Do...You?

by Dr Atlas


Here...now?

*FWOOSH*

*FWASH*

*WHOOSH*

Doomie, a changeling, continued turning into different ponies right in front of Pinkie. Trying his hardest to look as menacing as possible, though, he wasn’t sure how this was making him look powerful. In truth, he was hoping she would know just how strong he is by turning into each one of her friends. He was about to change into one more, but then the pony asked something he’d never thought she’d say in a time like this.

“OH! OH! Do me! Do me!”

The changeling blinked once. Hoping the sound of battle was effecting his hearing. “W-what?” He said in the yellow pony’s voice (which sounded really weird to him.)

“Do me! Come on, I wanna see what I’m like!”

Doomie cocked his head, still trying to comprehend what she just told him to do. “H-how..wa...te...can...will...why…” His mind was swimming with questions, each one of them leading to another. “W...Why now?” He couldn’t help but ask.

The pink pony shrugged. “Why not, it won’t even take that long, just do it.”

The changeling blinked again. “Y-you think I’m fast?”

“Well, duh! If you can change into my friends this fast, how hard can it be to do me?”

Doomie didn’t know how disguising and ‘doing it’ tied into each other. For all he knew, she could be wording this wrong. “Nah.” He thought. “A pony wouldn’t be that cruel in denying food for a changeling” He sat down. “So, right now?" He said.

Pinkie nodded. “Yeah, stop being Fluttershy and do me!”

Doomie was not only surprised at how up front she was about this, but also how she wanted to do it in his regular form, most of the time, he was a pony when he was getting love. He erupted in green flames and changed back. "Like this?"

Pinkie closed her eyes and nodded. “Yup, just like-” Pinkie then opened her eyes. “Wait, you guys can talk?”

“Of course we can talk.” Doomie answered, feeling a bit offended by the question. “What made you think we couldn’t.”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno, I thought you could only do it when you’re disguised or something.” Pinkie rubbed her chin. “You do talk kinda strange though.”

Doomie rolled his blue eyes, not understanding how having a voice that sounds like two of them mixed together is considered weird. “Like your high pitched voice isn’t any stranger.”

Pinkie laughed. “Yeah, probably, but I’m sure you can pull it off.”

Doomie backed up a bit, just as a disguised Twilight ran past them. “Pull what off?”

She laughed again. “My voice, silly. You change voices too, right?”

“Change voices?” Doomie thought about that for a second. “You mean, you want me to talk like you?”

Pinkie shrugged. “You can if you want, I just want you to do me. I gotta see what changelings can do.”

Doomie went wide eyed. “R-really?”

Pinkie smiled. “Yeah, you guys gotta be pretty good at it, right?”

Doomie started shaking, he couldn't remember the last time he was complimented on what he was like on the cocoon. “Y-you really think I’m...good?”

“You've done it before, it can't be that hard for me.”

Doomie’s face started turning red with all of this. “I haven’t even started and she already thinks I’m...good.” Doomie thought. He walked forward, just in time for a changeling to run right behind him. “So...right here...right now?”

The pink pony nodded. “Yup; come on now! I really wanna see what you got.”

Doomie blushed even more at that. “Uh...W-Well, okay then...just...uh…gimme a sec.” He started stretching, beginning with his back and working down to his legs.

“Um...what are you doing?”

Doomie continued blushing, getting a bit embarrassed by this. “Uh...well, it’s been a while...so...ya know. Limbering up is pretty important...heheh…” In truth, Doomie was merely trying to delay this. He had to admit, he felt nervous about doing this, he had no idea what this pony was capable of. Him and his other brothers would study the prey in advance before feeding, so he had to wing it, especially with food on the line. The other reason was that she did look kinda...pretty.

Pinkie raised an eye. “What do you mean it’s ‘been a while’ you were just-”

Doomie's leg popped. “JUST! Just gimme some time,” He interrupted. His face turning redder by the second. “I-I don’t really know what to expect from you.”

“From me?” Pinkie stepped toward him. “What do you mean, am I really that confusing?”

Doomie was about to answer, but then his back popped. Making him yelp. “AHH! aaahhh~” He shook himself, feeling way better than before. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

Pinkie eyed him. “I asked if you think I’m easy for you?”

