invasion Sugarcube Coroner: Pinkie's House of Cupcakes!

[Mojo]

"What...huh,..." Tilly Tome muttered as the eyes of the Crystal Pony mare opened. Slowly, the elderly mare got back up on her feet. It took her only a few moments to assess the current situation. Having witnessed the brutal takeover of the Crystal Empire during the hayday of King Sombra, Tilly Tome was none too happy about watching these changling creatures trying to take over Equestria. The fear that had previously caused her to faint was now replaced with anger. If she was going to become a slave again, she was not going down without a whimper.

"HAY YOU NO GOOD BUNCH OF THUGS!" Tilly Tome shouted as she boldly walked towards them. "I MAY BE OLD, BUT I'M FAR FROM HELPLESS! YOU GOONS DON'T SCARE ME ANYMORE! I LIVED THROUGH KING SOMBRA'S WORST, AND YOU CREEPIES ARE NO WHERE NEAR AS POWERFUL OR EVIL AS HE WAS! YOU WANT TO EAT LOVE? WELL YOU WON'T BE GETTING ANYMORE FROM ME!"

Now the Crystal Pony began to think about King Sombra, of the events 1000 years ago, She was determined to expel all of the love she had in her heart, and it was working. Her shiny crystal coat was fading, fading until it was dull with barely any shine at all.

"NOW YOU GLORIFIED DOPPLEGANGERS! DO YOUR WORST!"

[Gerrard]

Gerrard had charged the leader changeling, his costumed form quickly getting intercepted by a lesser minion as another changeling tackled him from the side. The griffon hit the smooth wooden floor and slid into a counter, the doppleganger catching him off guard. His feathers and coat served to pad the blow somewhat, the hybrid quickly recovering to see a sharp toothed monster upon him! The changeling bit at him ferociously, but the architect managed to keep his attacker at bay with a pair of strong talons! Years of tightening bolts on his construction projects had finally paid off for him, the strong griffon able to out wrestle the changeling with a few quick twists of his claws.

The costumed griffon was perched atop the mindless changeling beneath him, the cocky griffon proud of his small victory while his companions battled other members of the changeling horde. His celebration was premature though, another sharp toothed monster launching itself at Gerrard, the griffon managing to see this attacker in the darkness, the black griffon shrugging off the tackle and sliding it across counter top before it crumpled in a confused heap across the room. Gerrard quickly realized that he needed some sort of weapon to keep a distance between himself and the horde, the hybrid remembering that he had left his trusty wrenches back in Canterlot. He didn't bring anything to fight with, surely he could improvise a weapon in this bakery, right?

The glowing blue eye of the changeling beneath him sparked an idea in the griffon, a weapon was in claws reach! "I found a flail, watch out," he growled both as a warning to the changelings and the ponies! He ducked under a third changeling and grabbed the hind leg of doppleganger he stood on. Gerrard swung his flailing changeling about like a flyswatter, striking down a few of the monsters that had their eyes on the ponies. The clinking of exoskeletons filled the air as the insect like creatures reluctantly collided, writhing hooves struggling to reach the talon of the griffon who was using him as a weapon.

[RarityDash]

((ooc: If this mostly changeling controlling post seems odd, Rose asked me personally to help her direct this thread since she is busy but still wants it to be fun for everyone.))

The changeling drones had soon overwhelmed Gilda entirely, even as she struggled against them. Holding her still, the drones spewed up their translucent goo, sealing the griffoness in a cocoon even as she screamed out and tried in vain to free herself. Having overcome one of those standing against them, the drones snickered as their commanding changeling looked on. They had just a few more to capture and then they would have the bakery secured and would be able to join their queen in the greater invasion of Ponyville.

More changeling drones emerged from the far shadows of the basement. In fact, it would soon become clear from the dozens of glowing bluish eyes along the far wall of the basement that it was absolutely infested. They soon swarmed around Moondancer and the other, pelting her shield with blasts, cackling as they watched it grow thinner and weaker. Elsewhere, more changelings went to swarm Pocket and Gerrard, the latter of whom had the indignity to use one of their own against them as if he were a weapon. They had quickly overwhelmed the female griffon just with their numbers and had confidence that they could do the same with these two, no matter how they struggled. They were so few after all, and they were out numbered. In time they would be captured as well.

