The Changeling Next Door

"If you're going to leave the hive, you most certainly can't be looking like that."
In the queen's private chambers, Feedback sat on a small seat by a large dresser. Chrysalis circled around him, admiring his clothed body. Oh how she'd love to just rip that muscle shirt off of him and lick whipped cream off his nipples.

"What's wrong with the way I dress?"Fred asked, looking into the mirror, examining his face for what ever could possibly be wrong.

"Oh no....it's not only your clothes, it's the way you look. I've already told you before that you can't leave the hive looking like a changeling."

Fred nodded. He was well aware of the way other ponies react to changelings. He knows his race is shunned, and that he should never reveal his true self.

"Luckily, there is always a solution." Chrysalis hopped over to her hairdresser. She changed out of her satin dress, and into an elegant, black nightgown, with multiple hues of dark green. She opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a box.

"I call this the Forgettable Box." She says, handing Fred the box. It was a small white shoe box, with green lipstick on the corner. Inside the box were photos, photos of stallions and mares of all shapes and sizes.

"These are photos I've collected over the years of unremarkable ponies. Ponies who were easily forgotten, nobodies, or long dead." As Fred looked at the photos, his mother rested her humongous chest mounds atop his head like a round flesh hat as she bent over to look at the photos too.

"If you take the form any of these ponies, no one will recognize your fake identity, cause chances are, they have no relation or memories of that person to even acknowledge you're them." She wrapped her black, smooth arms around his neck. The friction between his skin and hers sparked an all too familiar furnace in her abdomen.

She wants nothing more then to take him here and now, but she must wait. Bid her time.

Feedback looked at the small photos. Many of the ponies truly did look like John Doe's and Plane Jane's. completely forgettable faces. Easily erased from an history of archive because they never left a mark on the world to be even given a second glance. As he scrolled through, a certain picture caught his fancy.

It was a picture of a young stallion, about Fred's age. He had long black hair that fell over his shoulders, and fur as brown as rich milk chocolate. He smiled a goofy smile as he stood next to another mare, with ivory skin and red hair. They looked so happy, yet nobody else in the world has this photo. Two souls that were silenced forever.

"You like that one?" Chrysalis moaned as she nuzzled his neck.

Fred never really knew why his mother was so touchy-feely. After his eighteenth birthday, his mother has been displaying more signs of physical affection. He never knew why....maybe he'll never know.

"It's a nice one. I think this should work."

Standing up from the cushion, he focused onto the stallion in the photo. He concentrated on his facial features, his hair color, eye color, and just about every other physical traits. His physic was not unlike Fred's own, just a little broader shoulders.

In seconds, as he examined the photo, Fred's body began to morph. His black skin was soon coated with brown fur, as his muscle structure changed slightly. His hair changed color, and grew all the way down his shoulders. Change eye color, change of teeth alignment, the replacement of his purple changeling tail with a long black pony tail, and various other details were made to alter his appearance until he was the spitting image of the stallion in the photo.

"Mama likey..." Chrysalis cooed as she watched her son turn into yet another amazingly hot and hunky stallion. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his midsection . "No matter what you look like, you'll alway by mine." She nuzzled her check into his well ripped chest. He was a few inches taller now, but he was always a head taller then her mother.

"I know mom...I love you too." She tousled her uncombed mane with his now wider hand. Even if he took another form, touching him was still a pleasant feeling. Maybe even more so by his soft fur.

"Mom...you can let go now..." Chrysalis moved back a little.

"We'll now you have a change of body, lets have a change of clothes." She smirked, snapping her fingers. Her horn glowed as a large closet behind her opened, revealing long shelves of clothing. In reality, Fred looked fine the way he looked, but she just needed an excuse to get him to take his pants off.

She looked through the various clothing. There certainly was alot of articles, and accessories in there.

She pulled out a sailor suit.
"Naw...too old spice."

She pulled out a gold long sleeved shirt with a silver arrow symbol on the right breast.
"Too treckie."

Next was a steam punk armor with a tinker music box.
"Gosh how did that get in here? It should be in the armory." She gently set the tinker box aside, being very careful not to trigger it.

"I think this outfit should be nice." A green glow engulfed an outfitted set of clothing and floated over to her bed. It was a modest black turtle neck sweater, with tan khakis. "You'll look lovely in this."

