Scene 1 - Questions of the Past, Present, and Future

As Peter and Rainbow Dash walked along, the sounds of their sneakers and cloven against the metal floor echoing throughout the hallways of the pneumatics block, a question gnawed at the cyan Pegasus' heart. After a few moments, she sent it from pulling at the strings of her heart, to pulling at her vocal chords.

"Peter, before, when you were a pony, and we had...sex, did you...did you enjoy it?"

Peter raised an eyebrow at the strange question, not breaking stride as he answered.

"Of course I did. It was amazing, Rainbow Dash."

She sighed, and Peter blinked, confused.

"But...thing is, I can't bring myself to do it with you, y'know, as a human..."

Peter nodded.

"I understand. Trust me, that feeling is mutual."

Rainbow Dash nodded. A question still burned, however, and she stopped walking, looking down at the cold, uncaring floor as she sat, vocalizing her worries.

"But...are you disappointed? I mean, would you ever...break up with me because of that?"

Peter stopped as well, and knelt on one knee, looking deep into Rainbow Dash's eyes as he placed his hand on her cheek.

"Never. I'm not disappointed, and I wouldn't break up with you because we can't have sex. I love you, and nothing will ever change that."

He kissed her reassuringly, on the lips. When the kiss ended, he hugged her, holding the cyan Pegasus close to his heart.

"Thanks, Peter...I needed to hear that..."

After a few moments, Peter pulled her off of himself, only enough to look into her eyes. She nodded, and together, they stood, and walked on, Rarity heavy on the cyan Pegasus' mind in the absence of her worries and doubts.

As they walked, Rainbow Dash smiled, imagining what raising a foal with Peter would be like...

After a few moments of wandering, aimlessly, through the maze-like building, they stopped to rest. Rainbow Dash asked a third question, blushing lightly as she did so.

"Hey, Peter...if I get pregnant...could you imagine what it would be like to raise a foal together?"

Peter scratched his chin, nodding and smiling wistfully.

"Yeah, I can. Definitely. You, me, a child...I can imagine that."

In truth, he had, and he allowed his mind to wander, re-living the day dream once more.

Peter and Rainbow Dash were walking in the park, side by side, smiling as Peter pushed a stroller. Inside the stroller, a small Pegasus' inquisitive, curious eyes peered out, smiling in the Spring breeze.

His train of thought was cut short by a loud thud. Peter and Rainbow Dash exchanged a glance, and immediately faced the direction from which it came, ready to defend themselves against anything.

Scene 2 - Filth

"How dare you, you ruffian! Un...vine, me this instant!"

Rarity clocked the Stallion Eater on the head, or mouth, or whatever. It shrunk back slightly, and snapped at its prey once more, tightening its hold on the white unicorn.

"Oh! How rude!"

Her horn glowed.

"You need to learn some manners!"

A blade of clean, fresh air cut through the vine. She fell two inches onto the ground, huffing as the Stallion Eater died, its lifeline cut.

After that...incident, with the Diamond Dogs, she had taken it upon herself to learn a bit of self-defense. The first form of magic she had chosen, was that of Air Blades.

'Air is just so pure, and clean! It's not dirty at all,' had been her reasoning. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Ugh...now you made me go and get my coat all dirty, and disgusting..."

She turned, and saw five Stallion Eaters approaching her. Rage contorted her face as their filthy, filthy mouths and vines approached her.

"Back off, you filthy plants!"

She sliced through the air with her Air Blade, cutting all five of their vines. She turned, walking off with a hmph!, cutting down countless vines as she proceeded into the dark of the jungle, shuddering as clouds of dirt flew up around her.

"Squalid...absolutely squalid..."

Scene 3 - Catching Up

"Holy crap, that's Petey Piranha!"

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow, intrigued and confused.

"Petey Piranha?"

"A giant Piranha Plant. Just...stand still, okay?"

"Uh...okay..."

The plant walked closer to the two of them, eventually stopping a few inches from their air-making forms. Much to their surprise, it spoke.

"Me, Plant Guy. Spike, friend. Follow?"

Peter and Rainbow Dash sighed in relief.

"Oh...so you're Plant Guy...do you mind if I call you Petey Piranha?"

"Why call me that?"

"Because...it's a nickname."

The plant moved its head up and down, in what Peter assumed to be a nod.

"Good name. Follow?"

It beckoned with its leaves, pointing to an obvious exit that Peter and Rainbow Dash had somehow missed.

"Oh...found it, 'Dash!"

Rainbow Dash smiled, and flapped her wings enough to punch Peter in the shoulder, albeit lightly.

"Sure, why not? It's all in the heart of adventure, right? That is, if you're not chicken!"

Peter smiled, and winked.

"I ain't no chicken, Dash!"

"Sure. Whatever you say."

"Fine! I'll race you to that building! No wings!"

"You're on!"

Plant Guy stood to the side, watching as they raced to his home, the greenhouse. He ran after them, the surroundings blurring as his giant strides covered the large distance in a matter of moments.

Just before Rainbow Dash entered the building - Peter was far back - Plant Guy stopped her with a leaf. With the other, he pointed at the panting human.

Her face riddled with concern, Rainbow Dash raced back towards Peter, waiting for him to recuperate.

"You okay, Peter?"

"Yeah...I'm fine...I just don't have...a lot...of stamina..."