Meanwhile, no response came to Snickerdoodle's call. Instead there was just some muffled movement as the twin cries from the room upstairs grew louder and more insistent....

​

Inside the changeling cocoon, Gilda still struggled. She fought vigorously against the slime encasing her, trying to slice through it with her talons, but it proved not to be an easy task. The goo was thick and viscous. Her claws stuck in it regularly. Still, she wasn't the sort to just lie down and let anyone win against her. She could beat this. She just needed time.

"Ugh... stinking bugs... When I get out of here, you'll be sorry!" Gilda shouted as she continued to claw away at her prison.

​

[Halide]

Old Germane legend told of a creature called the Burning Mare - a flaming pony spectre from times long forgotten, wreathed in fire and a hate for all things that grew. A flying, fire-spewing ghost that razed barns, cremated crops and burned thatched-roof cottages without warning or explanation. The very embodiment of a wildfire, if ever there was one - cruel and merciless as a summer brushfire, as harsh as the desert sun, and as terrible as a dragon.

But that wasn't what was showing up. Ignition just wanted to dress up like the old legend and toss firecrackers around for kicks at the expense of others. Not to start fires or burn anything to the ground, just for ill-spirited fun. The little county town of ponyville? Yeah, that seemed like a fun target. Lots of pretty boring ponies who hadn't thrown an exciting party or hosted a decent rock show in their lives, not a lot of guards, and lots of open sky - Pretty choice for a prankster pegasus dressed up in a whole bunch of fake fire and glowing dyes. Except when she showed up, there wasn't a quiet little town full of candy-plucking kids with boring parents meandering about - there was a huge team fight going down. Screaming, things rampaging about, a gross smell in the air - yeah, lots of bad news, and Ignition wasn't a hero. She might've just flown past, save for one noise that caught her ear - the roaring of a couple gryphons. The sort of familiar roaring of a couple gryphons at that. That made her hesitate, and being as brightly-lit as she was, that made her a bright and easy target in the sky.

It wasn't long before she was flying hades-for-feathers from a couple of chasers, and rather than just wing about in the air for a few hours, she decided to take to somewhere that she might be able to back up and put up a fight. A few bundled firecrackers, lit and thrown ahead of her, managed to shatter one of the un-icing'd upstairs windows, and soon Ignition was hurtling down the stairs, burning bright and yelling out exclamations of pain as she slammed between railings, stairs, and the inevitable unlucky changeling or two. But in spite of this, she was still loaded up on energy drinks and adrenaline, and more than looking to stir up trouble. Which, apparently, she'd found in spades.

There was a tiny pause as Ignition drank the whole scene in - muffled shouting from a cocoon, a bunch of unearthly eyes staring at everything, and a... what seriously was that ugly muckhead wearing a stupid costume? For a moment, her heart froze - she had been in trouble before, sure, but that was with cops who worked on things like rules and not horrible cocoons and slime. ...Wait, was that Gilda in that squirming thing? Yeah, no, this was not an okay party anymore. Ignition pulled back a generous hoof-full of firecrackers, yanking their light-cords with her teeth and spitting aside the little matchlock caps. Whatever these creatures were, she felt like teaching them a few lessons on how to fear fire. If they were gonna pull stops and start terrorizing towns, she was gonna pull stops and leave third-degree burns.

"Hey, crapsuckers!" She shouted, gathering what bull-headed foolhardiness she could muster, flinging the sizzling measure of firecrackers into the swarm between her and her trapped gryphon pal. The ponies hiding behind the bubble seemed to be doing an okay job for themselves, and if nothing else, breaking out the fireworks would probably divide the slimebugs' attention. "Hope ya like the taste of PAIN!"

[Lux]

Watermelon knew that this was not part of the plan to scare her and the other ponies. These Changelings were a real threat, and something had to be done to defeat them. But what could a filly like her do? It was then she realized that maybe it wasn't brute strength that would help her but smarts. The bakery must have things to help her defeat these foul creatures. That's when she saw it, a flour sack as big as her resting on the ground. She grabbed the bag with her teeth and began to spin around with it. The sack dragged on the ground for a little but then became airborne. She then heaved with all her might and smacked the nearest Changeling with it.

Whap!

The bag exploded, creating a white cloud of flour in the air.

"Take that! No one will make a meal out of the Princess of Melons! Come on everypony! Hit them with anything you got!"