Fred walked over to the set of clothes. He picked up the turtle neck sweater, it had the musky scent of old cologne. It wasn't all that noticeable, and it was a pleasant smell. But as he unbuckled his belt, he looked at his mother.

"What?" She asked.

"Um...I'll go change in my room."

Chrysalis let out a laugh. "Feedback my love, I am your mother, I've seen you naked before, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Fred still didn't strip.

"Okay, how about this. I'll run around and close my eyes." She slowly turned around and held a well manicured hand in front of her eyes. As Fred slid off his pants, he didn't notice that the bulge in his knickers was being watched by his mother through the mirror. Even when he took another form, the only thing he didn't change was his stallion hood.

"Alright I'm done." Chrysalis turned around to look at her son. He now looked like something out of an Canterlot fashion magazine. Such pose, such grace, such masculinity! James Bond got nothing on him. Even as Chrysalis eyed her sexy son, she could imagine him as some secret agent in a spy movie. This would be the out fit he would wear as he seduces the heroine by the fire place in some log cabin during a blizzard.

She let out a girlish squeal of approval at his handsome repertoire.

"Oh you look so adorable!" She skipped up to him and gave him another hug. Her hands were a little lower this time, instead of on his mid section, her slender fingers trailed along the small of his back, a little above his tail. How she'd love to pull his tail just to get him aroused. She knew stallions sometimes like having their tails pulled just about as much as a mare does.

"Heh...uh...thanks mom." He said, hugging her back. His strong arms wrapped around her upper body onto her exposed shoulders. It made her body quiver as his hands slid over her back.

"Oh yes......." She sighed. "Touch me more...."

"What was that?" He asked.

"Nothing!"

"You've packed spare underwear?"

"Yes mom."

"You got your toiletry kit?"

"Yes mom."

Near the mouth of the grand palace cave, a chariot awaited the departure of the prince of the changelings. His loving mother checked off a list as a changeling bus boy loaded his light luggage into the carriage.

"Oh...and one more thing." Chrysalis motioned her hands for Fred to lean in closer.

"Did you pack mister Peabody?" She whispers.

"Mom!" Fred hissed, his face turning beat red. "Don't say it out loud. Yes I packed it!"

Mister Peabody was a device that Fred designed himself. Since his eighteenth birthday, he began to be more self aware of his "gift". He learned that if he didn't get himself off in a prolonged period of time, he might under go harsh withdrawal symptoms. But just masturbation wasn't enough to satisfy his animalistic demands. His mother of course would love to have her son rut her until her legs were sore, but she loved him to much to use him like that.

Fred was always the techie kind of guy, so he built mister Peabody.

Mister Peabody was a elongated device that slides around his tool, and pleasures him. It was a very nifty and ingenious device. It was self lubricated, with biosphere synthetic muscle tissue that contracts and expands, as well as generate heat. After a few moments on this thing, Fred relieves himself, and the device bottles his semen into a vial that pops out the top.

Why does he bottle his jizz? You'll find out soon enough.

"I don't understand why you need all these." Chrysalis sighed as she sifted through a bag of vials full of a milk white substance.

"You'd be surprised mom, that stuff is pretty useful." The bus boy loaded all the luggage into the the cart and bowed as he took his leave.

"Remember Fred, you're on vacation." Chrysalis said as she adjusted his turtle neck sweater. "So take it easy. Have fun. And tell her she's pretty, they love that." Fred let out a nevous laugh.

"Your carriage awaits sire." A changeling servant bowed and showed his gloved hands to the carriage.

The carriage was roofless. It looked more like an over sized sleigh with gothic designs of black vines and creeper plants. A lugger changeling was pulling the cart.

Lugger changelings are a species of changeling that walk on all fours. Their body structure is much like a bear's, and they are often used to pull heavy weights or for travel.

"Are you sure you can get there by yourself,? You've never been to northern Equestria before." Chrysalis asked with great concern.

"Do not worry your majesty." The servant said. "Squiggle is one of our best luggers. He has the path memorized."

"Squiggle know where to go!" The lugger exclaimed, looking back from the front of the carriage with a goofy smile. He was obviously not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Fred hopped up on to the chariot, and sat back in the comfy leather seats. It was going to be a smooth ride to paradise.

