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Life of a Wanted Changeling Season 4: At Luck's End (Comment Driven Story) - BrownDog77



The Final Adventure of Bugze the Changeling, AKA You. (Comment Driven Story)

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Episode 64: Pros and Cons

Kichi’s Comment

Shaking off the strange feeling that the idiotic red drake has already done something idiotic, you look to the rest.

“Alright, in case Garble’s already bucked everything up, maybe we should have a Plan B. Anlying got any ideas?”

“AnyLING?” scoffs Ember. “I’m a dragon thank you very much you little speciest.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “AnyBEING have an idea then?”

"I could write a letter to Princess Celestia and have her distract Twilight?” Spike suggests.

“Rejected,” you say immediately.

“But-“

“Nope! Rejected. No Princess Sunbutt getting added to this mix!” you say with finality.

“Why do we need a Plan B?” Greta asks. “Even if the moron’s messed up, why wouldn’t the switceroo still work?”

“Because Lady Luck is a cruel sick bucker and not having back up plans is a death sentence,” you roll your eyes at her obliviousness.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Grandbuggy agrees with your sentiment.

“I could fly back, grab that Apple pony and throw her at the purple one,” Ember suggests.

“Why would you do that?” asks Spike.

“Cause she kicked me last night and I want some payback,” Ember harrumphs.

“You walked into the bathroom while she was showering, you kind of deserved that,” you point out.

“I just wanted to try out that teeth brushing thing Spike was talking about, I didn’t know ponies got so peeved with water splashing on them!”

“It’s a privacy thing Ember. She was naked in the shower,” you explain.

“Ponies are like, naked all the time! All of us are!” she says in exasperation.

“Excuse you, I have a hat,” Grandbuggy says smugly with a tip of his bowler.

“Whatever! This weird pony ideology is confusing!”

“It’s not just ponies, I wouldn’t like it if someone barged in on me in a bath,” Greta argues.

“Dragons take communal lava baths all the time! What are all you other creatures so snippy about?!” she shouts pulling at her horns, which causes some passerby’s to give a wide berth.

“Truth be told, I don’t quite get it either,” Grandbuggy shrugs.

“Thank you!” Ember shouts.

“I mean, no mare ever complained about me hopping in the bath with them, but I suppose the younger generation is just more uptight,” he concludes and you all stare at him incredulously. “Hey that could work. We wait till Sparkle-Butt’s in the shower, I disguise myself as some city politician and walk in on her and-“

“Dude!” Spike cries out in disgust. “We’re not doing that to Twilight!”

“I ain’t doin nothing, just give her a good scare what like Ember did to-“

“NO! We are not doing that to Twilight!” Spike says firmly.

“Why not?” asks Ember.

“Because that’d be like this old perv walking in on our own mother! Gross!” Greta gags.

“She’s not his mother, I’ve told you this,” Spike faceclaws.

“Or sister, whatever, it’d still be gross,” Greta counters.

“She’s not that either, it’s complicated,” you remind her and Spike just sighs at this familiar subject.

“Well if she was his mom, wouldn’t that make you two related?” Ember says pointing between you and Spike.

“Huh?” both of you ask at once.

“Uh, in case you ain’t noticed, one’s got scales and the other doesn’t,” Grandbuggy snarks.

“Yeah but if his mom is that purple princess-”

“She’s not!” Spike denies, but she continues.

“And her brother is married to the Love Princess or whatever, who is also your cousin because she is half adopted by the royalty, which your mom is half of one and-“

“Please…please stop, this hurts my head,” Greta pleads as you stare off into space, wondering about the logistics at that.

So if he does consider Twilight his mom, then Shining Armor is his Uncle and Cousin Cadence is married to him, so my cousin would be his aunt in law, but if Twilight’s like his sister than she’d also be his sister-in-law, then does that even make US anything? How the heck do the Apples fit into this terminology and-

‘AGH!” you yelp as you feel something wet on the inside of your ear.

“There we go,” Greta smirks as she pulls her talon out of your ear.

“What the buck was that?!” you demand as you rub at your slimy feeling ear canal.