[tacobob]

“Right.”, Pocket Change called out to his mare-friend in the most confident and bravest tone he could muster, “If you can, see about snatching up the baby upstairs as well.” The unicorn remembered during his last stay in Ponyville that Pinkie was looking after a little foal and wondered if those cries came from the same kid. He knew he could and would never be able to live with himself if something happened to such a young and innocent creature. He struck back at another one of the Changelings as it got too close to his magically armored hooves. He could take on one of these creatures at a time, but was worried that they would be able to easily overwhelm like they did to the female griffon. Thankfully, he had one more bird-kitty left at his disposal along with the others.

“As for the rest of you who wish to stay and fight.”the spellcaster had yet to get any of their names, “We need to fight together or these creatures are gong to overwhelm us! We need to hold them back and give Moondancer here enough time to get away in her bubble!” He knew the mare would get help from only the best once she had escaped. She could summon the R.E.A, and even the local librarian was a good friend of hers. A friend who just happened to be a very powerful Alicorn spellcaster. But for now, he had to keep those things from getting at her. “Also, if it’s not too impossible, maybe we can free our feathery friend as well.” The unicorn knew from history and experience that griffons were pretty useful in a fight, being both strong and agile, and those claws were pretty darn useful as well. "We need to fight together as a team!", he managed to get a lucky hit against another of the black scaled monsters as it got closer to Gerrard.

[Gerrard]

Gerrard could see his female counterpart getting tackled beneath a pile of changelings as he battled with his improvised weapon. He wanted to free her, but the writhing mass of changelings in the building was being a bother as they constantly charged at him in an annoying way that only mindless lackeys could manage. The griffon couldn't pry himself away to help her as he struggled to keep the monsters away, his flail seeming to flail a lot less than before. He just needed an opening, some sort of distraction to break free and help his comrades, hopefully one would appear to him soon before he was overcome as well!

He heard the excited shouts of a new pony from behind him, a large flash of light entering the corner of his vision as a bunch of fireworks erupted, scattering many of the changelings in the chaos of the small explosion. The spectacle was soon followed by the destruction of a bag of flour as a blinding cloud of ingredients tainted the air. This seemed to be the pair of distractions he needed to free the other griffon from her prison, courtesy of some strange princess he had never heard of! He turned around to look at the cocoon, another changeling getting swatted down by another pony he hadn't had the chance to meet. "Thanks! Cover me everyone, I'll rescue the damsel in distress I just need a few moments," he explained quickly as he flicked his wrists and hurled his flail into a crowd of changelings as he returned his attention to Gilda.

The gargoyle costumed hybrid lowered his form to the ground and out of the blinding cloud of the flour as he prowled over to the cocoon. He speculated that the cocoons restricted movement of it's prisoners enough to maintain their integrity, meaning that an outside force, changelings, or enterprising griffons were needed to open them. Gerrard dug his left talon into the wooden floor as he squared his hind legs and flexed his free black talon. "Grab on, I'll pull you out," he explained authoritatively, as he stabbed his sharp talons into the cocoon, managing to pierce a goo covered claw into the prison. He grabbed onto something in the cocoon and pulled back with all of his strength as he tried to prie her free, hoping she could help him out in some way.

[PedestrianWolf]

All was quiet upstairs, save for the wailing of infants. It was strange, why would they leave the babies unattended? Snickerdoodle stepped softly towards the nursery, looking around as she did so. No movement in any of the rooms, but they were all quite dark.

The noises from the basement grew louder. She jumped and uttered a cry of surprise when she heard a window break, and multiple explosions. This was beginning to seem unlike any haunted house she had visited before, and more like something very, very dangerous.

Snickerdoodle hurried to the nursery. It was dark and shadowy, but she could see where the cribs were with little Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake inside. Not bothering with the light, she went straight over to the crying foals.

"Hush now. I don't know where your parents are, but this is getting too dangerous for little ones like you to be all alone. Come with me, we need to go out and find help."

Snickerdoodle took off her cloak, and wrapped the babies up inside of it. She gave them both a ginger snap cookie to gnaw on, to help keep them quiet. She slung them in her saddle bags, one on each hip, securely wrapped up in the long ends of her cape. She'd had to empty the bags of their contents first, but she considered the pile of cookies was a small sacrifice to pay for escaping the nightmare downstairs.

