Bug Pony Stuff


                                            >DONG DING

                                            "Who where?"

                                            >You open up your door and lord in heaven, that is the sexiest horse you've ever seen.

                                            >WOW!  HOT a What Baabhabhiat

                                            >But seriously, she's pretty dang tall compared to your average pony.

                                            >Not as tall as a Princess, but she's getting there.

                                            >This unicorn mare has an acid-green coat and a nice, black mane.

                                            "Can I help you?"

                                            >She looks like she's about to cry, and it's only just now that you notice a few foals hiding behind her.

                                            >"P-please, sir, I need your help. Can my foals and I have a place to stay for the night? It's so cold out, and I don't know where I can go to...."

                                            >Bitch, it is the middle of summer.

                                            >Y'all smell something afoot.

                                            >For example, they looked soaked with water but it hasn't rained in days.

                                            >Second, you can see that one of the foals' disguises has failed, leaving you with a trembling changeling on your doorstep.

                                            >You might could die.

                                            >Then again, when's the last time you had an adventure?

                                            >Or really did anything remotely exciting?

                                            >For you it's just wake up, go to work as a smithy, go home, and go to bed.

                                            >You look back down and the undisguised changeling has gotten bored and is now peeing in your rose bushes.

                                            >....

                                            >Fuck it.

                                            "Sure, come on in. Just make sure to wipe your hooves off before you walk into the carpet. Seems like you were soaked in that storm."

                                            >Will she catch her mistake, or...?

                                            >"Oh, yes, thank you. It sure is... uhm.... oh geez..."

                                            >Nailed it.

                                            "Yeah, those uncontrolled rainclouds sometimes just float on by out of the Everfree."

                                            >You sigh dramatically for effect.

                                            "That's just one of the many risks I take by living so close to the forest's edge."

                                            >You turn back around and smirk at the self-assured look the unicorn mare's got on her face.

                                            >"Yes! Yes, a raincloud just came out of nowhere. Soaked me and my foals right to the chitin."

                                            >There's a brief pause, and then...

                                            >"Bone. Soaked right to the bone."

                                            >Smooth, Chrysalis.

                                            >You call her that because it is very obviously the changeling Queen in disguise.

                                            >This goes on for quite a while.


                                            Two Weeks Later


                                            >You wake up, once again, with the undisguised changeling cuddling you in her sleep.

                                            >You call her Peachy Glory.

                                            >When your guests first started to live here, Chrysalis seemed so legitimately desperate that you honestly just didn't have the heart to point out that you'd seen through her plans.

                                            >And after the one-week mark, you realized that it would be really awkward to bring it up after all that time, so you just let to slide.

                                            >Chrysalis hasn't noticed it, the undisguised changeling hasn't noticed it, and none of the disguised changelings have noticed it either, so you let sleeping dogs lie.

                                            >Peachy Glory does this tiny adorable yawn and her eyes flutter open.

                                            >"Morning, Daddy."

                                            >HHNNNNGG

                                            >Oh, you can't handle this.

                                            >They aren't even your kids but they've got you wrapped around their hooves.

                                            "Morning, Peachy. Sleep well?"

                                            >You give her weird head fin a rubbing, and Peachy Glory purrs like a cat.

                                            "Yeah-huh. Can we go wake up Mommy now?"

                                            "Sure thing."

                                            >Seems these foals have paired you up with Chrysalis.

                                            >Or, "Sherbet Dasher", as she prefers to go by.

                                            >When you go to her room (aka the laundry room), you find her asleep in her natural form.

                                            >Again.

                                            >"Mommy! Mommy, it's time to get up!"

                                            >Peachy runs onto Chrysalis's bed (aka a pile of unwashed laundry) and nudges her nose with a hoof.

                                            >Chrysalis snorts and slowly opens her eyes, which go wide when she finally spots you.

                                            >Quick as a flash, she turns back into Sherbet Dasher and grins nervously at you.

                                            >>"G-good morning, Anon. Sleep w-well?"

                                            >You just smile and play along.

                                            "Sure did, Sherbet. Want to help me make some breakfast?"

                                            >>"Ab-absolutely."

                                            >Chrysalis picks up Peachy by the scruff of her neck and carries her into your kitchen.

                                            >She'll wake up her other foals when she's done pretending to eat.