“An ancient griffon technique called the Toilet Tornado Twist,” she says as she takes another talon, puts it in her mouth, then sticks that talon in Spike’s ear.

“AGH! Wha-What was that?!”

“EW! Why would you do that?!” you gag.

“You both were staring off into space and not moving, so I decided to snap you out of it,” she shrugs.

“Well you could have done a less icky way!” Spike grumbles.

“You are so getting Mustarded later!” you threaten and she raises a brow.

“Mustarded?”

“You’ll see…” you say giving her evil eyes as your shards pulse momentarily.

“Calm down there Shade, pranks come later,” Grandbuggy claps your back.

“Skronk,” Mangle points out.

“That too,” Grandbuggy nods as if he understood the robot.

Heh, he complains and moans about machines being evil all the time, but after a night in a castle, he’s hogging her to himself, you think jealously as Mangle gets another pat from Grandbuggy.

Dklet’s Comment

“Well whatever, I think I have a right to stare off in deep thought. Ember’s point is really good and concerning.”

“It’s more confusing than anything,” Spike says as he rubs his temple. “I mean seriously, even if we drew it out, your family tree would still hurt to look at.”

“Yeah on paper it would probably look like a weird spitshow,” Grandbuggy nods. “And that’s not even going into the fact that Cadenza is the reincarnation of Princess Amore from one of the shards of her body that Sombra hid around the world after blasting her to kingdom come.”

You all look to him at that with your jaws dropped.

“How the buck does that work?” asks Ember.

“Magic,” Grandbuggy answers plainly and you rub at the base of your horn.

“So the guy who’s like my honorary uncle, killed the crystal princess, hid her body parts like some sort of sick scavenger hunt, and somehow one of those pieces became cousin Cadence?” you ask tiredly.

“Pretty much,” he nods. “But don’t go feeling too down about that. Amore did create the Alicorn Amulet after all. Besides, you’re only kind of related to Cadence through a dubious adoption by Celestia. Seriously, you can’t just adopt someling as a niece. Sunbutt just wanted another alicorn into the royalty and didn’t want to give up being called a princess because gods forbid you become a queen.”

You start to stare off into space again, but you immediately snap out of it and slap Greta’s spit covered talon away.

“I’m alright, I’m alright!” you huff and shake your head.

“I don’t know if I am,” Spike groans. “I feel like I’ve got brainfreeze times twenty.”

“You can’t multiply numbers by food Spike,” you say.

“Oh really? This coming from the filly who thought the square root of 16 was boysenberry pie?” he snarks.

“That was like two years ago!” you grumble, remembering how dumb you used to be thanks to Daddy’s homeschooling. “Don’t forget two years ago, you thought I was two different ponies.”

“Because you and your dad had that alien perception filter over you,” he points out. “Don’t forget you kicked me in the nards just for saying hi back then too.”

“That was back before I really started questioning Daddy’s orders! I only kind of had a personality back then because of all my time in the bag!”

“Oh great, they’re doing this again,” Greta rolls her eyes as you and Spike argue.

“Ugh, seriously. Didn’t they get this out of their system last night?” Ember rolls her eyes.

“Apparently not,” Grandbuggy says plainly.

“Seriously, how does your family get anything done?” Ember inquires.

“With a lot of kicking and screaming Bluey. A lot of kicking and screaming…”

The Night Before in the Apple Barn

WARGAMES’s Comment

Down with Chrysalis’s Comment

Kichi’s Comment

The Pony Spartan’s Comment

“Alright, just hear me out,” you hold up your hooves. “What if buck Garble?”

“Nightshade,” Spike sighs.

“I’m serious, you’re so much more useful than him, and smarter too. Plus we could screen the Princess’s mail if you join us.”

“Yeah, but on the downside, that jerk is committing identity theft!” he counters.

“Oh please, if Ms. Twilight’s too dumb to realize the difference then it’s not worth it,” you hoofwave.

“Not worth it?! I’ve lived with her for years!”

“Yeah, and what good has that gotten you?”

“Oh let’s see, I have a roof over my head, free food, and a stable job?” he snarks.

“You’re always doing paperwork and getting left behind when she and the others run off to go do something fun,” you argue.

