“O-Okay...L-Look, I know this looks bad...b-but it’s not...o-okay? I-It’s just-”
“GET THAT BUG!”
Doomie forgot about explaining and decided to run for it. His first mistake was flipping over the DJ table, which then led to the wires connecting to the speakers and other electrical equipment to fall as well, his next mistake was going off stage left, leading right into the food table, where he landed head first into a salad bowl. Doomie didn’t stop and ran right onto the next table, crushing and squashing every single food on the way.
“He’s destroying the party!” One mare yelled.
Doomie turned his head to her and yelled, “I’m just walking over food! That’s not...uh?” He turned forward and gasped once he saw a guard holding a spear right at him at the end of the tables.
“Stop right there, criminal scum!” The guard yelled.
Luckily, Doomie managed to slide off the table and tumble under another one which had a stack of wine glasses in the shape of a triangle. He got up from the other side and tried running again, but his hoof was caught in the cloth covering the table, he yanked it as hard as he could, leading him to fall back and bang his head on a tray of hors d'oeuvres.
Most of the ponies were stunned to see every glass was still standing, but that amazement went away when they saw the changeling getting back up on his legs. “Catch him already! Cool or not, it’s still a disgusting bug.”
Doomie squeaked and ran again, this time on the pastry section of the party. Doing so made Pinkie flop her ears. “All my hard work…”
Doomie realized he was running over everything on here and yelled out, “Sorry, Pinkie, I can’t really run anywhere-”
*SPLAT*
“-else…” Doomie was surprised that he just ran through a wedding cake as big as him, becoming blinded by the frosting in the process. he jumped from the tables and onto the ground, wiping off the icing and hoping he was going in the opposite direction from whoever was chasing him.
“We got em’ now!” One guard was hot on his hooves and was about to tackle him, but Doomie stopped running and sat down, making the pony run right past him and into plates of food on a table
“Ugh…” Doomie yelled. “What kind of frosting did you use!” Doomie finally managed to get the icing off and wipe everything else that was covering him, his eyes still trying put everything into focus. “I swear, if I run into one more plate of food, I’m gonna-”
*SMASH*
“...Oooow…huh?” Doomie groaned and managed to open his eyes, seeing stars above him, luckily, they were real stars in the night sky. Doomie guessed he was laying on his back and started standing up again, but for some reason, he couldn’t budge an inch.
He craned his head down to see everyone was now looking at him, the guards were the only ones with a smirk. “Look’s like we finally got the bug.” The armor plated pony said.
Doomie struggled again. “Oh! I haven’t even begun to run! Just wait until I...I use...m-mrg...my...WINGS!” Doomie thrashed about and grunted. “Why can’t I-”
“Because you landed right in my DJ setup, you jerk!” One white unicorn yelled. Doomie looked down at his body to see that he was now covered in a mess of wires. He grunted and thrashed about even harder than before.
Doomie continued to struggle out of the wires, but that only made him get tangled in more, wrapping around the holes in his legs and around his neck. He laid down, knowing that he couldn’t do this by himself, and he doubted anyone was gonna help him.
“Arlight, colts!” One guard stepped forward with a spear erect. “Let’s take this bug down!” The other guards did the same and started charging right at the defenceless changeling. Doomie managed to sit up and see sharp metal coming right at him, he brought his arms to his eyes and closed them, knowing this was his last stand, that it was over, that there was no one who could help him now.
“DON’T! Touch him…”
Doomie moved his arms away from his eyes to see what had stopped an angry mob of guards from tearing him to pieces. “P-Pinkie?”
Pinkie continued staring straight at every pony in front of her, arms spread out in an attempt to protect the changeling behind her. After a few moments of silence, she straightened herself up and breathed in deep. “If you want this bug!” She pointed at him, her face as serious as ever. “You’re gonna have to get past me.”
One of the guards laughed. “Nice trope, but I’m afraid that changeling is accused of crimes against Equestrian law.”
Doomie tried standing up, only to fall on his stomach. “Hey! Bug or not, I have rights!”
“You have no rights here, changeling!” One guard yelled, spear still pointed right at Doomie.
“Oh really?” Doomie slowly stood up again. “So I supposed griffins get the same treatment, o-or how about the DD’s! Huh? Do they still live underground?”
“The whats?” The guards asked.
“The diamond dogs...they get any respect? Cause we have great raves with them on saturdeack…” Doomie choked on a mic cord when he stood up, making him lay back down and start unwrapping the wire around his neck.
Pinkie faced him. “You and your brothers are friends with those dogs?”
Rarity dropped her jaw. “How could you even be around such ugly creatures!?”
Doomie glared at her. “Probably because they’re fun to hang out with and we don’t care what they look like. I’m guessing you ponies hate them too?” Doomie managed to cross his arms. “I’m beginning to think the only creatures you like are yourselves.”
“Hey!” One guard stepped forward. “We are at peace with many types of-”
“By ‘at peace’ do you mean they're as far away from you as possible?” Doomie asked angrily.
“Uh…”
Doomie rolled his eyes. “Figures…”
Dash smashed another wine glass on the ground and yelled, “We’re friends with tons of things, we even got that zebra from the woods.”
