The sun began to rise on this beautiful day. The changeling hive was filled with the flutter and buzzing of its occupants. Today seemed like yet another very bland day. No maulwurfs to defeat, no civil wars to win, nothing.
Ocellus trotted through the hive, looking around at the fauna that had begun growing. The walls were just littered with vines, small pink flowers, and even small insects that made their homes. Granted, most were stinging bees/hornets and blood sucking mosquitoes, but she digressed.
She continued walking, bumping into another nymph. She looked at the nymph she’d knocked to the ground. He had blue and green eyes, as well as coal gray chitinous skin. He looked at her.
“Oh. Hey ‘Celly,” the unreformed nymph greeted, standing up.
She blushed and giggled. “Hey Zenny.”
Zenex smiled and nuzzled her. “Heh, so how’s it going?”
Ocellus smiled. “Well, school’s out, I’m home, Smolder writes regularly, and I have peace and quiet here,” she explained cheerfully. “So everything is a-ok—”
“AHHHH!”
Crash!
The two nymphs jumped at the sound of the crash just mere feet away from them. Ocellus sighed, walking over.
“Thorax? Or Pharynx?” she asked, cleaning the rocks, dirt, and other debris away from the changeling.
“It’s Thorax…” the changeling groaned, his orange antlers raising out of debris.
Ocellus rolled her eyes and pulled the changeling king out. “Lemme guess… YEET?”
“YEET.”
Ocellus sighed. It was no secret that Thorax and Pharynx has a very long (and quite frankly, stupid) rivalry. It all started when Thorax threw a throne piece (which was actually a rock) over the cliffs of Mount Aris. Then, Pharynx yeeted a clone of Thorax’s Ember Plushie into a lava lake. Soon, the whole shabang escalated and soon, the two were YEETing each other (as well as their personal belongings) across the hive like a hoofball game. However, Ocellus found herself in the middle of the conflict. Every. Single. Time.
First:
Ocellus flipped through her book, reading up on Equestrian History. She showed particular interest in the changeling Navy ship, The Cricket.
“You work too much.”
She looked up to see her friends. “Oh. Hey guys. What do you need?”
Silverstream smiled, “we were planning a camping trip. We wanted to know if you wanted to come with us.”
Ocellus smiled, “of course. Let me just—
Crash!
The six students jumped out of the way of the falling object. The figure hit the table and smashed it all to pieces. The students looked at the figure. “Thorax?”
The green changeling got up. “Oh. Hey Ocellus.” He dusted himself off.
Ocellus looked at him. “Where’d you come from?”
“Long story.”
Then:
The Young Six finished setting up the tent. The camp was complete. Ocellus smiled. “Done,” she said looking at the tent. The students nodded.
“Ahhhh!”
Crash!
The students looked at the pile of rope that was sitting behind them. There, tangled in the rope, was a familiar green changeling. He sheepishly smiled. “Um… help?”
And more recently:
Ocellus looked at the class. “And to finish my report on Changeling History, we—”
Crash!
“AHH! Oof!”
They all looked over to see a cyan changeling laying on the floor in a pile of rubble from the roof.
Pharynx looked up, then watched as Ocellus stomped frustratedly out of the room. He blinked.
“...Did I do that?”
She was quite frankly tired of their constant interruptions. She’d seen things she’d wish she’d never seen. For example, Pharynx’s Tempest body pillow and Thorax’s Ember body pillow.
She shuddered, trying not to remember those things. Zenex trotted over, looking at the king, who ran off.
“Argh!” Ocellus growled. “There he goes again. Going to YEET his brother as revenge!”
“What do you mean?” Zenex innocently asked, looking at her and rubbing her back.
She sighed. “They’ve been doing these stupid pranks for weeks now!” she explained, still heated. “And guess what? I’m always caught up in them! I like a running joke in their prank war!”
“Wait don’t you leave the hive for a while?” Zenex asked. “Like… Yakyakistan or Saddle Arabia? Heck, even the zebra lands?”
“I’ve tried but…”
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A few days earlier…
Ocellus smiled, looking around. She had been visiting Saddle Arabia with her family. They’d been interested in the tour they were being given. However, their tour was nearing its end because…
“Whaaaaaah!”
They looked up to see a cyan changeling falling from the sky at the speed of Rainbow Dash trying to complete a Rainboom. As soon as he hit the ground…
BOOM!
A large dust storm flew towards the family.
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“...I’m still picking sand out of my carapace,” the icy blue changeling said, pointing at her red carapace.
Zenex blinked. “Oh… geez…”
“I know! I can’t even vaca—”
“He turned himself into a bomb?!”
Ocellus sighed and facehoofed, causing Zenex to smile sheepishly.
“Heheh… sorry Ocellus…”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not your fault. I just…” she sighed, stepping a bit to the left as a pillow came flying down. It was Pharynx’s Tempest body pillow. Zenex blinked in confusion. He poked at it.
