Author Note: Ok i know, its a little Mongolian Chop Squad-ish but bear with me. this is set in a reality away from all former stories made, anything could happen, Hell. Dogs and Cats living together is is the least of this power band's worries.

When Worlds Collide...

"So I hear you're playing the Dark Horse tonight," the shopkeeper mentioned as he handed a tall, slim man with a brown Battle Hawk his coffee over the counter. "All the luck for a good crowd." The man took the Styrofoam cup and laid twenty golden bits on the counter. "Always is, thanks." The man replied.

Sipping my coffee, I noticed that you may be wondering, 'why is he paying for coffee in the human world with bits?' well long story short, Earth and the planet that houses Equestria now have a joint, interplanetary rule. And the bits ended up being simpler to work out for everyone. Now ponies and humans live together in harmony. And we as a species have experienced the longest period of flawless piece for it.

Readjusting the guitar that was slung across his back, he walked into the subway station. Nodding and waving to ponies and humans he knew along the way. Reaching the ticket booth he pulled out fifty bits. "One for Canterlot, please." He asked the blue roan stallion. Obtaining his ticket, he passed onto the redline from New York City to Canterlot.

And again your probably raging, "But that's light years away!" Well your right. But with the perfection of wormhole technology combining science and magic, it would take less than a half an hour to get there. By the way, since you didn't ask and I'm just arrogant, my name is Jake Skystotsov, and I'm a guitarist in a Trance Industrial band.

Taking his seat on the train, someone or somepony called his name from the back of the car. Looking over, he noticed none other than the ,Vinyl Scratch. Waving and getting up to meet the artist, he called. "Yo, V Scratch, what's up Sugar Lips?" They bumped fists… hooves… Fuck it, they bumped. "You looking forward to playing together tonight?" Jake asked Vinyl.

"Aww, hell yeah!" she replied, enthusiastically. "My beats on top of your chords? We are gonna rock the bones outta those poor foals!" As the train began moving down the tunnel, a ring ahead of them lit up, filling the diameter with a shimmering white energy. Jake looked out the window at the light.

"Aww yeah, this is my favorite part! Always get a rush!" Jake exclaimed. But Vinyl just swallowed. "Sweet Celestia, Jake. How do you get suck of a kick out of this shit? Swaps my brain and stomach around."

Jake looked back at the white pony. "Sky diving." He said flatly. "I gotta take you with me next time." As they entered the ring, Jake could feel a tingling spark run through his body as his molecules separated, passed through the vacuum of space and re-materialized in a Royal Equestrian Rail Line tunnel.

Beside him, Vinyl fell over against his leg, losing her balance and nearly her lunch. He knelt down, helping her back up onto all fours. "Don't worry," he assured her, his heart hammering from the experience and adrenaline. "A couple of trips skydiving and you'll love it." He placed his hands on her cheeks, quickly kissing her on the lips. "Come on, we gotta get to the club."

Now you're saying, "Wait a minute This isn't a Drama story! It's some fracking Brony horse humpers note!" … THAT COMES LATER!

"Make a hole!" Jake yelled as he ran across the platforms, protests and obscenities flowing behind him from ponies and humans like a water fall. He looked over towards Vinyl Scratch. "What Time is it!" he asked, yelling over the trains that rocketed past into the tunnel. She shook her head, blue pink and black mane flying in a fray of color. "Late!" she yelled back.

Running down the streets of Canterlot into the more quaint sectors, they picked up speed, closing on the door of the Dark Horse Club. Its large blacklight sign a soft glow in the dark moon. Slowing down they showed the guard their passes, he lifted the rope just in time as they ran in. "thanks!" Jake yelled back as he worked his way into the fray of dancers, an awful indy-label soft rock band playing. Jake reached the stage as they began their last song, a slow dance version of Sweet Child O' Mine, which James admitted wasn't that bad.

The opening act took their bows as the rest of Jake's band mates filed into the room. As they set up the drums, mikes, amps and stage lighting, Vinyl and Jake dropped by the bar. Throwing back a few pre-gig shots they started getting hyped. Known as the most energetic band member, Jake was climbing the metal support structures getting the adrenaline flowing. Then the MC came onstage. Mares and Stallions, Ladies and Gentlemen," as the niceties were exchanged with increasing enthusiasm, Jake monkey-barred his way back towards the stage, on the ground, he leaned over Vinyl's turntables as she was running a sound check with the drummer and bassist. "You want me to pull a few licks so you can get me zeroed in?" he asked. Vinyl pressed her headphone against her ear with a hoof, shaking her head. " No, I think I got you pretty well figured out by now.." she retorted with a smirk and a wink.

Jake stuck his tongue out and bit down slightly, acting in his usual childish manner when on stage. Vinyl could see the changes in him starting already. His Gold starburst in his eyes was starting to expand and his teeth were getting longer. "I'll see you back stage," she said. "get ready for the first song, whole beat, guitar on the third bass lick." He nodded and returned to his guitar stand.

"It is my great honor," the MC announced. "To present, All the Way from New York, America. Manticore!" Vinyl spun the record, crunching and tweaking the audio as the drummer hammered on the high hat, pumping a steady full note on the kick. 'three…' Jake thought, feeling his head begin to spin and his temperature rise. 'Two…' the bass began hammering away on his strings. 'one…' Jake jumped up five feet, pulling the string for a flying whine.