Transformations

"Yes Twilight? Are you in need of anything?" Celestia asked after leaving the room she had given to Chrysalis, her eyes were dulled with the disease of sadness, which was quick to infect her protege.

It was their fault that Chrysalis was in the condition she was in, and that made them feel terrible, but that wasn't the worst part. They hadn't seen a lick of any changlings since the attack on Canterlot several months ago, and with this new development of Chrysalis appearing, they were worried that she might be the only one left.

"Why didn't Chrysalis change back into her orignal form when my friends and I confronted her in the Library?" Twilight asked, staring at the ground. "She had no reason to stay in this form she copied once her cover was blown, and where did she copy that form from anyway? There's no records in any of the books I've read of another Alicorn."

Celestial froze, her mouth pulling down into a frown as she mulled over Twilight's questions in her head. She had no idea how to answer any of the questions, she was just as clueless in this matter as her student was. "I'm not sure Twilight, I guess we'll just have to ask her when she's in a better frame of mind."

Her student nodded dumbly, and did an about face, most likely heading towards her chambers to try and find an answer.

"Ow!"

Celestia watched with mild amusement as her student bumped into Trixie Lulamoon, whom her sister had taken as a student, and caused the sky blue  Unicorn with her star covered hat and cloak to fall over. Trixie cried out in pain, her head knocking against the polished marble floor with a dull thud, leaving a ringing sound in her ears.

Twilight helped Trixie back on to her hooves, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear so her lover would calm down.

While it was not the result Celestia expected when she told Twilight to help Trixie, she was in no way disapointed. She felt a sense of pride rise up within her chest whenever she saw Twilight comforting Trixie, who was still on the long road to recovery from the mental and physcsl scarring from whatever had happened to her in the months between the Alicorn Amulet incident, and her reappearence in Ponyville that fatefull day so many weeks ago.

"Here is Twilight Sparkle, now don't forget to keep up with your studies. We will know if you don't."

Celestia looked up at the emotionless voice of her younger sister, who was walking away. Luna had been very stoic these past few weeks since she took Trixie as her personal student, and Celestia was beginning to worry that there was something wrong with her.

"I'm going to go back to my room with Trixie." Twilight said, dragging Celestia's attention back to her.

Celestia nodded in understanding, waiting until they were both out of sight before looking back at the door to Chrysalis's room. She had something important to do anyway.

Celestia opened the door slowly, wary as to what Chrysalis's emotional state was currently like, and was pleasently surprised to find that the Changling hadn't moved an inch since she had left the room to see what Twilight wanted.

"Sorry about that, Twilight wanted to ask me something."

Chrysalis grunted as a confirmation that she had heard, but made no futher comment, content to do nothing but stare down at her hooves in thought.

"Would you like me to get you anything?" Celestia asked, trotting over to the foot of the bed.

"..."

Celestia sighed quietly. She knew that Chrysalis had hated her ever since she had refusen to give the Changling Queen aid in her time of need 300 years after she banished Nightmare Moon, and the attack in Canterlot almost certainly deepened the hatred for her, but Celestia would never have suspected that Chrysalis would give her the silent treatment.

"You know that you can't ignore me forever don't you? Eventually you're going to have to feed, and ponies are the only ones that can feed you the love you so desperately desire."

Chrysalis began shaking, not making a sound, as if she was crying silently.

"Are you okay?"

Celestia reared back as Chrysalis threw her head back, her eyes closing, and erupted into laughter, her chest rising and falling in time with the brief lapse of sound as she inhaled.

Celestia waited until Chrysalis was done before asking the obvious question. "What's so funny?"

Chrysalis reopened her eyes, the yellow green orbs gazed with such an intensity that Celestia felt the need to back away slowly.

"Why would I need to feed on love Princess? Why would I need to do that when they're all dead?" Chrysalis spoke slowly, her abnormally long tongue weaving its way around her mouth like a professional dancer.

Celestia had heard what Chrysalis  said, but her her mind was focused on Chrysalis's mouth to reply with any coherency.

"I'm flattered that you're staring at me like that, I really am, but stop it. It's weird."

The words snapped Celestia out of her daze, and she felt heat flood her cheeks as she blushed in embaressment and struggled to think of a response. When she couldn't think of one she gave up and asked Chrysalis the question she had on her mind. "What did you mean when you asked why you would need to feed on love? You're the Queen of the Changlings, and Changlings feed on love."

Chrysalis groaned in exasperation. "Do I bucking look like a Changling to you?"

It was then that Celestia's mind made the right connections, and her eyes widened as she realized what exactly had happened to Chrysalis.