• Published 5th Dec 2018
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GARGANTULON VS. THE SPACE DRACULAS - Tumbleweed



When Rainbow Dash gets a copy of the last Gargantulon movie for her birthday, she's left floored by its tragic ending-- which forces her to take matters into her own hands!

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Chapter 3

“How does it feel?”

Rarity fussed over Rainbow Dash with her usual perfectionism, even though she wasn't working on one of her usual evening gowns. Instead, Rainbow Dash had squeezed into an apparatus of foam rubber painted and carved so meticulously that one would never think it'd once been an old wrestling mat. (That is, if one ignored the vaguely sweaty smell).

Rainbow peered out from the mandibled maw of Gargantulon, while a pair of bulbous, multi-faceted eyes stared into space above her forehead. She held her arms up in front of her chest, long primary claws hanging downward. Rows of smaller legs went down the front of Rainbow's costume, leading down into a long, segmented tail that stretched out behind her like a body horror bridal train. The whole apparatus was covered in a fine coat of Vaseline, giving it a sickly, organic shine.

Rainbow Dash only smiled. “It's perfect. Kinda hotter than I thought it'd be.”

“Just for clarification--” Rarity tilted her head to the side. “By 'hot' do you mean you'll need to stay hydrated, or do you mean stepping into the shoes-- er, claws –of your favorite movie monster has given you a renewed sense of power which in turn has awakened some hithero unknown desires within you that cannot be satisfied by anything but crushing a city beneath your feet which in turn will lead you to going to some particularly ... odd chatrooms in unsavory corners of the internet?”

“Uh. The first one?” Rainbow Dash said. “I've got a water bottle in my bag if it gets bad.”

“Oh, whew.”

“... what was that other stuff about?”

“Let's just say I have received some commissions with very ... specific requirements, and leave it at that. Nothing too scandalous, thankfully, but there is such a thing as too much information, no?”

“Ooooo-kay?” Rainbow Dash said. “But nevermind that! We've got a movie to make! C'mon, Pinkie said she'd be done with the set by the time I got into costume!”

Rainbow Dash moved as quickly as she could inside her monster costume, waddling over to the far corner of the basement. A large green sheet was pinned to one wall, while an intricately detailed cityscape in miniature stretched out across the floor.

Pinkie Pie crouched in a corner, applying last-minute detail to the sloped roof of a tiny Shinto temple. As Rainbow Dash and Rarity neared, she glanced their way, beaming. “Oh, hi guys!”

“Wow Pinkie, this is great!” Rainbow Dash rubbed her claws together in anticipation. “It looks just like Tokyo!”

“Tokyo? Tokyo!?” Pinkie Pie's cheery expression dropped. “You didn't say it had to be Tokyo! I made a scale model of Kyoto instead! I've ... I've ruined everything! I'm so, so sorry!” Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she threw herself to the floor before Rainbow Dash's feet. “I'll do better next time, I promise!”

“Whoa, Pinkie, it's okay!” Rainbow Dash flailed her foam-rubber claws in dismay. “It's more than okay! It doesn't matter what city it is when it looks this good!”

“Really?” Pinkie Pie bounded back to her feet again, tears stopping as if she'd turned off a faucet. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do! I mean, I'm just going to smash the whole thing anyway, right?”

“Right!” Pinkie Pie said. “Which is why I made everything out of marzipan and/or fondant! You can literally eat the city, just like Gargantulon would!” To prove her point, she snapped the very tip off of a tiny radio antenna and popped it into her mouth.

“Sweet!” Rainbow Dash said. “Literally! So we've got my costume done, and we've got the set done-- Twilight said she had some models we could use--”

“Only if you promise to be careful?” Twilight Sparkle clutched a vintage action-figure-carrying-case to her chest. “These are my brother's old toys-- they're collectible! I don't want anything bad to happen to them.”

“Just keep them out of the way of Pinkie's explosions, and they'll be fine.” Rainbow Dash said.

Twilight nodded, if hesitant, and then opened up the carrying case to start sliding just-under-four-inch tall soldiers and pilots into their respective tanks and jets.

“So we've got our city, we've got the soldiers-- who's got the camera?”

“Um. Me?” Fluttershy stepped out of the corner she'd been standing in with ninja-like silence and held up her phone. “I, um, I'd rather not be on camera, if that's okay.”

“If you insist.” Rainbow Dash shrugged, though within her costume it came off as more of a wobble. “Just make sure you get really low camera angles so it makes me look all huge and awesome.”

“Got it.” Fluttershy nodded, and then looked around. “Should I, um, start recording?”

“Not yet! I mean, I get to be Gargantulon (obviously), but I need another monster to fight! That's how these movies work.”

“Applejack should be ready any moment.” Rarity said with an artist's certainty.

“I ain't comin'.” Applejack's muffled voice came from the direction of the bathroom.

Rarity's face fell. “Of course you are, darling.” She said. “You know how hard I worked on that outfit ... “

“Ain't. Comin'.”

“Ah. Excuse me.” Rarity said. She pulled a hairpin from behind her ear, made short work of the lock to the bathroom door, and then ducked inside. Angry murmurs went back and forth within the bathroom, until Rarity finally pushed Applejack out into view. The farmgirl had traded her usual denim and flannel for a neck-to-toes jumpsuit of silver and red spandex, adorned with little blinking lights along the outside of her arms. Applejack's unruly blonde hair had been tucked away into a grey hood, and a blank-faced grey mask was pushed up on her forehead.

“Behold!” Rarity said with no small degree of fanfare. “The Mighty Androidica!”

“How come I gotta wear the shiny tights n' Rainbow Dash's the one in the bug costume?” Applejack adjusted her costume in a less-than-ladylike manner. “Stupid thing's ridin' up like nobody's business.”

