Night time... the witching hour, all Hallows Eve. Probably the scariest time of the year, besides perhaps midnight of the next coming day. The city of Canterlot sleeps soundly, children and adults all to excited to enact their plans upon waking for Halloween day.

Over the past month, the citizens of Canterlot had been busily preparing themselves for a magical Halloween Night. But as they put up their decorations and prepared their costumes, none of them knew that this of all Hallows would be much more magical than they’d planned for. Equestrian magic was at work this night. And tonight, it would make their frightening flights of fantasy all too real.

Trudging down the sidewalk with a large trench coat slewed over his back and empty bottle of liquor in his hand, a man with dark green skin and blond hair stumbled home after a night of drunken debauchery at one of the city's local bars. He had been enjoying an early Halloween celebration being held there, which had been offering its customers half-off drinks to anyone who showed up in a costume. They were probably expecting people not to jump on the offer, seeing as most people would not want to be seen in their costumes the day before Halloween. But luckily for the drunken patron, now nearly tripping over himself, his blue-suited work attire and jacket resembled enough of a costume that the bar staff mistook him for a popular character from some sci-fi series he hadn't heard of. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, the man decided to drink his fill, and deal with the expert scolding his wife would most likely give him upon his return.

His walk from downtown to uptown was not relatively long, most things of note in the area being only an extended walking distance away from the upper town suburbs. All that was left for him to pass was the entrance to the Canterlot High School, from there he's then be able to turn the corner on the next block and walk strait towards his home, where his screaming banshee of wife more then likely sat waiting for him.

Stumbling slightly as he took his next step, he cantered unevenly towards his right, soon finding himself between the entrance to the school and the horse statue that stood in front of it. Without thinking, the man lifted the empty bottle to his lips trying to take a swig of the liquid he only thought was there. When he found it empty, he slammed the bottle down on the school's front stairs in frustration. He stuck his hands in his pockets and glowered hateful at the school doors in front of him. With an exasperated sigh, he stated, "I need ta pee."

He turned away from the stairs and walked over towards a couple of bushes lying near the left side of the school. With a quick unzip of his fly, he... relieved himself.

A bright flash of light suddenly appeared behind him, then disappeared just as quickly, like someone had just mistakenly taken his picture. With a low growl, the man finished relieving himself, gave a few shakes, and turned around abruptly to shout angrily at the person who had so foolhardily taken his picture. "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK-"

His eyes widened upon seeing something different then what he expected laying on the ground just a few feet from the mirror-covered bottom of the statue. Instead of some jackass teenage boy... it was a girl. A pink-skinned girl with absolutely no clothes on her whatsoever. She picked herself up slightly and sat in an unintentionally seductive pose, her perky pink breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. The man smiled. She was definitely a lot prettier then his wife.

With an excited chuckle, the man licked his palm and ran it through his hair, as to flatten any "cowlicks" or "drunk-hobo-crazy-hair" he may have collected before he made his move. He walked towards her with a confident strut, as she turned her gaze towards him with a feeling of curiosity. The man crotched down to look the girl in the eyes, it was at this closer distance that he finally noticed the girl was actually a teenager, with baby blue eyes and pink frizzy hair. His smile grew wider as his eyes rolled over her form. He always did like them young.

"Hi, there." The man greeted. The girl seemed to perk up at his statement. "My name's Shots-a-Plenty, what's yours?"

"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, it's super-duper nice to meet you." She replied. She was bubbly, probably a ditz, he could work with this.

"What's a girl like you doing out here in the middle of the cold, cold night~" He asked, trying his best to sound as seductive as his drunken slurred voice would allow. She didn't answer immediately. "Your going to get yourself in trouble out here with no clothes on." He said taking her hand and leading her up into a stand.

"Really?" She asked, genuinely confused. "Because where I come from it's normal to be dressed like this. Ponies don't normally wear clothes." She looked down at her body, and realized she didn't have fur or hooves anymore. "But I guess I'm really a pony anymore, am I?"

The man smirked at her statement, figuring it to be some kind of innuendo. "Well you can still be a pony if you wanna. Maybe I could show you to someplace warm, and you can show me how pony-like you can be~"

Pinkie cocked a brow at him for a moment, before realization suddenly hit her. "Wait a sugar-shaking minute her... are you, hitting on me?" She questioned.

Shots rolled his eyes playful. "Well~"

Pinkie began to smile widely, before waggling her brows suggestively at the man. "Oh, well then Mr. flirty-pants, maybe then we can have some fun. After all, I know a good time when I see it, I am a party planner." She seemed to scrunch up her nose at her last statement. "Well, not technically I guess, but I am-Mmpf." She was cut off as the older man's lips met hers, she moaned contently as they shared the kiss.

He broke the kiss after a few short minutes, and stared longingly at the naked girl he had just met. She only stared happily back at him, like a child would their own parent, or an adult they particularly liked.

"You like that?~" He said, lidding his eyes as if trying to excite the girl even more.

"Your breath is sorta stinky, but yeah!" She said with chipper smile. "That was pretty fun. I hope you don't dislike this next part too much, though."

Shots-a-Plenty shot her a confused gaze. "What do ya mean, next part..." His eyes shot open. All of a sudden, a burning yet sweet sensation began to envelop the man's lips and the inside of his mouth. Like he had just downed an entire bottle of hot sauce stuffed inside a cupcake, the burning sensation traveled down his throat and into his stomach, completely enveloping his body as it moved outwards from his center to the very top layers of his skin. He let go of the girl and backed up, as he began to feel his bones contracting and changing shape. His every appendage shot about in random movement, until he finally felt himself fall backwards onto pavement as he began to convulse. His skin began to change from dark green to light pink, and his short blond hair began to grow wilder and more frazzled. The girl only stared at him happily as the seizure-like convulsions began to settle, and the man was left lying flat on his back again, completely unmoving.

Shots-a-Plenty picked himself up until he was standing back on his feet. His skin resembled that of the pink-skinned girl, in fact his entire appearance resembled that of the pink-skinned girl, save for their heights, his blond hair color, and the fact he... she was still wearing clothes.

The taller pink-skinned girl stared down at the smaller with similar-looking baby blue eyes. She blinked at her. "What just happened..?" She asked in similar voice.

"What happened?" The smaller girl shot her arms upwards in an excited gestured. "You've just been added to the collective... Shots-a-Pinkie!" She explained, giggling slightly at her own joke.

Shots-a-Pinkie brought her finger up to her chin and asked curiously. "What's a collective..?"

"Its a big word I heard Twilight use once. I don't know what it actually means, but basically it means the biggest, bestest party of one ever!"

The taller girl smiled, and clasped her fingers into her palms excitedly. "Really?!" She exclaimed.

"Yeppers! We seriously have enough Pinkies to form are own one Pie conga line!!"

Shots-a-Pinkie gasped at the implications.

"Do you want to help me add more ponies, err... people to collective?!" The smaller Pinkie ask excitedly.

"Yes!!" The other Pinkie answered without hesitation. Without another word, the two locked arms and began skipping merrily into the night. The town sleeping, blissful unaware of the horror that would be unleashed come the morning. When the Apinkalypse would begin.

Author's Notes:

A slightly rehashed version of my original first chapter, thanks to the suggest given to me by my new editor. I hope you guys and girls enjoy the new direction we're taking.