Doomie slowly fluttered his eyes open, feeling as relaxed as ever. “Pinkie was right.” he thought. “Beds are more comfortable than cocoons.” He smiled and tried to look around, but everything was a blur to him. He blinked a couple times in hopes that would help his vision, but to no avail. He groaned and started getting up.
“Hmmmhm~” Doomie’s ears stood straight once he heard that, the sound of Pinkie moaning was enough to make him blush. He then realized that both of them had slept in the same bed last night, and he was pretty sure they still were. He was about to turn and face her, but for some reason, he couldn’t budge an inch. He tried moving his legs, but they had the same outcome.
Doomie was baffled by this. He was starting to think sleeping in a bed, no matter how soft, wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t get out. He continued to move about, but even his arms wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, good morning, Doomie.”
Doomie stopped struggling and looked up to see Pinkie looking upside down at his eyes. “Uh...morning, Pinkie, um...are you hugging me again?”
Pinkie giggled. knowing all too well that she could feel him struggling, it was enough to wake her up. “At least you’re still breathing, aren’t you?”
Doomie was grateful that she wasn’t trying to crush his ribcage again, but he was still confused. “W-well…”
“And don’t you know anything about the position we’re in?” Pinkie asked.
“Uh...” Doomie looked down to see his legs were intertwined with her poofy tail and that her arms were wrapped around his waist and arms. He felt his back against her body and her chin on top of his head, this was almost the same position she was in last night, only backwards. “Not really. Are you...like...backwards hugging me or something.”
Pinkie laughed. “If we were standing up, probably, but I think the books would describe this as spooning.”
“Spooning?” Doomie looked up at her again. “What do utensils have to do with bed positions?”
“Because it is a bed position.”
“Spoons are bed positions too?”
“No, spooning is a bed position.”
Doomie continued being confused. “So...where’s the spoon then?”
It was at that point that Pinkie remembered he failed all his love-eating classes. “It’s...nevermind…”
Doomie looked down again. “So...uh...can you let me go?”
“You can’t get out yourself?” Pinkie asked.
“Well…” Doomie tried struggling again, but the grip was still the same. “I thought that class said mares were weaker than stallions...how is she holding me like this?”
Pinkie only smiled at the scene. She didn’t really think Doomie would be that strong to begin with, he was a bit shorter than her anyway, at least, when he was curled up like this. “You really can’t get out, can you?”
Doomie started straining himself. “Nrg...no...I-I can grh...get out of...trgh...this.” He tried using his legs, but that tail was far too strong for him as well. “W-What’s up with your tail?”
“Earth pony tails are pretty strong.” Pinkie explained. “Same with the rest of our body.”
Doomie did one last pull before painting. “T-This isn’t fair! T-There’s a blanket over us, i-it just adds to the difficulty...a-and I’m too tired from yesterday...a-and-”
“It’s okay, Doomie.” Pinkie said. “You don’t have to struggle, you know.”
“But I want out of this death grip.” Doomie struggled again, with the same result happening.
A sly smile went across Pinkie’s face. “Oh...I don’t think you do.” Pinkie then raised one of her back legs across Doomie’s waist, immediately making him blush.
“Pinkie?” He said. “What are you hmp-”
Pinkie wrapped her hoof around his mouth and whispered in his ear, “Shhh...just enjoy it.”
Doomie managed to wiggled the hoof off his mouth and look back up at Pinkie, seeing her lidded eyes looking into his. “Enjoy what?”
Pinkie didn’t answer, instead, she craned her neck down and nuzzled the side of his face, making his turn scarlet. She then went even lower until her eyes were at level with his neck. Doomie’s eyes gazed down to see her muzzle slowly move across the side of his neck before her lips made contact with him, making the changeling twitch his head in the air and slightly gasp before laying back down and closing his eyes.
Pinkie closed her eyes as soft moans began escaping both of their lips. She pulled her head away and started rubbing her head on his shoulders, moving down even more until her head was now under the covers and her neck was resting his belly. She let go of Doomie and rested her hooves on his body instead. He didn’t seem to care as he laid on his back once Pinkie shifted her body so her tail was now dangling on the side of the bed and her torso was now laying on him.
Pinkie opened one eye and peeked through the sheets to see Doomie as relaxed as ever, his eyes only half closed. She started rubbing her hooves against his belly, starting to see a glow of pink now coming from his eyes. She rested her head on his chest, hearing a rapid heartbeat. She then moved down lower to his stomach, her hooves soon followed as they went even lower. It was at that moment that she finally decided to-
“PINKIE?!”
Pinkie jumped up and banged her head on the roof of the cart. She then tumbled out of the bed, taking the blanket with her. She shook off the sheet and turned her head around to see Twilight looking at her in shock. “Oh, hi Twilight.”