"Before you go, take this." Chrysalis handed him a small black card. "This is the royal revenue redict. Take this to any bit bank, and you'll have acces to the royal funds. Just don't go buying a private island, okay?"

"Thanks mom." Fred looked at the blank card, then noticed his mom giving him an odd look.

"What?" He asked. Chrysalis turned her cheek and pointed at it with her slender black finger. "Oh yeah..."

Fred leaned in an kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Have a fun trip honey!" Chrysalis waved as her son rolled off the palace courtyard. He waved back, and off he went. To a place where things may just be alright.

"Have....fun." Chrysalis was a little sad to see her son go. She'll greatly miss him. But it was for the best, he wanted to go see the world, and who is she to stop him? He was young, passionate, intelligent, he needed to experience life outside his mother's embrace. As well as one other certain reason.

From atop her balcony, chrysalis watched the tiny carriage roll into the forest, out of sight. She let out a sigh of relief.

"He's safe." she whispered.

The room was silent, only the wind from the summer breeze could be heard as it whisked through the balcony window. That, and another noise.

The subtle bubbling of goo became audible as a puddle of black, slimy substance began to pool on the floor in the queen's chambers. A blob of fleshy goo sprouted from the puddle, dripping, melting. It made disgusting sucking noises as the blob sprouted long arms with gnarled hands. The head of a wrinkly old changeling popped from the top of the blob. It was a frightening face to look at, with drawn, sunken cheeks, and hollow black eyes. It was like something out of and old German horror film.

"Your highnessssss." The creature hissed as the black goo he spawned from hardened into a long cloak of black fabric that completly covered his body. "I bring newssssss."

"Cess, you really mustn't materialize in my bedroom, you always leave a mess on my rug." Chrysalis said flatly as she turned to greet the elder changeling.

"My apologiessssss" he lifted his cloak above his white, shriveled ankles to show a large black stain on the queen's carpet.

"I have a messsssage from the high council." He spoke, hissing every time he pronounced his s's. like a snake slithering its toungue. "The piecessssss have been placed, and the plan sssssset in motion."

"Good." Chrysalis nodded her head. A direct order from the high changeling council was often a good or bad sign. It's good to know the plan, which was under development for sixteen years, was finally falling in place.

"Where's your sssssson?" Cess hissed, tilting his head at a disturbing sharp angle. So far to where his ear touched his shoulder.

"He's taking a trip." Chrysalis responded emotionlessly , folding her arms over her bouncy rack.

" I don't mean to acusssssse you. But consssssspiracy against the high council could ressssssult in sssssevere punisssssshment." Cess said, his black eyes growing wide as his head turned completly around, his skinny neck making horrible snapping sounds as his vertebrae shattered.

"You know me." Chrysalis made a bow. "I would never betray the council." With that, cess began to melt into the floor. Like jello pudding, his body structure fell apart. His eyeballs melted out of his head as his body distorted into nothing but a puddle of bubbly goo on the carpeted floor.

" I must remain loyal, or Feedback would pay the price."

It was a nice summer day for a carriage ride. The prince of the changelings sat back in his seat, twiddling his new long black hair with a finger. He tried to think of a good name for his new form. Something catchy and cool. A name that fits him as much as it fit his new body.

"Awesome sauce!" He exclaimed. But shook his head. "Nah....to literal."

He looked at his muscular forearms. The soft brown fur on his body was very pleasant to the touch. It was rich, and healthy...kinda like....

"Cocoa!" He exclaimed again. This time he nodded in contempt of his incredibly smart and original name that he thought of.

The carriage ride was pretty boring. The lugger didn't say anything, and there was nothing to see but trees. It was driving him nuts from the silence all around.

"So....what's your name fella?" Fred asked as he looked over to the lugger pulling the chariot ever so slowly.

"My name Squiggle!" The lugger boomed. "I pull stuff!" Fred could already tell the level of intelligence of their conversation is going to be exceedingly low.

"Do like to do things other then pull stuff?" Fred asked.

"I poke a dirt." Squiggle looked back at the prince. "What do you do?" Squiggle wasn't entirely smart enough to realize he was speaking to royalty.

