Things were not going well for Equestria after the events of the previous H.I.P story. A week after the war ended somepony assassinated the mayor of Ponyville. Then stallions started being sexist to mares. Even Doughnut Joe wouldn't let mares in his restaurant, but if they were to buy something Joe would just double the price for what they bought.

Two and a half years later things just got worse, a griffon appeared. It was someone named Gilda, and she seemed pissed, "I've had enough of these ponies. It's time to do something about them." Then she flew off. While doing so Rainbow Dash appeared, "Gilda, what are you doing?" Instead of answering Dash's question Gilda told her to fuck off, and gave her the bird. Right after that I appeared in my car. I wasn't the only one in Equestria to have a car anymore. Lots of companies started making cars for ponies to drive, some were Chevronet, Coltillac, Lunicorn, Dodge, Alfa Romaneo, Aston Maretin, Foallari, and Fillys. Every street in Equestria was paved, and full of cars. "Seems like Ponyville has improved." I said. "Yeah," Dash replied, "but what kind of pony would drive?" I didn't bother asking that question. Rainbow Dash drove before so she shouldn't be complaining. Pinkie Pie drove my car before, and she liked it. I spent half an hour hanging out with Rainbow Dash. She wanted me to throw her into the sky when we saw flying griffons. They were dropping bombs destroying stuff in sight. A few others came with guns, and started shooting ponies, one even cut off Lyra's horn, making her an earth pony. The first thing me, and Rainbow Dash did was drive away from the griffons. "Are any of them folllowing us?" I asked nervously. Equestria has gone to war against a few crazy enemies, including Nazis, and Discord, but this was insane. We are talking about a combination of a lion with a bird! So far no one was following us, but then Gilda got on my car. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled in frustration. Gilda was scratching up my hood, and trying to shoot Rainbow Dash. I grabbed Gilda, and threw her far away from us. We were now driving at top speed, 183 miles an hour. "There is no way she can keep up." I said. "And if she does I can totally take her on!" Dash added. Right, but first we had to find the rest of the mane six, and others.