“Easy?” Doomie was starting to think ponies had a different way of saying things.

“Yeah. I can’t be that difficult, I’m pink with a poofy mane and tail, I can’t be that hard to do.”

Doomie had to think about that, for all he knew, the mane and tail could get in the way, though he heard about earth pony’s hair and tail being prehensile, that could add to the experience. “Hmmm...Can your hair control things?”

Pinkie blinked. “What?”

“I mean, can you...like...do things with it...or something.”

“Do things?” Pinkie tapped her chin. “OH! Yeah! I can do things with my tail!” She looked at her tail and shook it. “I even held stuff with my hair too.” She looked up at her mane, making it flick in the air.

“What stuff?” Doomie asked, really surprised by how she did that with her mane.

“Stuff stuff.”

“‘Stuff stuff?’”

Pinkie nodded. “Yup...stuff stuff. Stuff that can help in...certain situations. Situations that could really...why’s your face all red?”

Doomie touched the sides of his face, feeling they were getting hotter with everything this mare was saying. “Uh...I-It’s nothing, just...you know...one of the first few stages...heheh...hugh.” Doomie sighed. He had to admit, this mare was cute, and that wasn’t just his stomach talking and begging for food, it was his mind telling him that this is the first (and probably only) mare that was having a conversation with him in his changeling form...even though the conversation was about sex.

“Your face turns red before you do it?” Pinkie asked, oblivious to what Doomie was feeling like right now.

Doomie gulped. “Y-yeah, doesn’t yours?”

Pinkie shook her head. “I don’t see how it can, this isn’t really that hard for me, all I need to do is sit back and watch you do all the work."

The blood ran to Doomie’s wings as they flew in the air. “Uh...U-Uh...y-you want me to...to…”

Pinkie rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Come on now. I already told you. Just do it and move on. I promise I won’t tell the others if you’re good at it.”

Doomie dropped his jaw. “Y-Y-You won’t even tell anyone.”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope, it will be our little secret.”

Doomie was trying to understand how doing this in public, in a fight no less, can be kept secret, then again, his brothers and sisters were probably too preoccupied with the fight to even notice them. “‘Our little secret.’” He repeated, now ready for the next step.

Pinkie faced hoofed. “You are one weird bug. I really don’t see how this is so hard for y-”

Before Pinkie could say another word. Doomie pushed her hoof away from her eyes, leaned in, gently grabbed the sides of her face, and kissed her right on her lips. Pinkie immediately reacted with wide eyes and muffled talking, she could even feel his tongue make its way into her mouth. She then shoved him away and wiped her mouth off with her arm, spitting whatever spit the changeling might of got in her mouth. “Wha- What in the name of Celestia did you just do!?” She yelled.

Doomie raised a hoof to his chest defensively. “W-what do you mean. It...t-this is the first part, right?”

“First part?” Pinkie spit again. “How is this the first part? You were doing it just fine WITHOUT kissing me.” She spat one more time for good measure.

“B-But I haven’t even done it yet. Well, I have done it, but not in a while.”

“You did it just a little bit ago, and I’m sure you did it tons of times as other ponies.”

Doomie raised his eye. “Well...yeah, I’ve done it when I was disguised, but I thought you would-”

“Did what while disguised?” Pinkie was starting to get just as confused as him. “I just wanted to see you disguise as me, was that really too much to ask!?”

Doomie’s mind finally put the pieces together. “Oooohh…” He said, “oh...U-Uh...oh...uh oh...uh...um…” Doomie cringed, now realizing what she was really asking before. “S-so that’s what you meant?”

“Well duh! What’d you think I meant?”

Doomie scuffed the ground. “Well, I-I...I thought that...well…”

“Well what!?”

Doomie gulped. “I guess my mind goes places...like...in the sky...at home...in the gutter.”

“In the gutter?” Pinkie growled and stepped closer to Doomie. “What are you talking about? Why did you kiss me?”

Doomie started to sweat. “When you said ‘do me’ I-I thought for sure you wanted me to...well, ya know…”

“To what? Will you just say it and stop-”

Doomie stood up and went nose to nose with the mare and yelled. “I thought you were gonna feed me!”