The other Outcasts watch as you and Spike argue the pros and cons for replacing Garble with him. You had thought it’d be a lot easier than this, but he is stubborn just like you.

“Come on Spike, don’t you want to go on an adventure with me?” you plead.

“Of course I do,” he says truthfully. “And whenever it pops up let me know, but at that same time I don’t want Garble taking over my life while Twilight thinks I’ve been cursed or something.”

“It’ll be fine! Heck, she might teach him a thing or two about being organized or something.”

“Oh, so you do admit she’s got her good traits?” he accuses and you pale. “Look at you, you’re presenting evidence and counterparts in this discussion like she would.”

“Hey, that just means she’s good at arguing. She did teach me after all. But come on Spike, there’s more to life than just being her gopher. Remember that time she had you reorganize the library three times when she was teaching me?”

“Because you kept knocking the books off the shelf with your magic,” he counters.

“She told me too!”

“You were being taught to paint a picture using your magic,” he reminds and you flush in embarrassment.

“Okay, I know I’m not very delicate with stuff like that, but think about it like this. The library is like your bag Spike. She keeps you there for ‘your protection’ only because it’s convenient. She doesn’t take you on a lot of adventures because she thinks you can’t handle it. That’s why she immediately thought you’d been cursed instead of realizing she had a completely separate dragon.”

“…Nightshade, not everypony’s as bad at parenting as your Dad is,” Spike says and your eyes widen.

“What?!”

“Seriously, not everything you went through is applicable. Some people just weren’t ‘put in the bag’ like you were,” he says analytically.

“I was being simiphorical or whatever that word is! And buck off with saying my Dad’s bad at parenting!” you growl.

“It’s metaphorically, and you’re the one who was angry at his methods,” he frowns. “And Twilight’s got her faults yeah, but she’s not the most wanted creature in Equestria.”

“Yeah, but only I can say that!” you grunt. “And news flash, it’s my mom who’s number one now! Dad got demoted to number 2 because ponies are stupid.”

“Whatever! And if you’re the only one allowed to badmouth your Dad, then by that logic I’m the only one who can point out Twilight’s faults!”

“Ah! Curse you logic! Stop being used against me!” you shout and stomp your hooves before you devolve into childish arguing. “My group of friends are better than her friends!”

“But I like all her friends. They’re my friends too,” Spike argues.

“Oh sure, being treated like a baby sure is fun huh?” you say sarcastically. “Honestly, I’ve only ever seen you hang out with Ms. Anorexia McStabFlank as forces you to dress up and treats you like a pincushion!”

“Rarity doesn’t force me to do anything!”

And while you devolve into school yard petty arguments, the others look on and shake their heads.

“Honestly, they’re carrying on like an old married couple,” Granny observes.

“Eyup,” Big Mac nods.

“Heh, as if we were ever that bad,” Grandbuggy chuckles and Granny looks at him pointedly.

“We weren’t married remember?” she says with a roll of her eyes and that hits Grandbuggy like a cart. “But still, we did have our spats. Remember Orion 24?”

“I remember Jack stealing a kiss from you and you trying to play it off as no big deal,” he says as he bristles at the memory.

“Jack kissed everyone Fix, even you if you recall,” she smirks.

“That was ONE time! And he tricked me!”

“They’re kind of driving the point home there huh?” Applejack whispers to Ahuizotl who just shrugs.

“I’d honestly like to stay out of it. Not my place to interfere,” he shrugs.

“You brought a tied up mare back with you and threw her onto a bed,” Greta deadpans.

“She said she was tired!” he defends. “And we said we’d explain things to her tomorrow!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Greta rolls her eyes and he growls.

“Okay, what if, say, the adventure was staying with us and not going back to Twilight for like a long time?!” you try to compromise and Spike faceclaws.

“Nightshade…”

“What?! It could happen!”

“You know, me and the girls have kind of known they liked each other, and I hate to see them spatting, but it is kind of cute to see,” Applebloom giggles.

“Cute or not, it’s getting late and they’re loud,” Applejack says with a small smile. Watching as you and Spike argue, as well as Granny and Grandbuggy, she can’t help but compare it to family bickering during some of the family reunions.

