"That’s not a wedding dress, Diane,” Ki couldn’t completely suppress a small laugh, “That’s a sexy nurse costume.”
“It white, it’s pretty, and it’s my wedding dress!” The pink changeling stomped a hoof at her eldritch abomination of a colt-friend, “Besides, back home they wouldn’t even let me try on the costumes. Nopony said they were only for the dancers and I couldn’t be a dancer because…”
“Because Nopony was a psychotic, abusive jerk,” the tazzlpony reached out and gave the changeling a quick squeeze with one of his tentacles, cutting off what he knew was headed towards a full on bawling session, “And he’s trapped in a hospital somewhere in a coma dream that he’s never going to wake up from. And you and I have to pack for this trip. So okay, sexy nurse wedding dress. Why not? Have you given any thought to what I talked to you about names?”
“My name is Pinkie Pie #7,” the mare said coolly, pulling away from the tentacle, leaving Middler looking dejected, “We don’t have anything to talk about if you’re going to tell me I can’t be Pinky Pie.”
“Diane,” Ki sighed as his outer mouth-tentacles, Righty and Lefty, carefully folded and packed Diane’s ‘wedding dress’, “I’m not saying you can’t be Pinky Pie. I’m just saying we need a way ponies can tell they’re talking about you, and not this world’s Pinkie Pies.”
“How many Pinkie Pies do you think this world has?” Diane took some interest at the thought of multiple versions of herself, and the potential party that could come of bringing them all together.
“We’ll, counting you, at least two, probably three,” Ki rubbed his chin thoughtfully with one hoof, absently shifting his lower jaws with restless energy, “There’s you, there’s the Ponyville Pinkie Pie that I used to be roommates with. And there’s every chance that there’s another changeling Pinkie Pie. We know there’s another me. So it stands to reason there’s probably another you.”
“Oh, that’s right!” The changeling bounced with unrestrained glee, “Do you think it’s an evil me? Cause we know the other you is evil! Comatose, but definitely evil!”
“I’m pretty sure the Equestria we came from is the evil universe,” Ki arced a critical eyebrow.
“That’s a relief,” Diane giggled merrily, “I don’t want to meet a meaner, more evil version of me. She’d probably torture us to death and bake us into cupcakes and feed us to other ponies as a joke.”
“I… am not going near anywhere near that statement,” Ki just shook his head in bewilderment, “But names, I was thinking I could be Dayglow Pastel, and You could be Pink Pastel. That way you’re name is still pretty much ‘Pinkie Pie’, what do you think?”
“I don’t hate it,” Diane said with only a little bit of sulk in her voice, “I meen, we ARE pastel-colored, but how is that the same as ‘Pie’?”
“Because I google translated ‘pie’ to spanish… that’s a language in my world… and ‘pastel’ in spanish translates to ‘cake’ or ‘pie’. Basically it covers all baked confectionaries.”
“For real,” the changeling was both hopeful and skeptical and flashed a smile that was as much a warning as an expression of happiness, “You know what I’ll do if you trick me into not being Pinkie Pie anymore, right?”
The tazzlpony pulled the changeling into an embrace with his center tentacle while the two outer extremities nuzzled her cheeks, “I’m not going to trick you, Diane.”
“I know,” the changeling drank deeply, leaving her partner drained to the point of staggering, “Oh no, I forgot you skipped breakfast! Are you alright, Charlie?”
“I’m… fine,” the cyan stallion lied as he staggered into a wall.
“Oh no!” Panic struck Pinkie Pie #7 with the force of a train, “I took too much! I took too much! Somepony help! How do I put it back?!”
As if in answer, the outer tentacles weakly snaked across the floor and up the mare’s forelegs, fastening gently on either side of her neck. She felt a strange draining sensation, but only for a moment. For a second strange glowing patterns flashed across the stallions fur in a seemingly random array of colors before the energy was quickly absorbed and Ki began to come back to his senses.
“Are you alright? I am SO sorry! I didn’t mean to,” Diane was in tears, hanging against the recovering stallion, “Please don’t leave! It won't happen again!”
“Sheeze, Diane,” Kis shook his head to try and clear his thought, “If the torture, and the sleeping with my head in your mouth weren’t deal-breakers, then I don’t think you have too much to worry about. And hey, now we know what Discord meant by recharging.”
“Does this mean I get to feed the puppies from now on?” Diane asked hopefully.
A universe with 3 Pinkie Pies and one of them is the type that might make into cupcakes. Should we worry?
7050670 Actually, just 3 that Ki knows about. Theres four if you count Surprise. There's real Pinkie , alternate universe green-Pinkie (Surprise, in Davids story), alternate universe changeling pinkie (Diane/#7), real-world changeling Pinkie (Nurse Zillia/Z-978/#13). Surprise is from Silver's dream (either Silver Stars or Silver Sky, unspecified), Diane is from Ki's coma dream. As it stands, Diane is the most evil of the Pinkie Pies, and even she is just shy of Cupcakes-Level-Evil (but she does her best, dammit, but she can only be so evil, so cut her some slack).
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The urge to give Pinkie #7 a hug is increasing, but self preservation still has it under control.
Found one!