Now, how to get out of here? Going back downstairs was too risky. Goodness knows what was waiting for them in the main part of the bakery. She opted for the window. She pushed against the sash, but it was shut tight. Too tight. She backed up, and prepared to bust her way through.

[Bellosh]

 

Two minutes nearly passed, and the melee wasn't looking too good for Moondancer's buddies. Her griffoness pal from earlier got cocooned, and while the others continued their fight, they'd get tired out in a mere matter of moments. Fortunately, their heroics gave Moony the time she needed to change up in peace; in fact, she just might now have enough energy to teleport the entire group out of the changeling-infested bakery. Once the young mare in her intact bubble felt ready, she shouted out in her loudest voice; "I'M READY TO WARP OUT! IF YOU'RE NOT HERE IN TWENTY SECONDS, YOU GET LEFT BEHIND.....!"

 

OOC: Because I planned for Moondancer to stay put while charging up, I'm going to pretend that she didn't hear Pocket's request to rescue the baby.

[RarityDash]

The changeling swarm inside the bakery were soon greeted with a barrage of explosive firecrackers courtesy a break in by a pony with a decidedly fiery appearance. The changelings struggled to get away from the explosions, but some were inevitably caught and singed as the pony continued to unload upon them. it didn't help that the rest of the group didn't look about to lie down quietly. A child found a large bag of flour in the basement and used it to create a blinding white cloud. The unicorn stallion assumed a leadership role and commanded the band of strangers, which seemed to be helping to bolster their spirits and team work. The male griffon meanwhile proved capable of holding his own and refused to be overwhelmed as the female had. Changelings were falling, and at an increasingly concerning rate, all while the female unicorn worked at her magic. The changelings became increasingly concerned with this last thing.

"You will not esssssssscape...." a changelings hissed as several of them began to double their efforts, sending blast after blast at Moondancer's shield. The bubble would be bursting shortly, there was no doubt about it.

Elsewhere, the crying twins began to smile and slowly nibble to cookies given to them as Snickerdoodle claimed them and seemed prepared to make her escape through the window. That's when something she couldn't have been expecting did occur. Young Pound Cake suddenly dropped his ginger snap and gave a snicker as his eyes glowed brightly. He then flew above Snickerdoodle and suddenly started to spit up a mass quantity of glowing green goop. His "sister" then escaped the mare as well, joining him to cover the mare's hooves with cocooning goo as they soon revealed themselves to be a pair of diminutive changelings. The cackled evilly and then shoved the ginger snaps given to them into the partially cocooned Snickerdoodle's mouth. "Thanksssss...." they hissed nearly in unison.

​

Inside the cocoon, Gilda continued to try and break free from within, but it proved difficult. Her talons just would make lasting tears through the stuff. She could hear the commotion outside and then a very familiar voice. She smiled at the sound which was followed by all sorts of explosions. Ha! There were few friends she'd have been more pleased to see than Ignition. That mare was tough. She could recall the stage brawl at the Untergrund on the night they met. The two of them had kept their winning combination going for hours,well into the morning before they had to throw in the towel. Yeah, if there was any pony she wanted to fight beside, it was this one. It made her all the more eager to break out of the stupid cocoon prison.

"Ha. Look who showed up for the crazy!" Gilda called out from within her cocoon.

With Ignition around, the fight seemed to be going a little better. The other griffon, as it turned out, was pretty sharp regardless of what his established problem with griffonesses might have suggested. Eventually, the guy had beaten back enough changelings to look her way. Now, she didn't expect him to get very far. His claws were as sharp as hers probably and she hadn't any luck digging out. He didn't really try to dig away the good though. Instead he just punched his whole claw through. It worked and Gilda quickly took his claw. With enough leverage, this might just work! With a forceful pull, Gilda went flying forward, right through the slime.

She was caked in the nasty stuff, but not really worse for wear as she found her feet. "Heh. Thanks..." she said, smirking as she looked toward the other griffon.

She then gave a nod toward Ignition, already ready to join the fray. "Now then, Ignition, let's show these changeling creeps how we won all those fights back at Untergrund," said with a chuckle before charging at a changeling and grabbing it around the neck.

​

[Halide]

"I'M READY TO WARP OUT! IF YOU'RE NOT HERE IN TWENTY SECONDS, YOU GET LEFT BEHIND.....!"