Doomie raised an eye. “What?”
Pinkie leaned into his ear. “Zecora. she’s one of our friends.”
“Does she have dreadlocks?” Doomie asked. “Because the only thing that we changelings have learned from zebras is to never trust one with dreadlocks, they give you plants that should never be looked at.”
A brown colored guard yelled out, “OH! So I guess you hate zebras then?”
Doomie stood up again. “At least we’re not racist to everything we meet! Unlike you ponies!” Doomie yelled out, causing gasps from everyone, even Pinkie. Doomie noticed and sat back down. “I-I...I...I didn’t mean-”
“I think I’ve heard just about enough!” One guard started making his way to Doomie. “It’s time we take you in, changeling! You can answer to the princess.”
Pinkie stood in front of the pony while Doomie shook his head. “Oh no, you ain’t taking me to that hatchling eater. Stan still wets the cocoon over that story, and I ain’t having any of it.”
The guard cocked his head. “What?”
“I said thathmmph…” Doomie glared at Pinkie as she zipped his mouth for the third time today.
“Let me try to talk, okay?” Pinkie ignored his mumbles of annoyance and turned to the guards again. “Please, listen. I know the changelings have done a lot of damage to Canterlot, but they did it for a reason.”
One guard laughed. “Taking over a city isn’t a reason.”
Pinkie stomped her hoof on the ground. “They did it for more reasons than that! They did it because they were starving, that they had no other choice, and that if they just walked in and tried talking, ponies would act just like how you’re all acting to him right now!”
The ponies started looking at one another, some started to understand while others were more arrogant. “But their queen hypnotized a prince just to invade.” One mare said. “That’s pretty evil.”
Pinkie pointed at her. “They only followed orders.” Pinkie looked at Doomie and whispered, “R-right?”
Doomie nodded and started fiddling with the zipper, knowing it was gonna be harder than before with wires covering his body. Pinkie turned back to the crowd. “Yeah, their queen was a big meanie to her subjects, and she made them all crash through the shield and take over.”
A white guard stepped forward. “You’re tellin’ us that the changeling queen is responsible for all of this mess?” He pointed at a grey pony. “Stetson over there still has that green slime stuck to him, thanks to those bugs.”
"But their queen made them do all of that, and this changeling is a nice guy, he'd never-"
“Alright then," One orange guard said. "explain to us why you love that changeling.” The pony tapped his hoof, waiting for a response.
Pinkie turned around, seeing that Doomie was still fiddling with the zipper and the wires. She smiled and walked up to him. “You really wanna know?” Pinkie asked, receiving nods from all of them. “I’ll tell you why.”
Pinkie grabbed one of Doomie’s legs and started unraveling the wires. “Doomie just has that special something that makes him stand out from every pony I’ve ever met.” She moved to the second leg. “It’s just...too hard for me to explain...and I know we might not look like we’re a match for each other.” Then the next. “And even though our first few minutes together were the most awkward minutes I’ve ever spent with anyone…” She unraveled the final one and pulled the cords around his body to make him sit up. “I know he means it when he says…” She unzipped his mouth and waited...and waited...and waited. “When he says…”
Doomie took the wire wrapped around his neck and cleared his throat. He then pulled Pinkie in for a hug, looked deep into her eyes, and said, “One, please don’t zip my lips anymore, and two…” He smiled and slowly pressed his lips against her, Pinkie yelped before leaning in and kissing back. After seconds of silence and many confused looks from the ponies, Doomie pulled away and said as dreamily as possible. “I love you, Pinkie Pie.”
A round of daws fell through the crowd, with one ending in a hurling sound coming from a spectrum haired mare. Most of the guards stepped away and sighed. “Alright then, we get it, you like the thing, but he still destroyed a party.”
Doomie shrugged. “We can start it again, can’t we?”
“YEAH!” Twilight yelled. “Let’s start it up again, I wanna see music blasting out my eardrums!” She hiccuped and raised her glass in the air. “For the newly found couple!” She drank the the while glass and fell backwards.
Sounds of agreement came out through the crowds. “I guess we can start it up again.” Some said.
“Well,” Pinkie said. “what do ya say, guys? Should we get this party started again?”
“We can’t really start without music.” One pony pointed out. “And that bug wrecked my turntable.”
“It was an accident!” Doomie yelled. “A-And we don’t need DJ’s to play music, w-why not something simple?”
One pony raised his hoof in the air. “OH! OH! Can I, I found...uh...have a sax ready for action!”
“Wait a sec…” Doomie whispered. “I know that voice.” Doomie let go of Pinkie and turned around, seeing a green pony in a tuxedo with a saxophone at hoof coming their way. Doomie could already recognize who he was. “Twig?”
“Twig?” Pinkie said. “Who’s Twig?”
“A friend of mine.” Doomie said. “But I didn’t expect him to be here.” He craned his head to the monobrow pony. “What are you doing here, Twig?”
“Twig?” A brown pony said. “What kind of name is that?”
Twig held his head high, “A good one, don’t worry pony folk, I got something that can wow the crowd.” Twig walked up to Doomie while the ponies looked on in confusion. “I thought you needed some help when it came to seducing your mare friend, so, I found something fancy to wear and got this thing.” Twig held his sax up.