Doomie sat up. “Twilight?” He then looked on the right side of the bed to see a purple blur. He adjusted his now blue eyes to the light to see a unicorn staring right at them. “Oh...hey Twitly...hows it goin’?”
Twilight stopped looking surprised and glared at them. “For the last time, it’s Twilight! And Pinkie, why do you have him in your bed, especially when he’s undisguised. You’re lucky no one else is in this part of the train.”
Both of them looked back and forth “There’s not?” Pinkie said. “Weird, there were some last night.”
Twilight groaned and looked up at Doomie. “Can you please get down, we’re home.”
“We are?” Pinkie turned to the window to see a train station. “Huh...this one looks just like the one in Ponyville.”
“That’s because it is.” Twilight said with a roll of her eyes.
Doomie jumped off the bed. “Does that mean we’re here?”
Twilight nodded. “Yes, this is Ponyville, it’s a pretty nice place.”
Doomie continued looking outside. “You think the ponies hate changelings here too?”
Pinkie frowned. “Don’t say something like that, Doomie. I’m sure there’s some ponies out there that don’t hate you, right Twilight?”
Twilight turned away. “Pinkie, I’m pretty sure the news of changelings trying to take over a wedding will spill out all across Equestria in a few days.”
“So...that’s a yes?” Doomie said.
Twilight shook her head. “I’m afraid not.” She walked up to the changeling. “Doomie, it’s going to take some time for ponies to accept changelings after the stunt you and your brothers pulled over in Canterlot.”
Doomie huffed. “It’s not our fault the queen wanted us to invade, besides, love like that is pretty hard to pass up.”
Twilight then realized something. “I need to ask.” She said. “Why did you go to the wedding when your kind is friends with other creatures, why can’t you just take their love?”
“Because pony love is the best kind.” Doomie answered. “and their kind of love just doesn’t cut it.” Doomie scratched the back of his neck. “And...when we are talking about you ponies, we found out that...Apparently, you ponies are the best creatures out there, in more ways than one.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Twilight raised an eye.
“What I mean is that hydras would rather eat a pony than a changeling.” Doomie said bluntly. “Same with the woodwolves...and the dragons...and the ursa minors...and the DD’s on occasion, same with the griffins.”
“E-Eat…” Twilight stuttered.
Doomie nodded “Yup, eat. You ponies are pretty much a delicacy when creatures look at you; from your many talents, to your sweet tasting bodies, to your lovable love.” Doomie smacked his lips. “You guys are pretty much a buffet of uses.”
Twilight’s jaw continued hanging. It was only when Pinkie closed it for her that she regained her senses. “So...everyone hates ponies?” She flopped her ears.
“I never said that. We love ponies...just...for different reasons…” Doomie shrugged. “We just thought you hated us.”
“But we...well...we are...we just...we...UGH!” Twilight threw her arms in the air and turned away. “Forget it, can we just please leave this train, and please disguised into something more original.”
Doomie crossed his arms. “Doubt I can, since it seems whatever I turn into is related to someone else.”
Pinkie leaned on him. “I’m sure you’ll find something that’s not taken, and soon, you won’t even need to disguise.”
Twilight turned back to them. “What are you talking about? He needs to disguise, Pinkie.”
“But he won’t forever...right?” Pinkie asked.
Doomie nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure the ponies will get use to me sooner or later...right Twileet?”
Twilight turned away again. “One: It’s Twilight, and two: I think it’s gonna take a while for ponies to accept changelings...especially after what happened.”
Doomie flopped his ear stems. “Oh...right.”
Pinkie patted him on the back. “I’m sure it won’t take that long, we can even throw a party while you-”
Twilight stepped in between them and looked Pinkie straight in the eyes. “No parties. None. not a single one involving him.”
Pinkie frowned. “Why not?”
“Yeah,” Doomie said. “Why not?”
Twilight stepped away. “Because I’d rather not have ponies running straight to my doorstep and saying that there’s a changeling on the loose in town.” She yawned and rubbed her head. “I just wanna go home and relax after what happened yesterday, okay?”
Pinkie yawned and stretched her arms in the air. “That’d be great. What do you think, Doomie?”
Doomie turned to the window, seeing that some ponies were starting to get off, almost all of them had a looked tired. “Why’s everyone so sleepy?”
Twilight yawned again. “Because it’s morning...and not everyone’s an early bird.”
Doomie turned to her. “What do birds have to do with mornings?”
Pinkie yawned as well. “It means you like waking up in the morning, Doomie.”
Doomie continued looking confused. “So...you guys like something that’s part of the routine?”
“Routine?” Twilight said after yet another yawn. “What do you mean by that?”