“Why, it's the contrast, darling! A literal force of nature put forth against the cutting-edge technology of a giant robot? The script writes itself!”

“Uh.” Sunset Shimmer raised a hand. “That's a good point-- do we actually, uh, have a script?”

“Who needs one?” Rainbow Dash beamed, rubbing her claws together. “I mean, me and Applejack can fight and smash up these buildings and then you guys can tape it and it'll be super awesome! I mean, like, the best parts of the Gargantulon movies are the monster fights anyway, right?”

“Yes, but ... don't we want people to care about why Gargantulon is fighting a giant robot lady?” Sunset Shimmer blinked for a moment, then added on: “I can't believe I just said that.”

“They'll care because it's awesome, duh!”

“But ... I thought we were making this because Gargantulon died in the last movie? Won't we need to explain why the giant centipede is back again?” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Oooooooh. Huh. Hadn't thought about that. I got distracted by the costume. But since you're asking all the good questions, you can be in charge of the script!”

“Wait what?” Sunset Shimmer said.

“It's easy! Just, like, put on a labcoat and talk about radiation and robots and whatever, and maybe point off camera and scream a little bit? Then we'll just edit it in between the parts where me and Applejack are punching each other so like people have a chance to go to the bathroom or whatever.”

“I'm beginning to think we're missing a few steps with this movie making thing.” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Pssh. We'll just fix it in post!” Rainbow Dash says.

“Do you even know what that means?” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Kinda? Like, you just mail all the footage to somebody who puts it all together for you. That's a thing, right?”

“Not really, no?”

“Then I guess we'll just have to do it ourselves! That's what we've been doing already, right?”

“But ... you don't know anything about movie editing.” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Not like that's stopped me so far!” Rainbow Dash beamed with enthusiasm, looking more than a little mad (a fact not helped by her googly-eyed mutant centipede costume). “Besides, what I do know about is Gargantulon! And everyone knows that Gargantulon cannot be stopped! If we just stand around worrying about all the stuff we don't know, we'll never get this movie made! Now get over here, Applejack, we've got a city to wreck!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Applejack grumbled as she pulled her mask into place. “It'd be a lot easier to move iffin' this getup didn't have high heels. Who builds a giant robot with high heels?”

“Where else was I supposed to put the rocket boosters?” Rarity huffed.

Applejack stopped in her tracks. “There ain't actual rockets in these shoes, is there?”

“No, I couldn't get the smoke color right.” Twilight didn't look up from sliding a tiny redheaded soldier into a tiny missile-tank.

“Less chatty, more smashy!” Rainbow Dash rubbed her claws together in anticipation, and looked over at Fluttershy. “Ready with the camera?”

The pink-haired girl pulled out her phone and lowered herself into an awkward crouch, pointing the camera up the length of Rainbow Dash's costume. “Like this?”

“Perfect! You recording?”

Fluttershy nodded.

Rainbow Dash pulled black cloth down over her face.

And then Gargantulon attacked.


Even with Fluttershy recording, the next few hours were a blur.

There was no Rainbow Dash-- only an enormous (well, enormous-in-scale) centipede, scuttling through the streets of Kyoto (or possibly Tokyo). Gargantulon crushed buildings, toppled power lines, and swept aside the highly trained special missions force that rolled out to face it. Not even Androidica, the enormous (and conspicuously high-heeled) mecha, could stand up to Gargantulon's many-legged might. Gargantulon stood in the center of the smoldering, caramel-scented ruins and let out a keening screech of victory. Then another. Then a third, for good measure.

“Um.” Fluttershy held her phone in front of her like a shield. “... is that it?”

“Huh?” Gargantulon pawed at its face for a moment, pulling away the black cloth inside its mouth to reveal Rainbow Dash's face once again. The blue-faced girl looked around at the to-scale devastation surrounding her, as if beholding it for the first time. “Yeah, I guess that's it?” She panted.

“I ... certainly hope it is.” Sunset Shimmer managed, even as Pinkie, Rarity, and Twilight hid behind her, trusting in the armor-like properties of their friend's leather jacket.

“Cool!” Rainbow Dash said, and started wriggling out of her centipede-monster costume in a vaguely perverse imitation of an arthropod's natural molting. She left the Gargantulon costume on the floor, then wiped her forehead off with the hem of her t-shirt. “Who knew wrecking stuff would be such a good workout?”

“I ... don't think anybody did.” Sunset Shimmer said.

“We done?” Applejack sat up from where she laid in the shattered remains of a marzipan-crafted power plant. “Iffin' Rainbow Dash gets to take off her weirdo monster costume, so do I, right?”

“Let me help!” Rarity said, if a bit too quickly. To her credit, she soon added on: “So you won't tear the fabric, that is. I put entirely too much work into that costume for you to rip it apart like some kind of marauding lycanthrope.”

“All that work n' you didn't think to put a zipper somewhere I could reach it?”

“Giant robots don't have zippers, Applejack. I had to hide it from the camera!” Rarity picked her way through the rubble and strewn-about action-figures so she could start fussing over Applejack properly.

“Speaking of cameras, did you get all that awesome footage, Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash said.

“I ... hope so?” Fluttershy said. “I ... just kept recording even when things started catching on fire.”

“Sweet!” Rainbow Dash pumped a fist. “You hang onto all that footage, Fluttershy-- I'm gonna go take a quick shower, and then we're gonna sit down and edit this movie and it's gonna be so awesome you don't even know!” And with that, the sweaty athlete-turned-kaiju disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water and off-key humming of the Gargantulon theme song could be heard coming through the door.

Sunset Shimmer shrugged, then turned to the rest of her friends. “At least Rainbow's having a good time?”