Both of them stood motionless, the only sound between their breathing was the fight that was still going on around them. Pinkie was the first to speak up. “Y-you thought that I...I…”

Doomie sat down again. “I thought for sure that you were gonna let me have a meal...I shoulda realized you were just taunting me…” He looked at the ground.

“Taunting you?” Pinkie sat in front of him. “What do you mean?”

Doomie looked up at her. “Well, changelings haven’t eaten in a while, and when a pony says she’ll give out food for you, you can’t help but just dive right in and try to eat it.”

“Eat it?” Pinkie tilted her head. “You mean, you guys eat love by-”

“It’s one of the ways,” Doomie said. “and it’s actually the most tasty, believe it or not.”

Pinkie was starting to get curious. This changeling may be dangerous, but from what he’s coming it...it’s almost as if him and the rest of his kind are...are actually...just trying to- “So, you guys came here for food.”

“Of course we came here for food. Why else would we come here?”

Pinkie looked away. “I thought you guys just wanted to take over Equestria or something.”

Doomie scratched the back of his neck. “That was kinda part of the plan, we were gonna go in and talk things out, but that didn’t go so well the last time.”

“Last time?”

“You don’t wanna know.” Doomie shivered. “Brings back bad memories…”

Pinkie frowned. “So, you guys wanted to come here to eat?”

Doomie shrugged. “Pretty much, although, I don’t really understand how the queen’s gonna get love off you ponies, seeing as how you probably hate us.” Doomie hung his head.

Pinkie gasped. “Don’t say that, I’m sure some ponies out there don’t hate you guys.”

“Oh really? Who? Who doesn’t hate me?”

Pinkie stood up. “I don’t.” she said as serious as possible.

“Exactly, no one likes…” Doomie looked up at her. “W-what?”

Pinkie continued standing, knowing that this could be a good chance at making a friend. “I don’t hate you and I’m sure if everyone else knew about what you guys are really doing, they’ll understand.”

“Understand what? That we’re monsters bent on sucking the love out of everything.” Doomie looked down at his hooves, seeing right through the holes. “We've heard it all before, we’re nothing but monsters to them. Why else do you think we disguise ourselves.”

“But you don’t have to.” Pinkie sat next to him while Rainbow Dash chased after another changeling in front of them. “I’m sure if you guys really get to know someone, you don’t have to be someone else.”

“But my other brothers and sisters tried doing that.” Doomie said. “and every time they’d get run out of town with a red mark across their face, or a black eye, or a tooth missing.” He sighed. “I doubt anyone will ever accept us for who we are.”

Pinkie opened her mouth, but shut it when she knew he was probably right. No pony would accept them for who they really are… “No!” She thought. “I’m not gonna believe that, and neither will he.” Without warning, Pinkie grabbed both his hooves and held them up to her chest. “Don’t say things like that, I’m sure...no...I KNOW someone out there likes you guys for who you are.”

Doomie was a bit surprised having his hooves held like this, it was a feeling that was gentle and warm. He could feel the heart beating against her chest, making him feel his own heart pound against his. He turned away. “Y-you’re just saying that, aren't you.”

Pinkie pulled him back so he faced her again. “No, if you changelings really want to get love, then you need to believe in it…” Pinkie blinked. “D-do you?”

Doomie stared deep into her eyes. He admitted that she is very pretty. He hadn't really seen a mare in a while, but this one was different. She didn’t fear him at all, or tried to hit him, or run away screaming. She seemed to actually care about what was going on with him and the rest of his siblings. “I...I...I…” He took a deep breath. “Yes...I do, I don’t think I’ve met a pony like you that hasn't run away from me when I’m undisguised like this...”

“Good, nice to know that you believe in..." She paused. "W-Wait...a-are you saying that...you...you...”

Doomie started feeling his face burn with all of this. “I...I dunno, I-I mean, I-I haven’t ever met a mare like you. You don't run away screaming or yelling or crying out like I'm some sort of...monster...y-you don't think I'm a monster...r-right?"

Pinkie took a good long look at him. "Last time I remember, monsters are evil and ugly and mean and nasty and cruel to everypony they meet."

Doomie frowned and flopped his ear stems. "So, I guess I fit that description...don't I?"

Pinkie shook her head. "Not even close, I'm sure, deep down inside, you're a really nice po- er...changeling that anyone can love."