“She’s even standing her ground like a true Apple gal, even when the argument is ridiculous,” she says wistfully.

“Isn’t that just called being stubborn?” asks Applebloom.

“Eyup,” Big Mac nods and Applejack rolls her eyes good naturedly.

“Whatever you call it, we’ve all done it…and so has Bugze now that I think about it,” she says remembering the many times your Dad has stood his ground for stupidity, like his stolen Naco.

“Well, if we didn’t believe them before, this just proves they’re family,” Applebloom giggles.

“Yeah…” she says still feeling guilt and embarrassment from how she’d treated him.

“I am not some rope fetishist!” Ahuizotl yells.

“Then why are you still wearing some right now?!” Greta counters.

“Because you idiotas haven’t taken it off me yet!”

“Oh come on! Nothing ever happened between me and Mage Meadowbrook!” Grandbuggy grumbles.

“No, but your constant teasing kept Rockhoof from ever saying anything to her,” Granny says.

“He had a thing for her?” Grandbuggy sputters and Granny rolls her eyes.

“You’ve never brushed your teeth before?” Applebloom says in surprise.

“I guess? I mean we regrow our teeth if they break, but Spike kept talking it up,” Ember says to the filly.

“Well you’ll have to try it tonight then,” Applebloom says with authority.

“...You ever feel like the rest of them are part of the family too?” asks Big Mac.

“Heh, I don’t know about that,” AJ says with a smile. “But knowing his luck, I’m sure somehow or another they’ll end up being his assorted brothers/sisters/uncle by the time he gets back.”



Back in the human world, during one of the many loops, Bugze sneezes.

Why do I feel like I need a bigger house when I get back to the real world? He wonders.

Because your other half is currently trying to forcefully adopt the bacon haired girl, Sombra says with a sigh.

Oh…right, you say impassively as Selena uses his arms to carry Sunset above your head.

“You will be my daughter and you will love it!”

“But I’m older than Bugze by like 15 years! I just got de-aged on this side!” she protests.

“That doesn’t matter! I’m still old enough to be your mother!” Selena argues as she rushes out of the carnival.

Back to the Trip to the Library

After much arguing the pros and cons, you both ended up exhausted, ate a bunch of snacks and went to bed, and right now, you don’t want to keep arguing with Spike.

Ugh, quit being stubborn Nightshade. He might start to hate you if you keep being petty, you scold yourself. I mean, he already agreed to stay with you if you go on another trip…kind of sort of against his will, but it still counts!

“Alright…let’s just…let’s just get you switcherooed and maybe we can get ice cream afterwards?” you suggest. He sees you relenting and smiles genuinely.

“That sounds like a plan,” he nods.

“Great, now that you’ve gotten done with your spat, let’s talk about what’s really important,” Grandbuggy suggests.

“Like what?” you ask.

“Like what’s the over or under that red scales has done something monumentally stupid?”

“I bet ten bits he has by the time we get there,” you say without hesitation.

“I’ll take that action,” Greta adds.

“…What’s up with you and betting when it comes to dragons?” Ember scoffs.

At the Library

Ello Calebero’s Comment

It’s been some time since you woke up to the majestic pony pampering, and in that time you’ve gotten quite into that purple twerp’s Power Ponies collection.

“Never thought ponies had it in them to make something so cool,” he says aloud as he ends yet another issue and eats a ruby. “But really, there could be worse ways to spend my time till I grow back up.”

He then sits up, stretches, and stands up from the little basket bed for the first time.

“Although I could definitely use a bigger bed,” he says as he rocks the basket for emphasis. As he does so, he sees a loose floorboard underneath. Prying it up, he discovers Spike’s hidden collectible figurines of the comic characters he was just reading about.

“Oh sweet! Saddle Rager,” he says as he examines the craftsmanship of the figurines. “Defininitely taking you back with me.” Putting the figurine under his armpit, he reaches for the next issue of the Power Ponies…

Changer T Emerald’s Comment

Down with Chrysalis’s Comment

Only to discover that it is a special issue.

“Huh? The Hooded Offender?” he questions as he sees an illustration of the cloaked changeling who had beat the crap out of him two years ago, squaring off against both the Power Ponies and The Maneiac. The title of the comic is.

