Big Mac slung the body on the floor, staring at it before glancing at Spike as he turned a shade green.

"They ponynapped Twilight." He said. "Spike, ah say its time we get the princesses."

"Finally!" He yelled. "But, I still have one, tiny little question."

"Well, spit it out."

"Why did you kill our only lead!?"

He flinched from the dragons voice, as his ears stopped ringing, he passed Spike and went upstairs.

Spike stood there, suspicion etched across his ill stricken face. He heard a few thumps from above and turned back to the stairs.

Big Mac was coming down, a restrained changeling slung on his back.

"You!" Spike yelled at the changeling. "You had something to do with this!? Didn't you!?" He said letting smoke pour out of his nostrils.

"Now hold on," Big Mac said setting the changeling down. "He pparently' wants to help. He says he knows where Twilight was taken."

Spike blew a small puff in the changeling's direction.

"Well, talk if you want to help." Spike said. "Standing here isn't-"

"She has been taken to Chrysalis's hive." The changeling spat. "She has not been harmed. We must hurry if we are to stop Chrysalis and save mare."

"She has a name you know." Spike said. "Twilight."

"She had ordered drone to not say new queen, so drone says that." He said. "This changeling, thought to replace her." It spat. "It deserved far worse than death."

"Now hold on," Big Mac said. "Do ya know how to get to the hive?"

"Yes. Drone was once worker for old queen."

"Good." Big Mac said picking up the body. "Spike, send a letter to Celestia, that were comin' with a gift. And untie the varmint."

Spike shook his head in disbelief but did as told. As he untied the changeling, Big Mac was in deep thought, a troubled expression on his face.

'What could that bug want with Twilight?' He thought. 'Is she planning to kill her? Brainwash her?' He sighed shaking his head slowly. 'Why can't things be normal for once in this town? And why does the worst things happen to the ones I love?'

"Big Mac," Spike said staring at him. "Are you... Are you crying?"

Big Mac shook his head quickly, wiping away a few drops of the salty liquid from his eyes.

"Eeyup," he said. "It's just a lot happenen' right now. Ah finally get a marefriend and she gets taken away..." He sighed before his expression became hard. "If they do anything to her, ah'll show em' why ya don't mess with an apple. Come on yall, we've got a train to catch."

With that said they all exited; Spike walking next to Macintosh while he carried the dead changeling, the live one walked next to him, opposite of Spike.

As they walked, ponies quickly backed away clearing the street. All of them watching nervously as Macintosh carrying a changeling he had speared minutes before, was walking next to a live one.

Big Mac stopped, cocking his head his already frustrated expression grew. Shaking his head he picked up Spike by his top scales and set him down on the living changeling.

"Big Mac, why did you put me on this thing!" Spike yelled letting small trickles of flame lick at his teeth.

"Cause' there's a crowd up ahead at the train station." He replied. "Ah don't want ya gettin' lost or trampled. Now hush up and quit whinin' like some prissy foal."

Spike merely stared at him before looking down at the ground in front of his holed steed.

As they eared the station, what Big Mac had thought was an angry banter as usual there, turned out to be surprised chatter.

As they entered the frenzy, the crowd began to quiet with the occasional gasp or whisper.

When he stopped at the platform, he saw no train, he looked towards the tracks as they rose and saw the train partially hanging out from the bottom of them.

"Well, now what?" Spike asked. "How are we going to get to the princesses?"

Big Mac stared ahead, sliding his jaw to the side a few times an idea came to him. A crazy, stupid idea.

"Spike, that fire of yours, it can send thing's to Celestia, right?"

"Yeah? Why...?" He asked uneasily.

"Do ya think it could send a few ponies up there?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his green eye.

"What! Are you insane!?" Spike yelled. "That could end up fusing us all together!"

"Eenope. Just me. This one here can carry ya up. Just send me and the dead varmint."

Spike just stared at him, with a bemused expression. After consideration, he did the most logical thing that came to mind. He face-clawed with both claws, his broke arm was a slight challenge to him though but it was deserved.

"Do you want to be sent to Celestia, or Luna?" He sighed.

"Celestia." He nodded. "Ah don't think Luna Would react to kndly if ah told her that her first friend was just ponynapped."

He nodded before sucking in a gulp of air. Big Mac stepped back along with a few curious ponies.

Big Mac closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. He didn't even flinch from the sound of Spike belching out a large cloud of fire.

As the flames hit him, he felt nothing but the cool air around him as if he were standing. He heard the collective gasp of the crowd but when he tried to look, he immediately saw ever single thing around his gaseous magical cloud. He immediately shut his non-existent eyes from the pain his brain had of processing it all.