Doomie's ears went back up. "T-That's nice of you to say...a-and...y-you're...really...uh...cute...by the way.” Doomie could feel the sweet dripping off him. He knew that was probably the most awkward thing he could say in this conversation, but for some reason, he didn't care.

Pinkie turned away and blushed. She never heard someone tell her that before, and the way he said it only made her face turn redder. "T-that’s really nice of you to say…” She turned back, trying to figure out what to tell him. “and...and you also look...really cute.” That sentence sounded a lot better in her head.

“Heh...yeah...uh...a-and that’s not my stomach telling me what to say.”

“Stomach? Oh...right...uh...that reminds me, How do you, well…eat?” Pinkie asked.

“Eat? Uh...well uh...” He cleared his throat. “It happens when the love energy comes off the prey, that being the pony, and the changeling just absorbs it. Kinda like sucking in steam from a steam pipe...if that makes sense...we just suck in the energy and...well, get fed.”

“So...is kissing another way then?”

Doomie nodded. “Yeah...but it’s more like a snack if anything, but it's easy to eat.”

“Then...did you...well…” Pinkie blushed. “Taste anything?”

Doomie started to blush again. This was starting to get really awkward, and the hoof holding wasn’t helping. “Uhm...uh...I...kinda tasted...something.”

“What was it?”

Doomie figited. “I dunno, it was...sweet...a tad bit tangy...it didn't really taste like love though. More like that hard candy stuff you ponies eat.”

“What does love taste like?” Pinkie asked.

“It’s hard to explain. Love is like...that taste that can’t even be described. It’s so delicious and...so...tasty and...wonderful.” Doomie started staring off into space.

Pinkie waved one of her hooves in front of his face. “Uh...changeling? You’re starting to drool a bit.”

Doomie quickly snapped out of it and faced her again. “OH!...uh, yeah, the...ahem...‘taste’ is pretty good...heheh…” He then realized he hasn't even introduced himself. “and...uh...my names Doomie, by the way.”

“Mine’s Pinkie Pie.” She giggled. “I guess we should know each other's names before hoof, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s probably better if we...before?” Doomie tilted his head. “Before what?”

“Well, you know…” Pinkie moved her hooves to his shoulders before ringing them around his neck.

Doomie hung his jaw, thinking this was all some weird dream he was having like the one's one of his brothers had, though that one was more of a nightmare involving white alicorns. “Y-You really wanna…” Doomie trailed off.

Pinkie giggled. “Not now, silly, but maybe, down the ways…”

Doomie thought about this. “You’re not just doing this for pity...a-are you?”

Pinkie shook her head. “I’ve never had a kiss like that before, and, as surprising as it was, I don’t think it could’ve been any better.” She went nose to nose with him. “And I’ve never had a pony call me cute like that either.”

“Are you sure...cause, you know, I can try harder…” Doomie smiled as his face turned crimson.

“The kiss or calling me cute?” Pinkie whispered.

Doomie smiled. “Well, you’re cute and…and...” Doomie then ignored everything his brain was telling him to do and leaned in, hoping this wouldn’t be as weird as last time.

Pinkie only closed her eyes and pulled him in herself, locking their lips together. Doomie wings went in the air again and his eyes went wide by the sudden movement. He struggled and mumbled, trying to get out of her grip, only to stop once he tasted it. The taste that he’d been drooling over, the taste he hasn't had in months, the taste he never thought would be this good. With this flavor rolling through his mouth, he slowly close his eyes as well and wrapped his own arms around her body; his mumbles now turning into moans.

Pinkie started leaning on him without knowing, and Doomie was starting to lose his balance, it was only when a nearby changeling bumped into Pinkie's back that made both of them fall to the ground, their eyes still close and their minds oblivious as to what was happening around them.

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“T-There’s too many, I-I don’t think we can-”

*BASH*

“YES WE CAN!” Dash headbutted another changeling right next to Fluttershy. “We will get past these monsters and get the elements, then we can deal with the queen!”

“B-but there’s so many.”

Dash grabbed Fluttershy and went face to face. “Numbers don’t matter when you have friends by your side, just stay close and try not to get separated.” She let go of her and shifted her eyes. “Watch your corners.”