Doomie looked at both ponies. “It means that we always get up in tip top shape to deal with the tasks of the hive, we can’t just stay tired all the time, that’s saved for when you need to go to sleep.” He then noticed something. “By the way, why do you guys keep yawning?
After Doomie said that, both ponies yawned. After Twilight finished, she looked at Pinkie. “Well, since I yawned first, it’s only natural for someone else to yawn too.”
Pinkie nodded. “Yawning is contagious.” Saying that made her yawn.
“It is!?” Doomie looked over himself. “What’s the signs? Do ponies have other things happening to them? I-Is it dangerous? S-should we panic?”
Twilight and Pinkie looked at each other before laughing. “It’s just an expression.” Pinkie said.
Twilight couldn’t help but say something for a better explanation. “It’s that, and it means you have somewhat of a social bond with someone.”
“Really,” Doomie said. “how’s that work?
Twilight shrugged. “It’s what research says.”
“Who’s that? Some other teacher you have, or something?” Doomie looked around. “Is he around here?”
Pinkie laughed while Twilight shook her head. “I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.”
Doomie looked back at her. “What’s a purr pouse?”
Twilight put on a look of disapproval and didn’t even bother, instead, she turned around and started walking out of the train. “Just disguise and meet me outside.”
Pinkie and Doomie looked at each other before Pinkie shrugged. “Well…” Pinkie said. “Come on, Doomie. It’s about time I show you what a bakery looks like.” She smiled and started pronking her way out of the train; Doomie soon followed, disguising once they were outside.
As they exited the cart, Doomie saw a rainbow haired mare puking in a potted plant, wiping her mouth off as soon as she was done. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh….my head.” She then fell right onto Applejack, her stetson shielding her eyes from the sight.
“Rainbow…” AJ said. “I think ya learned an important lesson.”
Rainbow Dash slowly nodded. “Yeah...bleh...make sure you find a nice spot to puke before you...you…” She turned around and hurled onto the plant again.
Applejack shook her head. “Close enough…”
Twilight walked up to them. “Is she sober yet?”
AJ shrugged. “I dunno, ah think so…”
Rainbow Dash stopped and looked at Twilight. “I’m fine...I-I’m just trying to get this headache out of my...head…” She hiccupped and wiped off the excess stomach fluids off her mouth.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Maybe next time you’ll know your limit when it comes to drinks.”
“There’s a limit?” Dash cocked her head.
Doomie walked up to them. “Probably to you ponies, as for us, we don’t have a limit...then again, we’ve never really tried drinks like yours.”
Dash crossed her arms and looked away, knowing it was Doomie “I doubt it, you bugs probably couldn't even handle half the stuff I had last night, and what's up with your disguise, you trying to do me or somethin’?”
Doomie looked over at his blue bodied, black spiked hair while AJ glared at her. “Do you even remember last night, Dash?
“Uhm...I remember...some things...like...partying and...talking...and hurling...and...crying?” She looked at Twilight. “Do you remember anything?”
Twilight shook her head. “Everything's a haze to me too, Dash.”
Pinkie came up behind her and patted her head. “I’m sure you’ll remember soon, Twilight. As for right now, I wanna show Doomie the bakery shop.”
Doomie scratched his head. “Is that a room or something?”
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“Nope, it’s Sugar Cube Corner!”
Doomie scanned the entirety of building. completely amazed by the look of it. While he was looking, something caught one of his senses. “What’s that smell?” He asked.
Pinkie giggled while Twilight tapped her hoof impatiently. Waiting for them to finish so she can finally relax at home. “It’s a bakery, silly. It’s gonna smell like baked goods all around this place, even outside.”
“Really?”
Pinkie nodded “Yup, it smells even better inside.” Pinkie tugged on his arm and pulled him to the door.
Doomie was sceptical. “I-Is it safe?”
Twilight sighed, getting tired of Doomie’s lack of knowledge when it came to pony society. “Yes, Doomie. It’s safe, now can you please get acquainted with your new home so I can finally get to mine.”
“New home?” Doomie pulled his arm away from Pinkie’s grip. “You’re saying you live here too? I thought you just worked here.”
Pinkie shook her head. “I live upstairs along with the cakes and their two kids.”
Doomie found it hard to believe food could have offspring. “Pastries can have kids?”
Pinkie giggled while Twilight groaned. “No, silly, the cakes are the other couple that live here.”
“Other couple?” It took a second for Doomie to realize she was talking about the two of them, making him blush. “Oh...uh...right.”
Pinkie smiled and leaned on him. “But we’ll always have a chance to be by ourselves.”
Twilight realized that this could be her chance. “Speaking of ‘by yourselves’, you two should totally do that while I go home, see you later!” She waved and quickly turned around.
