>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.