek mythology, Sagittarius is usually identified as a centaur: half human, half horse, much like the Megazord combination Koragg/Leanbow took at times. However, perhaps due to the Greeks' adoption of the Sumerian constellation, some confusion always had surrounded the identity of the archer itself. Some thought he was Chiron, the mentor to the hero Jason, son of Zeus. Others thought him to be that other heavenly centaur, Centaurus. Honestly, Robert didn’t particularly care which it was or for the numerous arguments on its identity. He just liked to look at it for what it was, a very beautiful work of art weaved in the night sky. Not that he’d ever say this aloud of course, he had a reputation to keep up.

“N-Nice dress.” Robert managed to cough out, his punch going down the wrong way due to how shocked he was on how beautiful Artemis looked. Robert cursed himself, he found himself at a loss for words for once.

“Guess it’s time to go to the old fallback. Flirt and hope I can get a good conversation out of this.” He thought before speaking.

“So, you’ve been on dates with stallions before I assume? I mean, surely somepony of your beauty would have been asked on dates before.” Robert remarked as he took a bite of the cake. Artemis blushed red and nodded.

“Yes… Although it did not go well.” She replied with a grimace and a slight wince. Robert had a slight feeling that this date, judging by Artemis’s reaction “Not well” was a massive understatement.

“How not well are we talking about?” Robert inquired.

“Well, let me put it this way. This stallion was the type of pony who you would always sorta get the feeling he was rather untrustworthy and would probably leave you to pay the check.” Artemis replied with a weary sigh, rubbing her temples.

“You’re understating, aren’t you?” Robert replied in a deadpan tone, so intrigued by his friend’s story that he’d forgotten all about the cake slice, even when it was inches from his mouth.

“Yes, we are.” Artemis replied in an equally deadpan tone, hoping that Robert didn’t notice her little slip-up in speech mannerisms. “This stallion was the type to compliment you on everything, but then he would flirt outrageously with every waitress or every other mare in his line of view, all the while with you directly across from him!” Artemis snapped. Robert winced. Even he wasn’t that bad, or stupid. He knew that if you wanted to keep a woman’s attention long enough for you to get into their knickers, rule number one was NOT to flirt with other women and risk getting slapped.

“...Please tell me you slapped him so hard he still feels the sting whenever he even thinks about you.” Robert stated and Artemis laughed.

“Oh, I did one better than that. I teleported right out and left him to pay the check.” Artemis replied with an almost fox like smirk.

“Oh, that is completely cold. I like you, Artemis. I really do.” Robert replied and Luna/Artemis blushed red once again, her cheeks lighting up like a tomato. She liked using this form, largely because it allowed her to be herself and see what other ponies truly thought of her when they didn’t know she was listening. However, now she liked it for a different reason, as it allowed her to be near Robert as she knew he didn’t trust any form of royalty apart from Sunset and possibly Prince Shining Armor.

“Come on Robert, join the dancing! This party’s all for you, after all!” Pinkie Pie called as she did a jig, her ever poofy hair bouncing up and down like balloons. Robert noted that her hair wasn’t the only thing that was bouncing.

“Huh, wonder if she’s that frisky in the sack.” He idly wondered before popping the cake slice in his mouth.

“No, sorry… Not my type of music. Never been into drum and bass.” Robert said bluntly and a record scratched and the music along with everypony else went silent and turned directly to him. DJ-PON-3 even lifted up her shades to peer at him with her red eyes.

“...What’d I say?” Robert asked in confusion, as he looked towards Artemis.

“Well, you did just indirectly insult one of the most popular musicians in Equestria.” Artemis deadpanned, her eyes half lidded. Robert slapped a palm to his face and let it slide down in a very slow manner before looking upwards and muttering “...Crikey Moses.”

Vinyl looked at Sunset and asked “Is he always this rude?”

“Yeah, usually. ...Though to be fair, this is the first time it’s not been on purpose, so maybe he’s improving a little.” Sunset idly wondered.

“Okay… Clearly I must make up for this grievous error and yet somehow still find a piece of music that everyone in here will like.” Robert said largely to himself before an idea came to him as he tossed his phone to Vinyl. “Hey, do you do J-Pop? ...Though I suppose it’s called N-Pop nowadays given every country’s probably been ponified...” He asked/muttered to himself.

“I’ll see what I can mix up.” Vinyl replied.

“Okay, good. That is the business, then! Scroll down and select track 175.”

And so a song began to play. This was a song that had been composed for the various Japanese adaptations of the Power Rangers, both real and thought up starting way back with AbaRanger back in 2004. Vinyl created a magical screen as everyone danced along and tried to rap to the lyrics shown. The rest of the Wild Force Rangers eyes widened, as they were now starting to get an idea of the legacy they had to live up to. 199 heroes all with the same goal, to save the world. And for all they knew, that number would grow. Tartarus, it already had with their inclusion. Artemis’s eyes widened when she saw a brief cameo of a warrior that looked almost exactly like the armored figure Shining transformed into, minus the horn.

“Is that… the Magna Defender?” Artemis asked in shock.