Power Ponies V. Hooded Offender: Who’s Fighting Who?


“Heh, if what I learned about that guy is true, then everyone,” he mutters as he opens the book. The first page has some sort of warning or another that he ignores, thinking it’s probably some useless add about theft, as he gets to the action.

Back Outside

You all reach Twilight’s Treehouse and you gulp a bit. Now that you’re here, it does seem a bit daunting.

“Alright Ember, we go in, distract her and-“

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” you hear a male voice screaming as a bright light emanates from the upstairs window.

“Spike!” you hear Twilight’s equally horrified shout followed by rapid hoof beats.

Grandbuggy curses a bit and looks to you and Greta.

“Guess I owe you 10 bits.”

“And more, but we’ll worry about that later,” you say as you open the door and walk in.

“What, we’re just going through the front door?” asks Spike.

“Sure. Whatever chaos he’s causing, we’ll just cause more and switch you out,” you reason as you head towards the stairs.

“Spike! Hold on!” Twilight yells strenuously followed by Garble’s shrill frightened scream.

“What the buck are they doing?” asks Greta.

“Weird pony stuff probably,” Ember theorizes as you all enter into Twilight’s bedroom…and see something pretty strange, even by your standards. Garble is halfway sucked into a glowing portal of some sort of book with only his tail still visible, while Twilight holds him with her magic, but she too is slowly getting sucked in.

“Ah Tartarus, that’s some demonic shenanigans if I ever saw any!” Grandbuggy says in alarm.

“Twilight!” Spike shouts in worry as he runs towards the purple princess and grabs her leg.

“Spike?” she questions in confusion, before her head gets sucked into the portal, followed by the rest of her, which picks Spike off the ground.

“Spike!” you cry out as you rush forth and grab him around the waste, but even with your strength, you start to get dragged in as well.

“Whoa Nelly!” Grandbuggy yelps as he grabs onto your legs, halting you momentarily as you and Spike peer into the swirling vortex, where Twilight and Garble still dangle.

“What the Buck is Going On?!” you shout and Twilight’s ear flickers.

“Nightshade?” she questions, but can’t turn around.

“Ugh! Ember help!” you hear Greta call out behind you.

“No way! If I grab onto you I’ll get sucked in to-AH! Let go of me you little creep!” Ember shrieks.

“Skronk!” Mangle hisses holding onto her as he holds onto Greta’s tail.

“It’s no use!” Grandbuggy calls out with a strained voice before you feel gravity leave all of you and you are sucked into the colors.

“Everyling! Don’t Let Go!” you shout as you grip onto Spike for dear life.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” you all shriek as the colors envelop you all in a bright flash of light.

Some Time Later

“Uuuuugggghhhh,” you groan as you blink the blurriness of your eyes. “What the buck did I do last night?” Shaking your head, you see that you are lying on top of some sort of paved road. Looking above you, you see massive skyscrapers with a unique color scheme that you know for a fact is nowhere near Ponyville.

What the buck…you mouth as your brain misfires in confusion.

“Oooohhhh,” you hear a familiar groaning from behind a cart on this strange city street.

“Spike?” you ask aloud as you round the corner pause in confusion. “What the?”

Spike is now wearing a skin tight white and pink leotard that covers the top of his head.

“Uhhh…”

“What the buck?!” you hear a very confused and upset shout. “What kind of new age hippie bullspit am I wearing?!”

Coming out from one of the buildings is Grandbuggy…wearing a fabulous dark purple leotard encrusted with gems and a pointed eye mask of some sort. If it weren’t for his voice though, you would never have recognized him. His pony guise has become very bishonen, and you can’t tell whether he looks like a mare or stallion.

“Seriously, what is this?! I am not some stallion hugging musician!” he grumbles as he tries to transform…but has no luck. “What?!”

“Uh, Grandbuggy?” you question and he looks to you before raising a very delicate eyebrow behind his mask.

“Shade? Is that you?” he questions.

“Of course it’s me, who would-“

“AHHH!!! Ahuizotl! You pervert! Was this your idea?!” you both hear a squawk and falling out of an alleyway is Greta…in a red black and green costume and a lasso wrapped around her.