“W-What corners!?” Fluttershy turned around several times before stopping, seeing something that made her eyes go wide and her wings go up. “Oh...my…”

“What is it?” Dash asked. “Do you see one...of...our...friends.” Dash slowly turned her gaze to what Fluttershy was looking at, putting on the same expression . “What the-”

 A changeling started rushing right at the two of them, only to be blasted away from a flash of purple, knocking him away. “Are you girls okay!” Twilight shouted out, running right up to them. “Come on, we need to find the others and...what are you looking at?”

Dash grabbed Twilight's head and turned it forward. Twilight held a hoof to her mouth and went wide eyed. “I-Is that-”

“I hope it’s not…” Dash said.

“Not what?” The three ponies turned right to see Applejack breathing heavily. “Ah swear, these bugs can’t tell the difference between us. They’re probably fightin’ each other.” After a long pause, AJ raised one of her brows. “What is it?”

Twilight pointed at what was happening in front of them, making AJ look forward and gasp. “Oh for-” She quickly pulled her stetson over her face. “Tell me that’s not what ah thought ah saw.”

“I think it is…” Twilight shivered. “I’m pretty sure that’s not another changeling on top of...well...the other changeling.

“What other changeling!?” A white unicorn burst through them and held her hooves high. “I’m ready to take on the next one I see! Put em up! I’m-”

“Uh...Rarity.” Dash pointed behind to where the scene was still happening.

Rarity adjusted her mane and took a breath. “Yes, darling, what is...is…oh my...” Rarity then fainted the second she looked behind her, falling right into Twilight’s arms.

Twilight only let go of her and tried processing what was happening before her eyes. “Um...should we...you know...do something or…”

Rainbow Dash slowly shook her head. “I-I don’t even think we should…Might be messy.”

“I-It even looks like she’s enjoying it…” Fluttershy squeaked. “D-Do you think changelings can...mind control ponies too or…”

“No...we can't…” The four ponies jump as a changeling stood next to them. “I don’t even think I’ve ever seen something like this either.”

Twilight and the other’s gasped. “S-since when can you talk?” Twilight yelled.

“We could alwayz talk.” Another changeling said. “But I don’t think wordz can describe whatz goin' on here…”

“Of all places, why here?” Another changeling whispered.

“Maybe a room wasn’t available.” Another came up behind Applejack.

“Maybe this is the new things ponies do?” Another walked up to Twilight.

Twilight glared at one of the changelings. “We don’t do this, for all we know, that changeling could be taking advantage of her!” She then grabbed the changeling. "And we're still fighting you-"

“It looks like the other way around,” Another bug interrupted. “I don’t remember Doomie being bottom.”

The ponies looked forward again, still seeing that the sight was continuing, and they were starting to hear the moans from here, seeing as how the fight finally died down and it was just them and a large group of changelings looking at the the make out session the pink pony and changeling were doing.

Twilight shook her head; Rainbow Dash continued staring, her wings high in the air; Applejack pulled her stetson even further down; Rarity continued being unconscious; and Fluttershy held both her hooves over her eyes. As for the changelings, most of them just waited. The changeling next to Twilight nudged her and said, “I wonder when they’ll move to third base.”

Twilight pushed him away. “NO!" She yelled. "That’s not happening!” She moved forward and yelled. “PINKIE PIE!”

The pink pony and changeling continued until Pinkie’s ear flicked, making her curiously open one of her eyes, which then led to her gasping and mover her lips away from his. Doomie didn’t seem to notice and started kissing the side of her neck instead. “Uh...D-Doomie?” Pinkie pushed him away from her neck a stared at him. “Doo-MIE!” She yelled.

Doomie opened his eyes. “Yes, my tasty piece of pie?” Doomie continued smiling at her, only to stop once he glanced over to his right, seeing a large group of brothers and sisters crowded around both of them. “Oh...uh…”

Both of them continued laying on the floor as the changelings and four ponies continued staring at them. Doomie looked at Pinkie in hopes that she knew what to say, only for Pinkie to do the same. After a long time of silence, the both of them slowly turned to the crowd and said as awkwardly as possible,

“Uh...this is...this...is exactly what it looks like…yeah, exactly what it looks like...”