That wasn't the best thing to hear. Ignition was kind of hoping the small crowd behind the shield would've been a little more willing to help her dole out packets of pain and loathing on Sugarcube Street. But, then again, this was ponyville. Not much to be asked of a lot of farmers and shopkeeps in a brawl, really.

"You will not esssssssscape...."

"You slugs think we're here to escape? Pluck all y'all! I'm gonna beat on your skulls 'till I hit paydirt!"

Wait, was her insane idiot plan actually accomplishing things? Luna's tailfeathers, it actually was. Here she thought she'd just inflict a crackerbarrel of irritations and injuries before getting hexa-quintuple-teamed. But no, she'd actually taken a serious chomp out of the mass trying to - ugh, whatever that mess was they were doing to Gilda. That was good. They weren't doing a whole lot of running away. That was bad. But, with the blasts of Seriously Unsportsmanlike Conduct she was throwing around, it was bad for her and the creeps she was pounding on, which was good. The math added up to all this being a Pretty Okay Result. Gambling on that slim luck, Ignition got ready to lead the charge forward. But, it turned out somepony - no, somebody - else had it covered. Great! She didn't get to play rescue. Darn. Gilda was out of the cocoon. Rockin! And in spite of the gryphon dude being the one to pull her out of the - wow, that stuff was disgusting - Ignition kept the blasts rolling, chucking firecrackers one or two at a time rather than by the hoofload just to keep braver bugfreaks out of her mane and off of the gryphons. She wasn't about to let the upper hoof leave her good fortune.

Soon enough though, it was one pissed-off pegasus, two gryphons, and a gaggle of ponies against a diminishing and demoralizing bunch of scum-sucking reprobates. Time to turn this takeover in their favour. Running pretty low on fireworks and plenty high on 'kick-em-in-the-face'-aline, Ignition was ready to swap tactics. She'd play bluff and dodge, Gilda and the other gryphon would play heavy on the hits, and if need be, she'd swap in for a face-mashing finisher. Smashing her hooves together, she simply took an airborne stance behind Gilda, looking for a knot of Changelings to pick on. The bugs might've been capable of scaring a few timid ponies, but some of party-goers were cut from a very different, very uncomfortable sort of cloth than that, and it seemed to be giving the terrorizing scoundrels more than a little trouble.

"Now then, Ignition, let's show these changeling creeps how we won all those fights back at Untergrund,"

"I'm with ya, Gilda! C'mon, pal! Let's bust these slimebags!" Ignition called out to the male gryphon, inviting him to join the slugfest.

Some part of Ignition's head said they were probably doomed. Another part agreed, deciding that the numbers simply weren't in their favour. Her hooves told everybody to shut up and let them do the talking; as her two back hooves slammed full force into the changeling Gilda'd grabbed by the neck, her cranial consensus was to let the adrenaline out full blast and ignore every consequence she was about to incur. She might've been partially resigned to the idea that this could be her last hurrah, but Tartarus be burned if she wasn't gonna go out with more bang than a bad drum solo. But that all shoved aside, now was the time to start dodging and weaving, her wings and her tail whipping about in a flurry of motion, the pegasus trying to put as many changelings off-balance as she could for the gryphons to knock out for the night.

[PedestrianWolf]

Snickerdoodle had her head down, and was about to kick out the window so they could escape, when she felt the twins wriggle free of her saddlebags. She turned her head, and saw that they weren't cute little babies anymore, they were little monsters with glowing eyes. She stood frozen in shock, as they vomited up green goo all over her.

"I am never, ever having foals. Ew!" she thought to herself.

She tried to lift her hooves out of the muck, but they were stuck fast. She pulled harder. Nothing. Panic began to set in. One of the monster babies stuck the partially chewed cookies into her mouth and hissed "Thanksssss...."

Snickerdoodle shook her head violently. "no no no No No NO NO NO NO NO!!" The ginger snaps flew from her mouth. She started to hyperventilate.

Must escape. Must get out. Can't get out. Can't escape. Leave, go now! Out out OUT! Her mind whirled. Unable to pull her hooves free, she took a deep breath and SCREAMED!

The windows rattled with the force of her scream. Snickerdoodle was no opera singer, but she still had pretty powerful lungs. She tried to flap her wings to pull herself free, but her cloak had fallen across her back when the babies escaped her bags. She shivvered and bucked, to no avail.

