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"I question the wisdom of a diplomat who looks like a ravenous monster," Madame Butterfly arced a critical eyebrow.
"Don't listen to that mean old Queenie," Diane petted and nuzzled the three tongue-tentacle-things, each of which came equipped with it's own set of shark like jaws, "You are just the most adorable little puppies I have ever seen! Who's a little sweetums? Who's a little sweetums?"
"They're not puppies Diane," Ki rolled his eyes, momentarily questioning how he was speaking clearly with a bi-segmented jaw, and three lengthy, extended tentacles coming out of his mouth, "They're my tongues."
"You don't listen to that mean, smelly old Ki," Diane continued nuzzling the monstrous things, "You can be puppies if you want to!"
"Need a better look?" Discord snapped his talons summoning a full length mirror into existence.
The now former human examined himself carefully. Aside from the segmented jaw, and the snake like appendages (which darted, played, and nuzzled Diane exactly like one might expect of puppies) he appeared to be a relatively normal, if largish and especially brightly colored, earth pony. He guessed that he could probably give Big McIntosh a run for his money on shear bulk, if not height. He noticed he was especially broad in the shoulders, reminiscent of a bull-dog. His coat was a painfully bright cyan, while his mane and tail were a bright fire-engine-red. He was pleased to see that his mane as still very clearly crested into an obvious mohawk.
"Now," Discord rubbed his fore-paws together with glee, "One quick tutorial, and then I have important business to attend... probably, or maybe I'll just go home and make tapioca. I haven't decided. Your tazzl-snakes are by far smarter than any stupid old unicorn horn, so you won't need any special fancy schooling. They already know what they can do. Just let them know what you want, and if they can do it they will. The two on the outside recharge, the one in the middle does tricks. Couldn't be easier!"
"Wait, what do you mean 'recharge'?" But once again it was already too late, as the Lord of Chaos had already disappeared in a flash of chaotic magic.
"Well, I suppose that makes you the official Diplomatic Envoy of the Fillydelphia Independent Collective to Canterlot, Ambassador Steen," the changeling queen sighed with resignation.
"Oh, oh, you need a pony name!" Ki's pink abomination suddenly insisted, "How about DayGlow Charlie Pie #7?"
"And why would I have your last name, Diane?" Ki decided not to question why his tongues were all coiled in Diane's lap, or why Diane was sitting on the floor human-style, instead focussing on questions that MIGHT actually have rational answers.
"Because we're getting married of course!" Diane replied brightly.
“Diane,” the former human sighed deeply, “We’ve only known each other for a few days.”
“But we already know everything about each other, silly,” the pink changeling countered easily, scruffing the head of each of the three tazzl-snakes, “I’m gonna call you Lefty, and you can be Righty! And you… hmmm, I’ma name you Middler!”
The three nuzzled the changeling in obvious appreciation,
“Alright, Diane,” the bright blue tazzl-pony pony leveled a serious gaze on the mare, “How is it that you know everything about me?”
“That’s easy!” The changeling flashed her friendliest smile, eliciting a shudder from the nearby changeling queen, “I tied you to a chair and tortured you until you told me all your secrets.”
“Very good, Diane,” the tazzl-pony returned a wide smile that was equally terrifying, “And how do I know everything about you?”
“I taped your eyes open so you couldn’t sleep while I told you all my secrets, silly,” the changeling smiled and let out a happy sigh at the memory.
“Right again,” Ki nodded, “And what syndrome is the basis of our relationship?”
At this question Diane had to put on her serious thinking face, before finally answering, “Sherlock Stock-Holmes?”
Ki cocked his head one way, and then the next, before finally decided to let it go, “Close enough. And what does that tell you, Diane?”
“That I want a Canterlot wedding!” The changeling jumped into the air in a shower of excitement and confetti.
“Okay,” the newly minted tazzl-pony accepted his fate with a wry chuckle, “But we seriously gotta work on the names.”