“Yeah, or Black Knight BullBlack as he’s known in his TV adaptation over in Japan, and those six known as the GaoRangers, they were our predecessors in terms of Power Sets, despite their suits barely having a passing resemblance to us design wise.” Robert explained. “...I’m still wondering how the TV writers can get so many things accurate. I mean, Samurai Sentai Shinkenger was uncanny in getting the adventures of the Samurai Rangers onto TV. It’s a bit scary actually.”

“...You sure know your Ranger facts.” Lightning commented as she walked up, punch in hand. “Guess that’d make you… Oh, what’s that word… Oh yeah, Egghead.”

Robert rolled his eyes and smirked at her before saying “The proper term would be Otaku, baka-pegasus.” with a little wag of his finger.

Vapor leaned over to Sunset and whispered “How does someone have three different nationalities anyways? I mean, he speaks with a Trottingham accent, but uses both Germanic and Neighponise words fluently.”

“Well, there’s a simple explanation for that. ...And that’s I’m not quite sure. To be honest, you’d have to ask him yourself.”

“Maybe he’s just well read?” Sunburst mused, a hand stroking his beard. Both Sunset and Vapor stared at him.

“Robert? Well-read? That’s not a combination I can think of. It’d be like Rainbow reading the Art of War by Sun Tzu, I simply can’t see it.” Sunset chuckled.

“You know I can hear you both, ya know?” Robert deadpanned. Both mares had the decency to blush.

At one point, Pinkie marched over with a big grin on her face and drinks in hand.

“Hey, why don’t you try these? Made them myself. Applejack gave me the recipe, though I might have… modified it just to see what I could come up with. Don’t even know what to call them!”

Robert and Lightning both shared a shrug as they took the drinks and drowned them with a shared “Bottoms up!” and almost immediately gained looks of pure and utter bile on their faces and Lightning actually spit hers out at once.

“Yeah, I’ve got a name for it. The Bloody Awful!” Lightning growled, looking about ready to lynch Pinkie.

“...Oh, I don’t know. I think Desperate Shag in a Skip might be a more accurate term.” Robert said bluntly as he tried to hold back his gag reflex.

“Yeah, guess I should stick to the original recipes from now on, shouldn’t I?” Pinkie said, her mane deflating like a balloon.

“You think?” Robert deadpanned, eyes half lidded before he laid a hand on her shoulder. “”Well, I gotta give you props for trying though. Some of the greatest inventions in history would have never been thought of unless someone had a crazy idea.”

“Really?” Pinkie asked, perking up somewhat and Robert smiled kindly.

“Yeah, really.”

As the party wore on, and the tracks changed from various artists and their works like Chuck Berry’s Roll Over Beethoven and The Sweet’s Fox on the Run ponies and human alike got drunker and drunker. Eventually, Robert and Artemis somehow found themselves teleported back to her room at the Prancing Pony.

“...Well, that was a party I won’t forget.” Robert commented, wiping sweat off his face and brushing confetti of his new trenchcoat. In the background, unnoticed by him Artemis flicked on a radio and a soft jazzy version of Don’t Stop Me Now began to play.

“...Yes, Ms. Pie’s parties do have that effect on people.” She said.

“Actually probably the first party I’ve enjoyed in a long time really. Usually I’m just at the back of the bloody room staring at a potted plant while my moronic berks that I call uncles Geki and Burai try to outdo each other in whatever bleedingly stupid fucking contests they can think up.” Robert muttered to himself.

“Well, I can say that one probably made up for all of those, did it not?” Artemis asked, tracing a hand on Robert’s face and stroking his chin.

“Y-Yeah, I suppose so.” Robert stuttered out even as he cursed himself yet again. Usually in situations like this one, he could control himself and stay calm. He was the one usually doing the subtle flirtations, not the other way around! ...Well, his version of subtle probably differed from everyone else’s one could suspect.

Artemis smiled happily, using her horn’s magic to slide the right strap on her dress down her shoulder before she spoke yet again. “Robert, if you don’t mind, would you help me fix my dress. I seem to be having trouble with it.”

“Okay, now she’s gone from subtle to outright obvious. Though let it never be said I’m one to turn down an offer of a good shag from what as far as I know, an unmarried woman. ...Or mare in this case.” Robert mused as he helped Artemis with her dress and lowered the other strap and began planting soft kisses on her neck causing the Alicorn in disguise to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

She tilted her head back to allow Robert better access and he began to nibble on her neck as the dress fell to the floor. Robert was now allowed to see her very shapely form glinting in the moonlight from the bedroom window covered only by a set of a light blue bra and panties. Suddenly, Artemis whirled around and shoved him up against the wall and began kissing him heavily wrapping her legs around him. Robert opened his mouth to allow her tongue entrance and they dueled briefly as Artemis used her magic to allow his pants to drop to the floor while Robert threw off his trench coat. As they fumbled on to the bed, Artemis’s hands went up Robert’s shirt as Robert gripped her flanks and rubbed them. They soon began grinding against each other, Robert letting out a groan of pleasure.

Artemis let out a soft sigh and began letting her hands roam his chest as Robert’s hands moved upwards and began roaming her back even as they still continued kissing, only coming up for air briefly saliva dripping from their mouths. But soon they were right back at it and Robert’s hands moved upwards to Artemis’s bra and loosened it and let it fly free from its constraints as Artemis pulled his shirt up and over his head…

END