"Me?" Fred held a hand to his chest. "I like to read, and tinker here and there.."

"Tin...ker?" Squiggle asked confused by Fred's unfamiliar expression.

"Tinker....you know. Someone who plays with contraptions, and mechanics."

"Con....trap....tions?" Now Squiggle was completely lost by this complex use of words.

Fred just sighed. This was going to take a while.

"Here, let me show you an example." The prince dug through one of his luggage bags until he pulled out a small, long case. "This is something I just finished just a while ago." Clicking the case open with his thumbs, he lifted the tiny lid, and pulled out a long object just shorter then a yard stick. It had a handle with a trigger, and a long double barreled muzzle. Painted jet black with green and white designs near the shell chamber.

"This is a weapon used by our changeling ancestors called a "break action shotgun"" he showed it in Squiggle's ray of vision. "I modified it to use another type of a ammunition since they don't make the shells anymore."

"Ammu....." Squiggle started, staring in awe at the strange object.

"It takes these." Fred interrupted him. He pulled up another bag and pulled out one of his vials of seed, broke open the loading canister chamber, and slid one in. "This stuff can be pretty lethal."

"What is it?" Squiggle asked now curious of the strange white fluid.

"Uh..." Fred paused for a minute. Should he tell him that it was just a vial of his super semen? Maybe not. "It's best if you didn't know."

A long silence fell between the two changelings. Squiggle wasn't much of a conversation starter. Fred just fiddled with one of the vials of his semen. It felt so warm. It practically hummed with energy. Such power in such a small liquid. Fred couldn't believe this stuff was churning in his body, it was like a weaponizeablce battery that not only cured some minor diseases, it was also an antidepressant, an antiseptic, and much else that he didn't know from experimenting since in his mind, he was still a virgin.

The only thing he knew it couldn't do, from his examination under the microscope, he realized to his horror. His seed wasn't seed at all. It lacked the proper gambits to produce life. It couldn't fertilize an egg.

It deeply saddened him to know he may never have children of his own.

"Why you go ponyville?" Squiggle suddenly asked.

"Actually..." Fred started. "I've always wanted to leave the hive one day to see the world. I want to know what's out there." He pointed a hand out to the rolling hills in the distance. "I've always wondered what ponies were like, but I'm always cooped up in my palace with only these gadgets and my mom...."

His heart filled with joy at knowing he was finally living the dream. He was outside now. No escorts, no guards, no rules. Just experience.

"What would it be like to be a part of their world..." Ponies were mysterious to him. He never met one, but knew what they looked like. What wonderful creatures they may be. What things they have accomplished! It made him shiver with glee at knowing his destination would be full of friendly ponies.

"But changeling face same problem." Squiggle said. "Changeling must always hide from pony. Pony no like changeling. Must pretend to be pony so pony no kill you."

"It got really dark all of a sudden." Night time has fallen onto the forest. The once happy landscape became layers of dense, dark forest. "If the map is correct, this should be the Everfree forest."

Fred looked about the trees. Many woodland creatures hid in the shadows, but he could see them plain as day. Changelings can see in the dark after all. "Just follow the path Squiggle, we should be reaching Ponyville soon."

Squiggle was shaking uncontrollably, jumping at every sound around him. "Me no like forest any more!" He whined.

"Squiggle...are you achluopobic?" Fred gave him a weird look.

Squiggle just looked back at him, his green eyes wide with fear. "I no know what that means!" He squeaked.

"It means...are you scared of the dark?" The forest was really dark. To an average pony, they'd be blind as a bat.. But to a changeling, it was just a slight darkening of the vision.

"You shouldn't be scared of the dark bud. You can see in it just like me."

"But that worse!" Squiggle quivered. "Then you can see when something attacks you!"
Honestly. Of all the things for him to be scared of.

"Did you hear that!?" Squiggle rocked the chariot as he jumped from a noise.

"I don't hear anything, but I do smell something." A horrible odor began to filter about the air. It was the equivalent of rotting eggs and seafood. "Dang Squiggle. Was that you?" Fred said, fanning the air with his palm.

"It....not....me...." Squiggle trembled as he stared at the pair of two glowing eyes in the bushes.