Must get out. Can't get out. Stuck fast in the goop that was slowly covering her.

Worn out from struggling, the pegasus mare slumped over. Her head hanging down, she started to cry.

"I just want to go home..."

[Lux]

Watermelon Gush heard the call of the unicorn mare that saved her telling everypony that they needed to leave. The filly thought long and hard about it but realized something.

"If we leave then these creepy creatures will still be able to capture other ponies. Well I'm going to teach these things a lesson."

The earth pony dashed past the fighting group and dove behind the counter of the bakery. She then popped up on the counter brandishing three cakes, one on each hoof and one on her head.

"I hope you're hungry you buggy creeps," she said tossing her frosted ammo at what she hoped was the lead Changeling.

[Gerrard]

Gerrard felt his claws digging into the floor as Gilda was pulled free. The female griffon was now plastered with green goop and looked like a combination of creepy and funny. Gerrard remained stone faced at her spectacle, deciding to laugh about it later.

"Anyone have chocolate? I see a lot of tasty ants here, Gerrard commented with a smirk as he heard a pony screaming above them. Gerrard had no idea what it was, but he knew they would have to go upstairs after this melee. "We have more bugs upstairs, let's squish these first, he suggested, seeing Gilda and the pyromaniac pony issue a beat down.

Gerrard heard a few cakes collide into something behind the veil of white flour smoke, and he charged forward and delivered a brutal sucker punch to a changeling as it tried to clean its face. The monster went limp and slumped over, Gerrard grabbed the changeling and hurled it across the room into the dwindling crowd of monsters.

He charged forward and gave a strong shoulder tackle to the disrupted crowd of monsters. The costumed gargoyle scattered the crowd while rubbing a sore shoulder as he realized how tough their exoskeletons were.

[Mojo]

The bold proclamation by the costumed Crystal Pony mare went virtually unnoticed. That was to her advantage. Perhaps it was because her now non-shiny body no longer radiated much love that the changlings had left her alone. Or perhaps it was just sheer luck that Tilly Tome had fainted and not placed in a cocoon in the first place. The elderly librarian wasn't going to ask questions, she was going to fight!

"I may not be able to do much, but I'm sure going to do what I can!" she neighed out, rearing up her hind legs to kick an unsuspecting changling from behind. Tilly kept her mind focused on angry thoughts so the changlings could not 'feed' from her as she slowly approached more changlings. Maybe they'd capture her, maybe they still ignore her as being not 'worth their while' but either way, Tilly Tome was going to go down swinging.

[tacobob]

“Good job guys.”, the unicorn smiled briefly as the female griffon, now known to him as ‘Gilda’ was freed from her sticky prison. Still, he found something to be wrong. He was fighting like some crazy warrior, which he wasn’t. He needed to think for a moment. After throwing a changeling into the nearest wall, he decided to follow the green kid’s plan of attack by grabbing several very messy looking cakes and hurling them via his telekinesis at the changelings nearest to Moondancer’s bubble. He had hoped that this, combined with the other’s attacks and distractions would give his beloved mare enough time to get the hay out of the bakery.

The stallion also made sure to keep an eye open towards the older crystal pony. While she looked rather feeble, she was doing a great job at keeping the black scaled monsters off her flank, but Pocket Change decided that once Moon escaped, he would try to do his best to keep any of the creatures from overwhelming her. As he continued to drive off the changelings, the unicorn started to worry. If they were able to drive away the monsters, what would be in Equestria's future? Would the residents of the great land continue as before to live life as it went, or would they be forced to become more paranoid, always worrying that an attack like this would come again at anytime.

OOC: Dwaaah. Changeling Foals (or whatever the call 'em) are cute!

[Rosewind]

The Changeling "Pinkie Pie" cackled at her captives. It was most assuredly certain that all chaos within the bakery broke loose as she sealed everyone within. Meanwhile, the real Pinkie Pie was tied up in one of the bakery cabinets with her pet alligator, Gummy. Her mouth was gagged with a pastry bag, her hooves tied with decorative ribbons. She may as well have been a Hearth's Warming gift. The pink mare struggled as Gummy...gummed at her bonds. She flatlooked at her toothless pet. "Mrrfphhp mm mrfflf." She said, which may have been translated as "Oh Gummy, you're so silly! There's no way you'll be able to chew through that!" Nevertheless, the young alligator persisted. Gum gum gum gum...