“Wait a second, that looks familiar…” you realize just as Ember flies down from some rooftop.

“Anyone want to explain why I’m wearing a black jumpsuit and feel incredibly staticy?” she demands as a spark of electricity goes from one horn to the other.

“Uh…I think maybe we ended up at the Manehattan Comic Con?” you suggest.

“Huh? What’s that mean?” Ember asks but Greta’s eyes widen.

“Oh is that’s what’s going on? I mean, I like cosplay, but I’m more into games than whatever this is.”

“Skreonk!” Mangle pipes up, coming from underneath a cart, wearing a green onesy and a purple mask.

“Why do I look like a pretty boy?!” Grandbuggy shouts as he looks at himself in a window.

“Because Radiance is supposed to be a mare?” you suggest and he looks back at you.

“Huh?”

“It’s comic stuff, we all look like-“

“The Power Ponies?” Spike interrupts as he finally sits up and looks around.

“Yeah, exactly,” you nod.

“…Why are we dressed like this?” he asks before looking down at himself. “And why am I Fili-Second?”

“Spike? Spike is that you?” you all hear Twilight’s voice as she comes around a corner, dressed up in maroon and light blue with large goggles.

“Twilight? You’re the Masked Matter-Horn?” he asks but she doesn’t answer as she rushes forth and hugs him.

“Oh thank goodness, your scales are back to normal!” she says happily as she picks the young dragon up.

“Uh, thanks Twilight,” he says as he hugs her back.

“Why am I Humdrum?!” an outraged voice calls out. Falling out of a garbage can is Garble, still de-aged, and wearing a dark mask, a red cape, and dark gloves and boots. “He’s so freaking lame!”

“Ah! There you are you dumbass!” Ember growls as she lands next to him and picks him up by the ear fin.

“What the buck did you do?!”

“I don’t know! I was reading a comic book and this happened!” he yelps in pain as she boxes his ears.

“What the…Red Scaled Spike?” Twilight says in confusion as she looks up from her hug. “Why have you been split in two Spike?”

Spike faceclaws and shakes his head as you take in all the info and form a hypothesis.

Okay, so we all got pulled into that portal and are now all dressed as the Power Ponies for some reason…Wait a second, Grandbuggy is Radiance, Twilight’s the Masked Matter-Horn, Greta is Mistress Mare-Velous, Ember’s Zapp, Spike’s Fili-Second, Garble’s Humdrum and Mangle’s Saddle Rager…what does that make me?

You look down at yourself and see that you too are wearing a costume. A very dark long coat…and over your head is a Hood.

“Oh you’ve got to be bucking kidding!” you shriek and catch Twilight’s attention.

“Nightshade?” she questions and you sigh.

“Yes, high Ms. Twilight,” you wave.

“…Why are you dressed like The Hooded Offender?” she asks.

“Good bucking question,” you answer as you glare at the small Garble being strangled by Ember and Greta.


WHAT DO YOU DO?

Author's Note:

Not the Power Ponies this city needed, nor deserved.

Hey Hive-Mind,

Well, do I really have to say what to do? The Outcasts and Twilight are in a comic book now, go nuts.

Just remember one thing though, none of them are ready to tell Twilight the truth for obvious reasons. She’s not a part of the Outcast Cabal which only Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie are privy to.

But other than that, have fun, especially since Nightshade has been cast as dear old Daddy.

Alright, the poll is in for the Imp’s name, and we have a tie between Down with Chrysalis’s Bee Zul Bub (Bob) and Changer T Emerald’s Jackie

So, just like when there was an even split for how this Season would flow, both are the winner. Nightshade’s loyal little monster can now be called any combo of those two names like Jackie Bob, or Bee Zul Jack, or whatever she feels like from day to day. Congrats to Down with Chrysalis and Changer T Emerald for the strange fluid name :pinkiehappy:

Next chapter might be delayed due to Thanksgiving, but seeing as how I’ll be stuck at work, I might be able to crank the chapter out.
Whenever that may be, I’ll see you next chapter,
Brown Dog.

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