Changeling's Story

However Queen Twilight Sparkle got to sleep with Shining Armor’s snores will remain a mystery until the end of time; but hay, Twilight could do many confusing things now. ‘Good morning, everyling!’

‘Good morning, queen.’ Rarity sang.

‘Morning, queen! I made you cupcakes!’

‘… Pinkie, why did you make me cupcakes?’ Thou she had to admit, she did have a craving.

‘Well, I don’t know; but last night something told me to make you cupcakes, so I made some!’

‘So that explains why you’re up; but why is Rarity up?’

‘Well, queen, I was helping Pinkie make the cupcakes, I was seeing is we could use crushed gems enchanted with love to create said cupcakes, and I’m happy to say they were a great success!’

There was a grown as Spike’s bed shifted, sleeping beauty was rousing.

A purple flash filled the room as Queen Twilight was replaced by Twilight, waiting for her little dragon to wake.

The most amazing smell filled Twilight’s nose, as Spike chocked and flew out of his bed. He run to the window and opened it, then stuck his head out.

“Spike,” said Twilight, concerned, “what are you doing?”

Spike coughed a bit, “what did you eat while traveling? Something in you just isn’t right!”

“Spike, I didn’t fart, plus, I don’t smell anything.”

Spike pulled his head in and walk to the door, claws waving in front of his face. He opened the door to the main room and smelled, “hah, you’re right, smells like it’s coming from the kitchen.”

Twilight smelled for herself, the smell was beautiful, she guessed it was the cupcakes, “Spike, you go wake up Shining and I’ll make some breakfast.”

Spike trudged down the stairs and down to the basement where Shining Armor was staying.

Twilight followed her nose to the kitchen, when arriving she saw, latterly, glowing cupcakes on the bench. The smell filled her nose, and clouded her mind; they smelled amazing. Dark blue, with something purple and sparkling on top.

She picked one up with a purple glow of magic, and took an experimental taste. Her eyes shot open, then she devoured the rest of the cupcake. Then all the rest, nothing she’d ever tasted had ever been so delicious.

She heard a throat clearing behind her, she span her head round, face covered in purple, glowing crams.

“So…” said her brother, standing in the door way and rubbing his neck, “what are you doing?”

Twilight swallowed the whole cupcake in her throat, “I was eating cupcakes.”

“Okay… random. Leave any for me or Spike?” He asked, hopefully.

Twilight smiled nervously, “umm…”

“Wait, where did you get cupcakes?” He asked, curious.

“Well,” Twilight started, ‘help, suspenseful situation, need distraction!’

Half of Pinkie flew out of one of the top cabinets, she looked over to Shining, “Shining, I’m trying to make a surprise party for me and the others, and I was wondering if you could help!” ‘Is this alright, queen?’

‘Yes Pinkie, thank you.’ “Pinkie, you’re organising a surprise party, for our return, and you didn’t ask me to organise it?”

Spike walked into the room, claws on face and shaking his head. “There are SO many things wrong with that sentence.” Spike walked past the stallion and mare and into the heart of the kitchen, “cereal, sandwich, or pancakes?” He thought out loud.

Shining Armor decided to ignore the weirdness of the kitchen and focus on breakfast, “waffles?”

Spike waved his claws, “na, no waffles.”

“Oh hay! What is there?” Shining walked over to Spike and leaned over to look at the breakfast materials.

‘Thank you for the cupcakes, Pinkie. Now time for your breakfast!’ Twilight let her emotion guard down and love flowed into Pinkie.

Pinkie relaxed and smiled, “umm…” ‘Thanks queen!’ “I gotta go! I’m going to see if any of the guards can dance the tango!” Then she dove back into the cabinet.

Shining walk over to said cabinet and stuck his head in, “hay,” came his muffled voice, “there’s a tunnel behind here!” The moment he said this a pink flash pushed Shining away and blinded everypony, changeling, and dragon in the room.

He got back up to his feet and looked into the cabinet again, “… I’m going to forget this happened and just eat breakfast.”

First day back: nothing happened.

Second night: start of the hive.

Six glows were in Twilight basement, 2 hours before Twilight had insisted that Shining sleep upstairs, “because it’s so dark and cold down there!”

When in reality Twilight and friends where creating a changeling hive right under Ponyville, it was already well underway. They spent about an hour thinking about how to actually do it, until Rainbow had the idea that they change into Diamond Dogs and just dig, so four Diamond Dogs where digging like mad under Ponyville, while two changelings where observing and supervising.

The blue dog started to pant hard and slowed down, the orange one grew a smirk, “come on Rainbow! You ain’t gonna be beaten by Fluttershy, are ya?”

Rainbow Dash’s illusion disbanded and she collapsed on the spot, “ugh, Twi, can I have a break? I’m about to do just that.”

Twilight walked over to Rainbow and gave her a hoof up, “yes, of course, I have been working you a bit hard.”

Rainbow took Twilight’s hoof and hoisted herself up, “thanks.”

“Dash, why are you so tired?” Twilight asked, innocently.

“I was telling Scootaloo about our adventures in the dragon badlands.” Said Rainbow, stretching her muscles.

“And that was tiring?” Asked Twilight, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been, if she hadn’t asked for diagrams.” Said Rainbow, lying down.

“She didn’t believe a word though, didn’t she?” Asked Applejack, changing into a pony to buck a particularly hard rock.

“Well, no, not at all… how’d ya know?” Questioned Rainbow, looking over at the orange pony.

“Oh,” SMASH* rock broken, “Apple Bloom told meh.” The changeling turned back into a Diamond Dog and continued digging.

Rainbow Dash stood and groaned, “uh, Twilight, can I go da bed?”

Twilight smiled, “of course you can, that goes to rest of you.” The changelings smiled and stopped, “great job girls, we’ll continue tomorrow night, good night, girls.”

“Night, queen.” The changelings said in unison, apart from Rainbow, who said ‘Twilight’.

Then they went home, and got some rest.

There were two reasons Spike hadn’t gone back to bed after a quick piss, one, he could find his blanky anywhere, two, he’d seen five changelings with interesting hair walk out of the basement, and generally made it difficult to sleep.

He heard a buzzy voice behind him, “good night, my little dragon.”

He felt his blanket land on top of him, then saw a Twilight like creature walk down stairs.

He hid under his blanket, his imagination must be going mad, his nightmares are getting out of control.