Peter coughed a few times, still heavily panting. After a few moments, he stood erect, his breathing finally calming. He nodded.

"Let's go. But...can we not run this time?"

Rainbow Dash nodded, smiling as they walked up to Plant Guy.

"So, Petey Piranha, what's in there?"

"It greenhouse. Live in it. Careful, bullies inside."

Rainbow Dash and Peter exchanged a look.

"Petey, do they bully you?"

"No. Bully air-makers, like you two."

Peter nodded, not making heads nor tails of what kind of 'bullies' could be in the greenhouse...

"Well, let's go."

As soon as they entered, they received a blast of humidity.

Peter rolled his shoulders in the humidity, and Rainbow Dash her wings. Plant Guy looked around nervously, then relaxed, explaining who the 'bullies' where.

"Big lily pads, cousins. Have teeth, eat air-makes. Don't know why. Anyway, they asleep, I think."

Peter raised an eyebrow, but followed Plant Guy up the stairs, Rainbow Dash by his side.

As they exited the greenhouse, Peter could see a healthy glow, which he assumed was the incinerator. Plant Guy affirmed his suspicions.

"That incinerator. Dangerous. Don't go in or near."

"Thanks, Petey."

They continued, eventually walking into a garden-styled plaza, with a large fountain in the center, and trees against all four, stone walls. The dirt ground was covered in grass and flowers, giving it a pleasant aroma.

"Huh...this is nice...Oh, look, Peter! There's Spike!"

Scene 4 - Supplies

Twilight and Applejack sat, watching Spike pace back and forth, obviously anxious.

"Come on, it's pointless to wait for them! We need to get going!"

Twilight sighed, reluctant to give her son more independence...

Stop it. You need to let go, Twilight...

"Spike, you're a grown dragon now. You can go ahead if you want."

Spike stopped, and nodded.

"You know what...I will. I'll meet you guys in there."

Just as Spike was about to walk off, a shout echoed in the plaza, louder than the sound of water in the fountain.

"Spike!"

He turned, and Peter and Rainbow Dash ran up to him, Plant Guy stepping into the fountain behind them.

"Hey...where are..."

"We're over here. Peter, come in here, Pinkie wants us to give you something."

Peter looked up, smiling at Twilight and Applejack.

"This...this is so fuckin' weird, man..."

He beckoned for Rainbow Dash to follow him, and walked into the stone building, its wooden doors open, the lavender unicorn and orange work pony leading them deep into the building.

They passed crates, vases, shelves, and, strangely enough, spheres. They finally arrived at a desk-like case, dust covering the glass lid, obscuring its contents from view.

Peter and Rainbow Dash exchanged a glance. Together, they walked up to the case, its mahogany walls not betraying anything. Using his sleeve, Peter wiped the dust away, and gasped.

Under the glass, lay a blade, its leather-bound, oaken grip leading into a steel, flattened cross-guard, which lead into a blade, the steel curving to form the shape of a machete.

Peter tenderly reached for the clasps, and flipped them open. He opened the case, taking the machete out of its indented resting place.

"Wha...how..."

'Don't ask. Just take it. Stallion Eaters are tough, you'll need it to kill them."

Peter nodded, and Rainbow Dash admired the steel as it quivered in the human's nervous grip.

"I...I've never used a machete before...I mean, I'm pretty good at swordplay, but that was with a wooden toy sword..."

He gulped, the leather making his hands clammy with perspiration.

"Peter, you can do it."

He looked over to Rainbow Dash, who had retreated about two yards away. He smiled, and nodded.

"I hope."

Just then, a stuffed, pony training dummy appeared in front of him. He raised an eyebrow to Twilight, who merely nodded.

Using his strong trapezius to send his arm, Peter thrust the blade forward, tearing a seam all the way through the pony's neck. The seam was immediately repaired. Grinning, he sliced at it once more, but was knocked on his back as the dummy tackled him, glowing in Twilight's magical aura.

Peter stood, grimacing as he approached the dummy once more. He calmed his mind, observing the dummy, waiting...

As it lunged again, Peter side stepped and spun, slicing a gash in the back of the fake pony's neck. It closed, and lunged at him again.

This time, Peter spun to the left, then to the right, lopping the dummy's head as he did so, releasing a grunt of effort.

Peter smiled as he remembered a particular fighting style. Adopting an open stance, he held them machete by his side, ready to slice in any direction with the curved blade. The perfect stance for a Keyblade, and thus, the...'perfect', stance for a machete (not).

The dummy, now repaired, lunged at him once more. Immediately abandoning his stance, he pivoted on his right foot, then lunged at the dummy himself, tearing a gash in its side. He pressed his hand against the side of the dummy, pushing it off of the blade.

With a pop, the dummy disappeared, and Twilight's voice rang out.

"Good. I think you're pretty much ready..."

Peter nodded, panting as Rainbow Dash walked up to him, positively beaming.

"That was awesome, Peter! Where'd you learn that!?"

Peter smiled, still panting.

"Thanks, and I have no idea...let's...let's go..."

Rainbow Dash nodded, walking beside Peter as they followed Twilight and Applejack back outside, where an impatient Spike sighed. Plant Guy still stood in the fountain, seemingly asleep.

"C'mon. Rarity needs us, guys!"

Peter nodded, and stepped onto the wooden platform, staring into the dark depths of the forest, his machete in a ready position.