As Spike watched the cloud swiftly fly up, he looked down at the changeling beneath him.

"Well, go on, up you go." He said.

The changeling shrugged before jumping off the platform and onto the tracks. As security ponies came to gt them off, they stopped dead in their tracks when the changeling began calmly, almost relaxed, walking up the sheer cliff side; completely out of their reach they tried to get some pegasi up but none would volunteer because of the fear for the changeling.

Canterlot Castle Throne Room.

"-and so, if we increase the flow of grain in the northern farms, it could drastically help our relations with the minotaurs." Finished a yellow stallion in a black suit; a smile on his face as he looked to Celestia as she calmly thought it over with a solid poker-face.

"It seems like an excellent idea," she said making him smile wider. "But," his smile fell shortly. "What do the tap-dancing rabbits have to do with any of that?"

"Well, if you let my associate, Grain Mill explain, she can-"

At that moment, a large cloud of green smoke came in under the golden doors and became still over the base of the throne. Celestia looked on with slight curiosity, but that soon turned to shock and confusion when it began to solidify it's cargo.

Big Mac fell with a start, slamming into the lowest and largest of the gold steps. He rolled off with the wind taken out of him. Next came the changeling corpse; it merely hit the step with a sickening crunch as green blood started to drip down.

Big Mac choked and wheezed, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as a few puffs of draconic smoke came out.

Celestia, seeing the poor stallion choking, sent a gentle spell and expelled the pollutant from his lungs. As he sucked in a few breaths, the guards rushed over.

As soon as he took in a deep breath, the first of the guards in the hall backed away, eyes wide as the red stallion stood over him. And he did not look like he needed a guard pointing a spear at his throat or else he'd get throttled.

"Sir Macintosh," Celestia spoke. "I do not mind visits, but magical fire to arrive? Never have I seen such a thing. May I ask why there is a dead changeling-"

"Twilight's been ponynapped." He sputtered out still trying to catch his breath.

All the noise in the room stopped, Celestia sat on her throne a slightly shocked expression on her face as she stared down at the body.

Slowly, the room began to heat up. The ponies in it started to sweat, and before long were prancing on the tips of their hooves. Celestia was the only one not bothered by it as she watched the changeling corpse begin to boil from the inside.

The gold on the doors slwoly began to drip, the guards used their own magic to keep their rapidly heating armor from burning into them. The ponies without any magic or protective armor were left prancing on the floor, panting like a pack of huskies in the Saneighran Desert.

In a swift, and grateful moment, all the excess heat in the room vanished when Celestia turned her head to the side. Letting out a slow exhale, she was lost from sight in a sudden flash of light and a deafening bang.

Celestia swept the large dust cloud away with a few flaps of her wings before looking back towards the ponies, who, were staring at the missing wall.

"Now," she said rising from the throne. "Guards, Grain Mill and Grain Seed, please leave immediately. I wish to speak with Macintosh in private."

Without another word, the guards ushered the two business ponies out and closed the large doors shut with some difficulty getting them open and shutting. But not before a flurry of noise, spears and a dragon riding a changeling came barreling in as the gap closed.

Spike was clutching his chest as the changeling panted, seemingly ready to fall out at any moment on the red carpet leading to the throne.

"Bout' time yall got here." Big Mac said picking himself up. "Ah was just bout' to get cooked."

"My apologies for that. I overreacted slightly," Celestia said. "It is not everyday my prized student's coltfriend appears in my throne room using Spike's fire, bringing a dead changeling and telling me that my prized student has been ponynapped. I can only take so much information at a comfortable pace."

"Your guards nearly killed me!" Spike yelled falling down on his good arm. "With all do respect..." He said meekly.

"As I would have thought considering a dragon riding a changeling had just come running through the halls." Celestia said. "Now, do any of you know where Twilight is?"

"Yes!" The changeling said walking shakily to the alicorn. "She is at old queen's hive. She is safe, drone can feel mental connection with mare."

"Very well, I will get Luna and a squadron of guards." She looked over at the missing wall and splayed her ears back. "And perhaps a stone mason."

"Actually, ah think ah already have a plan." Big Mac said. "Somehtin' a little bit more suttle than a big group of guards rushin' in like maniacs."

"Oh no," Spike groaned. "He's got that look in his eye again."

"He has a look?" Celestia asked peering down slightly at the farmer as he got a small smirk. "It seems he does. Is that beneficial or negative?"

"Negative." Spike said flatly. "Definitely negative."

Author's Notes:

Chrysalis dun goofed.
Dead! Dead! Dead! Dea-wait am I thinking out loud again?... Um. Go Ponies?