“Um...Twig, why are you wearing that?...And why are you...well…” Doomie leaned into his ear. “disguised?”
Twig shrugged. “Because I like this look.” Twig looked back and forth. “And, don’t tell anyone, but I found this while trying to get the plan, kinda nice suit, huh?”
Doomie looked over him. “Uh...yeah, it’s pretty nice, but...weren’t you on your way to go somewhere?”
“Huh? OH! Yeah! I was about to go get mi candy cazada, but I couldn’t find her, so, I decided to lay low by playing this thing.” He held his instrument high in the air. “This is an alto sax, the smallest of the bunch, and pretty simple to play.”
Pinkie stepped back. “Um...okay?” She nudged Doomie. “So, how do you know this pony?”
“Oh, he’s not a pony,” Doomie tapped Twig’s head, making his eyes turn blue before turning back to a pony’s. “he’s one of my brothers, but he’s a special one, he is.”
“He’s a changeling?” Pinkie said, hoping the crowd didn’t hear this conversation. “But how did he-”
“I smashed through three walls before hitting the ground in an alley.” Twig said. “From there, I met Doomie.” Twig pulled his brother in for a hug. “And we shared stories about how he likes you and how I like gravy, and how I got him to be with you.”
Doomie pushed him away. “Twig…”
“How’d he help you get with me?” Pinkie asked.
Doomie wrapped his arm around her’. “He means that he gave me advice on relationships, I mean, I’m sure others have given you advice too, right?”
Pinkie scuffed the ground. “Well, I kinda did.”
Twig laughed. “And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, right there, that is, I’ll tell you what…”
“Um...yes?” Pinkie said. “No offence, but, I thought all changelings were mean to each other.”
Twig laughed. “Oh, we are, but I know it’s for laughs, and I always love fighting with my brothers, the bones heal up pretty fast too.”
“B-Bones?” Pinkie said.
Doomie patted her back. “It’s fine, he’s always like this, it’s kinda why we like the big lug.”
Twig blushed. “Yup, kind as...uh...I’m as kind as...um…” He started going cross eyed. "Um...I forget."
Doomie laughed. “I swear, Twig, with how strong you are, and the stuff you’re good at, and a great personality to go along with it, you should enter some kind of competition or something, you might win.”
Twig tapped his chin and thought about that. “...Nah, sounds boring. Competitions scare me anyway and I doubt a character like me can-”
“HEY!” The three of them turned to the crowd, all of them waiting impatiently. “Is he gonna play or what? Or are you two just gonna kiss again?”
Pinkie and Doomie blushed, Twig just chuckled. “Don’t worry, pony friends, I can get the party started again! that almost rhymed!”
Dash walked up to Twilight and rested her arm on her. “How good are ya at playin that thang anyways?”
Twig looked at his saxophone. “Well, uh...lemme try to remember…” Twig breathed in and blew into the sax, playing a rather nice tune, then another, and another. “Yup, I think I still got it!” Twig stuck his tongue out and looked at the crowd, seeing his jaw hung open. “What?”
Doomie shook himself. “Uh...n-nothing, just, do you mind if you can play us something?”
Twig tapped his chin. “Um...I have one song in mind, but I’m gonna need some more sax players, and a piano, a bass guitar, and a drum beat!” Twig turned to the crowd. “Anyone got any of those skills?” Several ponies raised their hooves in the air, Twig was surprised at first before realizing. “Oh yeah…they have musicals…”
“Um...what?” Doomie asked, confused as to how random ponies have those skills.
Pinkie giggled. “Come on, Doomie, ponies are always ready for a song, even I can play tons of instruments at once.”
“Y-you can?”
“Ready when you are!” Doomie and Pinkie turned around to see Twig along with a group of ponies, all of them ready to play.
Doomie dropped his jaw. “H-how did-”
Pinkie grabbed Doomie's hooves and smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Uh..y-yeah yeah, sure...just...how can they...you know what, forget it.” Doomie pointed at them and yelled. “Hit it!”
Twig smiled and started a beat. “Seduce her!” He yelled before the song started.
Doomie rolled his eyes and smiled at Pinkie. “Ready, my pie?”
Pinkie smiled back. “Ready, my fly.”
Doomie started his dance routine, making everypony look on in amazement, some even started dancing themselves, trying to copy the bug and pony’s moves. The guards only shook their heads and went back to their posts.
Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Ain't that romantic.” She wrapped her wing around Twilight. “Come’er Twi, let’s go make over thirty stories about us, almost all of them with the same plot, theme, and outcome…” She snickered at the end. “Heheh...come…”
Twilight smiled and took a big swig of her tenth, smashing it to the ground afterwards. “Let us go be as original as possible!”
Rainbow Dash laughed. “HAAAHAAAAehh. T-That’s a nice joke right there that is…” She snorted and started walking, Twilight right along side her. “I wouldn’t be surprised to wake up married...just like-”
Twilight rested her hoof and Dash’s lips. “Shhhhshushushushshhhhh...Let’s save that for later...”