Cutting walked as fast as he could towards the large tree at the back of the town. From what Rarity had told while she was "cleaning" him, this was where Twilight lived. Twilight was the least crazy pony, at least in his experience, so staying there was a natural choice. Hopefully she had some alcohol or something to clear his mind of that beautiful seductress with her..God Damn it! Cutting was so busy shaking his head like a rag doll, that he ran right into Twilight's door. Twilight opened the door, hitting the unfortunate earth pony in the face again.

"Oh I'm so sorry, do you want something?" Twilight asked the staggering pony.

"Yes, can I crash at your place for a bit?" Cutting asked, just now clearing the starbursts in his vision. Twilight nodded and opened the door, welcoming him in. Cutting nearly vomited right then and there. She had so many dead things! There must have been a hundred books at least. Kaiju found that the dead were disgusting and so all their homes were made of a living, symbiotic organism and the dead had their lives celebrated instead of their deaths mourned. Cutting remembered the last party he had been to was Yamarashi's death day. It had been fun remembering all the good things that had happened in the tentacled kaiju's life. Even Slattern found it in himself to show up. Swallowing back the bile in his throat, Cutting then checked out the bed she was pulling telekinetically with her horn. Telekinesis was something only Precursors could do and so Cutting almost fell on his knees begging for forgiveness before remembering that if she was a Precursor, she would've recognized him.

"How long do you plan on staying?" Twilight asked while she straightened out the sheets.

"Just for tonight while I find a caste" Cutting answered. Twilight looked at him with confusion

"Caste?" Twilight questioned with one eye ridge raised.

"What you're born to do" Cutting answered automatically. "My niche"

"Like a job?" Twilight pressed. Cutting frowned at this response. It was similar but not the same. A job implied choice while a kaiju never had any choice other than what they were made for. Cutting for example was heavy infantry and Raiju was heavy cavalry, but no matter how much they hated or loved their caste, the Precursors would not allow these roles to change. That was what had caused Mutavore to be punished. She had attempted to switch places for her lover, Trespasser, and had been punished for it. Obviously ponies didn't have this system so Cutting lied once more.

"Yes, like a job" he said, feeling guilty for some reason. Perhaps the atmosphere of this planet was affecting his brain. "I don't want to intrude but do you have any alcohol?"

"Sure, but why do you want it?" Twilight asked while opening the cupboard.

"I've had a ba-,err weird day" Cutting responded, his voice showing a bit of exhaustion. Suddenly he saw a small purple lizard. His heart exploded with happiness "Yes!" he cried even as he picked up the lizard and swung him around. "Another kaiju! How did you get here? I didn't see you in my flesh-pit" he said while snuggling the smaller kaiju.

"Kai-what now?" the creature questioned. Cutting felt his joy deflate as he checked the creature over again. In his excitement he had forgotten to smell check, the most important way to distinguish between kaiju and regular animals. Kaiju smelled very distinctively of silicon. This thing smelled of carbon instead. He dropped him sadly

"I see you've met my assistant and adopted son, Spike. Spike this is Cutting Edge and he'll be staying for a bit until he finds a job" the unicorn said, all the while pouring something called "Everclear".

"Hi Cutting Edge, sorry we can't talk longer but Twilight has a strict bedding schedule" the dragon said as he walked up the stairs. Cutting Edge felt sadder than he ever had as the truth of the situation sank in. He'd never see the other kaiju again because he was dead in their world. Not only that but his mind was starting to change perspective, perhaps to fit his new body. Cutting grabbed the cup Twilight offered and downed it in one gulp.

"Are you sure you should do that?" Twilight asked nervously while sipping at her own cup.

"I'll have you know I can handle my alcohol, Miss Twilight" Cutting said, feeling strangely offended. After all, he could handle drinks with ten percent alcohol, which was practically the record among kaiju. How could any drink a pony made be stronger? The moments after that were a blur of him chewing his own bang, attempting to show off how hard his head was by punching it, and taking five minutes to climb the stairs. Peace did not come to him in sleep however.

Cutting was in Rarity's boutique without warning. Just as he was about to sneak out, he smelled a a very distinctive scent. She was in heat. He walked into her room and saw her lying there, practically blaring an alarm that she was ready. A small string of drool went down Cutting's lips.

"I'm ready. Will you help me" she said, batting her eyelashes and getting closer as she did. Cutting nodded dumbly before leaping on her and roughly kissing her.

"What's that noise?" spike grumbled as he walked out of bed. It was coming from the stranger's room. Spike opened the door just enough to hear what he was saying.

"Oh yes, I love you Rarity" Cutting mumbled in his sleep. Everything blanked out for Spike for a few seconds. It took every last bit of control he had not to torch the room. Steam rose from his head and thankfully blanked out the other things Cutting was mumbling. Spike growled savagely. Rarity was his! No one would take his property! His eyes slitted breifly before Spike walked back to his bed, plotting how to get rid of a rival.