Doomie waved his arms in the air. “Can I, at least, say thank you?”
Twilight turned around. “For what?”
Doomie rested his arm on Pinkie’s back. “For letting me be with her. I thought for sure you wouldn’t agree with this. Seeing as how you...well, thought I was controlling her mind in the beginning.”
“Oh...right.” Twilight scuffed the ground. “Heh...sorry about that.”
Doomie smiled. “It’s fine. I’m just glad I can be somewhere safe for once.”
Pinkie pulled him in for a hug. “Ponyville is probably the safest place I can imagine, right Twilight.”
“Uh...yeah, sure…it’s safe” Twilight could already guess a monster would show up tomorrow once she said that. “Well...I think now would be a good time for you two to get acquainted, Talk to you later!” She quickly waved and trotted off, leaving Pinkie and Doomie to themselves.
Doomie pulled away from the hug and looked at the door. “So, I guess I should come in now...heh...”
Pinkie opened the door and pointed in. “Come on in! lemme give you the tour.”
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“And this is where my bedroom is!” Pinkie walked into said bedroom and hopped around. “This is where I stay when I’m not working or with my friends.
Doomie’s eyes wandered around the room. “Well, it’s a lot different than the kitchen.”
Pinkie held her head high and closed the door. “Yup, it’s pretty cool, huh?”
Doomie nodded and undisguised. “Yeah., better than mine.”
“It is?”
Doomie knew that was only half true. “Well, I’ve never really had a bedroom, I did have a place to sleep though...that reminds me, W-Where do I sleep?”
“You mean, where do we sleep, and we sleep right here.” Pinkie pointed at her bed, where a small alligator was currently laying on, his eyes staring into the distance.
Doomie looked down at the creature. “Is that your pet Gally? H-He knows that I’m a friend, right”
“He’s my pet, Gummy. He sleeps here too.” Pinkie corrected. “And don’t worry, I doubt he’ll tell anyone else about you.”
“What’s up with his eyes?” Doomie asked while waving his hoof in front of the alligator’s eyes.
“What do you mean? His eyes are always like that.”
“Really?” Doomie looked into Gummy’s purple, crossed eyes. He shuddered to imagine what inling thoughts lie behind them; what dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty. “Strange…”
Pinkie grabbed Gummy and rested him on her head. “But he’s still the lovable alligator I know and love, right Gummy?” Gummy only blinked out of sync in response.
“Cute…” Doomie still felt concerned about Pinkie’s pet, at least he was toothless. “So...uh, what now?”
Pinkie set Gummy on the floor. “Well, what do you wanna do.”
Doomie tapped his chin, his mind swimming with thoughts of what would be the best step to take after they finally got a chance to be by themselves. “Well, we have talked about each other a lot...hmmm, how about we-”
*GROOOWL*
Doomie held his stomach. “Ugh...stupid stomach.”
“What’s wrong?” Pinkie tilted her head. “I thought you were full?”
“I am, but my stomach thinks it can get more even though it has enough!” Doomie poked his stomach and realized it was pretty much begging for food from Pinkie, even though his mind didn’t want any.
As for Pinkie, she quickly glanced at the shut door and realized just what they could do next. “Doomie, I need you to answer this honestly, do you have any idea what sex is?”
Doomie stopped thinking about his stomach and blushed. “Of-Of course I do. It’s when you get love from-”
Pinkie ran up to him, making the changeling back up onto the foot of the bed. “It’s more than just kissing and cuddling, Doomie.”
“Then what is it?” Doomie crossed his arms, oblivious to what Pinkie was thinking about.
Pinkie smiled. “Do you really wanna know?”
Doomie’s face went scarlet. “Um...well, I uh...I mean…” Doomie started fighting. “Well, I am curious.” He smiled, making Pinkie smile back with lidded eyes.
“Then how about I show you.” She leaned in and gave him a kiss before she pushed her whole body forward, sliding both of them onto the bed. Doomie only closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, his tongue starting to taste the flavor his stomach had been begging for.
As they continued, Gummy slowly started leaning to the left before falling on the side, his eyes blinked out of sync again before his tongue dragged across one of them, hoping he could understand just what was really going on.
“A-Are you sure no one else will interrupt us this time?” Doomie asked.
“I seriously doubt anyone will-”
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Doomie and Pinkie turned to the door to see the handle jiggle, before either of them could react, the door opened and a pink haired, blue mare stepped in and said, “Pinkie, I was wondering, do you h..h..haahaaave...” The mare froze and dropped her jaw once she saw the position the pony and changeling were in on the bed.
Doomie blushed while Pinkie only face-hoffed and sighed. “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Cake but...I-It’s still what it looks like…”
Doomie belched. “Yup, still what it *hic* looks like.”