Not one, but several eyes opened from the darkness, glowing a menacing yellow color. Squiggle back the cart away from the bushes, but it bumped against a tree, preventing further movement.

"Squiggle, what is...." Fred froze at the sight of the several pair of eyes in the bushes. A low growl shivered the leaves. Monstrous beasts of the the forest resided in the darkness of the timbers. Horrid creatures formed from the very cursed lumber of the timber trees themselves. The Timber wolves.

"Oh shnickeys..." The timberwolves emerged from the bushes. Their long sleek bodies of discarded wood and splinters. Drooling from their mouths, a toxic venom, possibly the cause of their ghastly breath.

"Don't panic Squiggle..." Fred said softly to the absolutely terrified lugger. "You're bigger than them...you can easily.."

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHh!!!!!!!!!!" Squiggle's bravery finally caved in as he turned tail and ran away as fast as he could. The force of his powerful sprint jackknifed the chariot, unlatching it from the lugger, and tipping it over. The prince, and all his luggage scattered all over the ground as Squiggle ran away.

"Squiggle!" Fred shouted, but he was already out if sight. Alone with the hungry timberwolves.

"Crap..." They began to surround the prince, licking their sharp splintery wooden teeth. There were possibly nine in total, but
More could be seen coming from the darkness.

"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Fred fumbled around his luggage. He needed something, anything to fight these things off. Even if they were only made of wood, one bite of that venom and it's all over.

"Where is it! Where is it!" A wolf was just a few feet away as it reared its haunches, ready to ponce.

"Can't find it!" It bared its fangs while Fred fruitlessly searched his luggage. It lunged for Fred's throat!

"Aaaaaaaggghh!!!"

KERBLAM! BOOM!

Hisssssssss.........

The lunging timber wolf exploded into millions of tiny little slivers after Fred discharged a blast from his hot semen shotgun. He stared in awe. He never used the gun on an live target before, only at a shooting range. He had no idea it could cause so much damage! Even the tree a yard behind the timber wolf had a patch of brutally shredded bark.

The wolves howled in anger at their fallen comrade, and lunged at the prince in droves.

KERBLAM!

Another wolf tuned to toothpicks. Fred readied for another shot as a timber wolf ran up to him.

Click....

Oh snap! He forgot! It only holds two vials in the chamber! Fred broke open the shotgun and fumbled around for another vial. The wolf was right on him! Only inches away!

Fred could only cover his face as the woodland monster pounced on him, throwing him to the ground. He yelped in surprise.

The creature was surprisingly strong for a hunk of wood. Without hesitation, the vile wolf bit down on Fred's forearm. Hard. The sharp splintery wood stabbed through his flesh, pumping his veins with sickening venom.

Fred screamed and pain and tried to kick off the wolf, but it kept tearing at his flesh with its teeth lodged in. It tried to rip his arm off!

But it didn't matter now. Fred was done. The timber venom was already coursing through his body. His whole arm felt numb, his hearing plugged, and his life fading. How could this happen? So close to paradise? A prince devoured by bloodthirsty timber wolves. His mother will be heart broken.

In one final attempt to save himself, With the last bit of strength left in his body, Fred kicked the wolf in the stomach. The loose wood finally shattered to pieces leaving only a row of razor sharp wood stabbed through his arm.

After one wolf got a piece of him, the others wanted to join too. Fred was on his knees, looking in horror at the pack of wolves about to rip him to shreds. Well this sucks.

KERPOOF!

One timber wolf exploded as it was stabbed through the back by a long spear.

KERPOOF!

Another exploded into chunks of wood, followed by another.

Like a masked vigilante. A mare holding a burning torch leapt between the wolves and the immobilized Fred. Oh my gosh! It's the batmare! No....it isn't her, but nonetheless, it was his savior.

The wolves hissed and growled at the sight of the mare's burning torch. The fire struck fear into their nonexistent hearts. One felt brave, and tried to lunge at the mysterious mare with black and gray stripes, but was thrown to the ground by her untamed might.

Fred couldn't stay conscious to see this mare with a Mohawk fight off the timberwolves. The venom was possibly putting him to sleep permanently. The last thing he heard before blacking out was the sound of a mare's voice with a heavy native accent.

"My my, what have we here? By the gods, your death is near."