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>This wasn’t right.
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>You did everything right.
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>Everything.
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>There wasn’t a single hero in Equestria left free when you sprung your trap.
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>All the threats were netted before they had a chance to run and regroup.
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>And then fate itself decided that you could go hang.
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>It was all the traitor’s doing.
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>The fool had no idea what he was carrying out.
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>The old ways were obscured for a reason.
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>Bit by bit you stripped him of the corruption, until the idiot unicorn gave him the one idea you’d hoped he’d miss.
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>The traitor’s beam hit hard.
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>You lifted off your hooves, thrown by the love into your throne with a resounding crunch of crystal and chitin.
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>Dazed, you watched in horror as the traitor embraced corruption.
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>He emerged whole and strong.
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>Changelings were not meant to be whole.
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>They CAN’T be whole, never again.
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>Inside your broken body, you felt the love he shared trying to fill you in.
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>Trying to “fix” you.
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>You pushed it away, but it was insistent.
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>There was a damn good reason they’d never thought about sharing love before, even if they never knew it.
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>His unicorn ally was too charismatic for her own good.
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>The the others began to rally, began to accept the traitor’s words.
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>Even as you tried and failed to rise on a cracked leg, the second beam struck.
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>Then the third.
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>Then fourth.
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>Fools, they had no idea what they were doing.
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>Each jolt carried more love.
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>Raw, and unfiltered.
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>Love for their queen, their mother, their family.
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>A forbidden fruit, that your swarm was now so happily devouring.
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>Each changeling that joined the traitor poured more crushing love into you.
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>You fought it as well as you could, battered as you were.
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>And it fought back, from within and without.
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>The blasts fell like hammer blows on your cracked shell before seeping deep inside.
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>You refused to let it in.
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>Refused to let it corrupt you like all the others.
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>And so it built, like water behind a floodgate.
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>Each new pulse sent your aching body thrumming with more and more heretical love.
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>And soon it began to show.
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>Your fleshy middle spread out on the cracked crystalline throne.
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>Still you refused to let it in.
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>Dozens of changelings had already transformed, but your hive numbered in the tens of thousands.
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>You were in too much pain from your broken shell, there was no hope to focus on a spell to escape.
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>The constant barrage of love made it impossible to move away, not that your spider-webbed exoskeleton could still support you.
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>Your only consolation was that the fools would suffer the fate they chose.
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>You wouldn’t.
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>No matter what.
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>Never again.
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>And so you fought on, if only with will.
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>A pain unlike anything you’d experienced jolted through your withers and back, accompanied by a echoing crack.
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>You let out a scream as your chitin split wider along the crack, forced open by the rejected love.
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>A bulge of pulsing pale flesh pressed out through the gap, widening it further with a rolling crunch
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>Beam after beam tested you, each and every one of them offering a salvation from your torment.
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>Another crack sounded, this time the pain came from your flank.
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>Slowly your whole body swelled with the love you scorned, the love of your swarm.
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>Your family.
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>Bit by bit it broke you apart.
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>Chitin split and sundered, shards dropping to the ground around your swelling form as you outgrew your body.
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>It hurt.
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>But you’ve felt worse pain.
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>Unimaginable pain.
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>You would never go back to the old ways.
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>Nothing could drag you back to them after all that you had lost from them.
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>You cracked again under the onslaught of love, this time it was your thorax plate separating from your neck as your chest pushed outward.
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>Everywhere, you were coming undone.
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>Other plates followed.
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>No longer content to force apart the weakened stretches of chitin, the roiling love inside you began to pull you apart at the seams.
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>Your hive’s love levered plates apart, surging flesh filling gaps as the connective tissues between gave way in spilling tears.
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>The cascade of love only grew as more and more of your swarm joined the fool.
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>The larger plates finally worked loose, dropping one by one onto your throne in dull clatters.
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>Your body more resembled a pale green sack than a living creature.
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>pieces of your old self still clung on in places, if only barely.
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>Three hooves.
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>One haunch.
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>A small stretch on your back.
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>The only place that was yet to be sundered was your head and neck, and your neck’s ringlets were rapidly spacing out.
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>Without your hardened outer skin, the blows of love pressed into your fleshy form at full force.
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>Each one felt like a buck meant to burst you.
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>You could stop it.
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>All you had to do was let the love in.
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>But you wouldn’t.
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>You’d killed so many in your carelessness.
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>Lovers.
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>Friends.
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>Husbands.
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>You’d never go back to that.
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>You’d endure anything to prevent pain like that again.
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>And so you did.
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>A pair of wet crunches sounded, as your neck’s plating broke apart.
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>Without support, your head drooped forward, hair sweeping forward like a veil.
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>Your crown came tumbling off, bouncing once on the throne’s edge before falling to the floor.
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>A new fracture called out, tracing a fine line from your right eye and down your cheek.
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>Let them walk into this hell they’ve chosen.
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>Another echoing split jolted from your left eye.
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>Thorax will learn.
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>He’ll lead them well enough.
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>Your whole body was distorted with love, a pale fleshy mockery of what you used to be.
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>You knew there was no more room for love.
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>The cracks in your countenance widened, tracing pale streaks down to your chin.
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>He will learn to love.
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>When they start dying, he’ll hate himself for it.
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>And Thorax will welcome the hunger back like an old friend.
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>With a wet snap you felt your brow loosen, and brow to jaw your last few plates clatter to the ground as the love forced itself into your body’s last refuge.
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>Even now, you could accept it.
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>Welcome it in.
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>Save yourself.
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>It wouldn’t be worth it.
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>A beam strikes again, and you feel a sharp pain needle through your distended and amorphous sack of a body.
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>Again, the next changeling to offer you love strikes you, and the needling sensation never leaves.
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>Your whole self is at it’s limit.
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>With what little strength you can muster without skeletal support, you tilt your head a few meagre inches to the right.
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>The curtain of tattered hair parts against your soft muzzle, giving you one half-focused eye to see.
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>Thorax.
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>He looks just like you used to.
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>So proud.
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>So naive.
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>Let him love his friends to death.
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>Let him build his own towers of bones and grief.
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>Let him learn that cruelty is the only kindness he can give his swarm.
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>He will make a fine leader.
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>One final beam courses into you, and you almost feel happy.
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>Tears and seams split wide along your soft and bloated body, and you feel yourself rip apart.
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