After what seemed like a small eternity, Pinkie tugged at her wrists. Nope...her pet hadn't even frayed the ribbon, but the slobber did lubricate it! She tugged and tugged, and her hooves came free. She quickly unfastened the rest of her bonds and shouldered into the inside of the cabinet. It was gooed shut with something. "Oh my, oh dear! Something is happening out there! Gummy, we must escape! Like yesterday! Assume pet mode alpha!" Gummy licked one of his purple, glistening eyes. "You know! Do that cool thing with your tail I taught you." Gummy blinked. "Pretty please? I'll feed ya extra cupcakes tonight!" The alligator straightened his tail, rock rigid. Success! The party mare jammed the tail into the door and levered it open. She lost her balance and tumbled out of the cabinet, right on top of the Pinkie Doppelganger's head. The blow instantly knocked the Changeling out cold. She blinked, standing up, giving a cheerful wave to all of her guests.

"Hiya everypony! Having fun?! I think we're in the middle of an invasion or something, so we'll have to have the party a little later. Quickly, grab all the baking supplies you can! We're going to bake them right out of here!"

[Bellosh]

 

Moondancer's mass-teleportation spell was all fired up and ready to go... but it didn't seem like anyone else was in much of a mood to flee. If the rest wanted to keep on fighting, there wasn't much the Demon Queen could do to convince the group otherwise. All the same, she couldn't just waste her built-up magical energy on nothing... or her shield, for that matter.

 

When the real Pinkie Pie suddenly escaped from a cabinet to lead on the others, Moondancer finally shrugged her shoulders and muttered to herself; "Eh, what the hay." Remembering a nifty trick one of her Spellbound pals taught her, Moon sent a great blast of magic at her bubble... only to make it explode in all directions! Because the shield was cast only to affect changelings, its shattering would cause those love-suckers who were unwary to get blasted into the bakery walls, giving her group time to "bake" the weird creatures out of the establishment.....

[RarityDash]

Gilda would have never imagined she'd be happy to see the real Pinkie Pie show up, but when she did and in doing so took out her impersonator, the commander of the changelings they were fighting, she had to admit she was glad. The timing was just right. Her and Ignition's winning tandem, coupled with the efforts of the other griffon were leaving many changelings floored. To even further turn the tide, her unicorn buddy in the cool costume let loose with some awesome explosion that instantly took out tons of the over-sized bugs. In just a few moments they went from being overwhelmed and in a desperate place to actually winning.

"Heh. So I guess that ability of yours to be completely inescapable can pay off sometimes," Gilda groaned, shaking her head as she looked at Pinkie Pie. She didn't have time to dredge up any of their history to any real extent. She still had bugs to squash.

"C'mon. We're wasting them," she started with a laugh. "Just a few more, including whatever is up stairs!" she added, as she slammed her way through even more changelings.

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[Rosewind]

Pinkie Pie nodded to Gilda, grabbing several armfuls of pies. Yeah, they had history, but bygones were definitely bygones, especially to Pinkie. Unless, of course, you broke a Pinkie Promise.. "Wasting them indeedie! Eat pie! And if you don't like pie, eat cupcakes! And scones! And my rock cake that didn't turn out quite right because I added salt instead of sugar by mistake. Hiiii~ya!" She lobbed pastry after pastry, making her way upstairs. She nailed both of the baby "changelings" with several eclairs to the noggin. They cowered and jumped out the window, splatters of custard covering the nursery walls. "The real Twins're with Mr. and Mrs. Cake in Canterlot. They went up for a pastry convention with Pony Joe for the weekend!"

The pink mare freed Snickerdoodle from her sticky prison, giving her a nice, crushing Earth Pony hug. "Eee, you poor, poor thing! Want some pie? Or a doughnut? It was super swell of you to check on the Twins like you did, even though they were fakie-fakes! I'll definitely have to tell Mr. and Mrs. Cake what happened! Er...I'm sure they'll find out, since the bakery is a bit -- eheehee -- messy!"

She made her way downstairs. "Thanks so much for coming to my Nightmare Night party everyone, even though it was taken over my changelings! At least it wasn't parasprites or something, it would be a pain trying to find a buncha instruments at this time of night! I've got to go see if my friends need help!" With that, Pinkie darted from the messy bakery into the night, intent on finding her friends to make sure they were okay...