“Tempest?”
Ocellus giggled and trotted over. “Heh, it’s a body pillow, Zenex. It’s not re— incoming.”
This pillow smacked Zenex square in the face. It was Thorax’s, no doubt. Who else would have a body pillow of Ember?
Again, Zenex poked it. Despite being thirteen, unlike other nymphs his age, he was quite innocent, and didn’t understand many mature things.
Ocellus chuckled and nuzzled him. He smiled and kicked the pillows over.
The poor nymph didn’t know what he was getting into. “I wonder what’s on the other— Oh gosh! Unsee unsee!” Zenex kicked the pillows onto their more friendly side. He soon began rubbing his eyes.
Ocellus smiled and gave him a pat on the back. Soon, the two brothers came barreling towards them like a stampede of bulls. The two brothers made a lunge for their respective pillows whilst simultaneously trying to grab the other’s. Soon, they grabbed the opposite pillow, both yelling ‘YEET!’ as they threw it. Then, they realized their mistake.
“Y-You threw her to Ponyville!” Pharynx snapped.
“And you threw her to the Dragon Lands!” Thorax snapped in return.
The two stopped after another realization snapped into their minds.
“They’re gonna kill us!” they screamed in unison before teleporting away.
Ocellus groaned in frustration. Thorax and Pharynx were interrupting her so much. She couldn’t even think without one of the bugbros interrupting. And it was starting to tick her off even more now.
However, it was already painstakingly obvious that these two weren’t stopping anything soon. And Ocellus knew it all too well. Unless…
They needed more “convincing”.
Ocellus soon hatched a plan, but she needed Zenex’s help. She chuckled and grabbed Zenex’s hoof and dragged him off, explaining her plan.
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Pharynx chased Thorax down the hallways, trying to catch him. Thorax had taken his Tempest plushie and was hightailing it somewhere.
“Thorax! Get back here!” Pharynx bellowed, trying to catch his younger brother.
“Heh. No! This is revenge for my— woah!” Thorax skidded to a halt, sliding across the ground on his rump. Pharynx caught up with him to see Thorax staring, mouth agape.
“There you are! Give me that!” he snapped, snatching the plushie. He then looked at where Thorax was. “What the heck are you looking a— woah…”
Two figures in dark grey robes stood in front of them. One of them stepped up. “We have come from a faraway land in search of you two,” she said.
Pharynx stood defensively in front of his brother. “What do you want?” he asked, snarling.
“A duel. Of the YEETs.Whoever loses will never be able to YEET again.”
The two brothers blinked. Then, the other one stepped up.
“I challenge the green one with the orange antlers,” he said, pointing a hoof at Thorax.
Then, the female stepped up. “And I challenge the small, stupid looking cyan one.”
“Heh, yeah, ok— hey!” Pharynx snapped. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that!” he growled and charged. The female charged him in return and the two began tussling.
Thorax however was backed up to a wall. He held a hoof out. “P-Please! Have mercy!”
The robed figure grabbed and threw him. “YEET!”
Thorax went flying towards the Dragon Lands.
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Thorax crashed through a cave and landed in a room. Groaning, he picked himself up and looked around, before being met with a death glare from a certain Dragonlordess.
“Ah! Ember!”
She growled. “Do you mind explaining why you have a BODY PILLOW OF ME?!”
He chuckled sheepishly and backed up against a wall. “Heheh… I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She growled and grabbed a few feathers from a box. “I guess I’ll have to tickle it outta ya.”
Thorax gulped.
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Pharynx had been dueling the other figure. And lost. He was now laying in a pile of rubble. He growled and looked up at his foe.
“Do you yield?”
He chuckled and glared at her. “I… I will never yield!”
She nodded. “So be it.” She smirked and got closer, picking him up.
“Wait, what are you doing?!” he asked, before realizing what she had planned. He gasped. “No. No! NOOOO!”
“YEET!”
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Just like Thorax, Pharynx landed in his girlfriend’s room. He looked around, rubbing his head, before standing up. “Ugh…”
Then, the door opened with a ‘click!’. Pharynx looked over to see a certain unicorn trotting in. She soon spotted and glared at him.
“Heheh… hey Temp…” he greeted, sheepishly waving a hoof.
“So…” she set her spear down. “You mind explaining the body pillow that you picked up?”
“W-Well…” he gulped, watching as she lit up her lightning magic. “Heheh… s-sorry…?”
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Ocellus and Zenex slid the robes off, giggling as they did. Ocellus herself was most happy. Now, the she was free from all the—
“AHHHHH!”
The two brothers landed right in front of them, crash landing into the ground. Pharynx has shock marks whilst Thorax was twitching as if he’d been tickled.
The two nymphs giggled as the two brothers stood up and stumbled off defeated, never knowing who the mysterious strangers were and never being able to YEET again. Perfect.