The Changeling Next Door

The Changeling Mother Hive. Unknown location.

"I hate this job." Rieane said to herself. It was a very slow and boring day at the changeling palace. Rieane, changeling guard, first class, stood post in front of the closed conference room doors.

There is nothing more monotonous then standing in front of a door for hours on end. Being a changeling door guard truly is one of the worst jobs imaginable. You just stand there...doing nothing!

Rieane shuffled her feet a little. She's been standing up so long, her thighs started to fall asleep. Luckily, palace guard armor was open at the sides so she can drop her paper weight of a long spear and vigorously rub her chitin legs. After the blood slowly flowed back into her limbs, she picked up her spear and stood erect.

How much longer do I have to stand here? she thought to herself. Her question was soon answered.

"Presenting his Royal highness, The king!" A loud and high pitched voice called from around the corner and down the grand hall. Rieane suddenly felt the very air around her become thin.

The king.... she thought. The king is coming!

She started to panic as the steps beyond started to come closer. Almost to a suffocating state was the atmosphere as the king and his subjects turned the corner to the conference room.

Act natural..act natural!!

Rieane quickly stood as straight as she could. Utilizing all her training, she tried her best at looking as professional as possible.

"Lord Empress, the conference room is this way." There were five of them.

The first was the changeling king's advisor, Willow Whisp. A very frail young changeling mare wearing her usual uniform of a ivory silk rob with green and black lining on the sides. Her life so close to the king has left her a nervous wreck, giving her wrinkles and gray hair at such a young age. She was kindly escorting the others towards the conferance room.

One of the figures was elite changeling guard. Armored to the fangs, heavy as a tank, but nimble like the field mouse, the elite gaurds were the most feared, and one of the most intelligent of the changeling army. A hulking beast, walking briskly with the sheath of a mighty broad swords at his side. His FreeSkiff boots made soft thumps in the fine carpet below him, threatning to ignite if any one dared attack the king, or his guest.

The king. Great Garthon. High ruler of The Changeling Mother Hive. A notorious, and ruthless leader that has been known, and feared throughout the land. Due to the fact he is a changeling Alicorn grants him nearly immortality, making his rule permanent ever since he came to power. His stride is majestic, and menacing as he walked. An air of authority, suffering, and power swarmed about him, filling the air, and suffocating those around him.

Beside the king, his guest, and a mutual ally, Risiing Sun. The Empress of the growing empire of Katan. Rising Sun was the only Pegasus other then the Samurai guard that stayed close to her was present in the hive. Rising Sun was an ally of king Garthon, but far from his equal. Possibly the only thing she could beat him in is her stunning beauty, and intelligence.

Two powerful leaders, two ferocious soldiers, one nervous advisor, and one very frightened Rieane.

Rieane quickly placed her spear to her side, puffed up her chest, and saluted the group that payed her no mind, and walked into the conference room.

Reiane held her breath until she was sure they were gone. Silence, then she exhaled.

" Gosh...that was scary."

"The God killer, Champion of Nillian, these are some big names you call yourself your highness." Rising Sun paced about the empty conferance room. She felt uneasy, and tense from the fact she was alone in the large, sound proof room with the king.

"Empress , as you know , I am humble as I am generous." The king replied. His voice was deep in baritone. Unlike some of his advisors, and subordinates who had a voice like they gargled nails, the king had a voice worthy of opera on Equestrian Idol.

"I believe that may benefit both of us." Rising Sun didn't want to admit it, but she was scared. Regardless of her Samurai Guard standing out side the door, one wrong word, and there is no telling what the king may do to her.

The king, however, was as calm as ever. His dark red mane was slicked back, and his red eyes emitting a soft glow. No other changeling had a horn like the king's for it was uniquely shaped into that of a spear head.

"Have a seat, you must be tired from your trip." The king showed a hand to a chair that was on the opposite end of the long onyx table of which he sat.

Rising Sun was reluctant at first, but gingerly sat down. She was so used to sitting on a cusion on the floor that the chair was uncomfortable. She adjusted her black hair that was tied into a bun with chopsticks holding it in place. Unlike a few Pegasi, she had very thin wings. The white feathers seemed very delicate, but be warned that they are hard as steel. Katan warriors are known to weaponize their own bodies with advancements of technology. Blade feathers, cybernetic implants, shoulder mounted machine guns, the works. Rising Sun was not so unarmed, for she came prepared for anything, carrying a high powered laser behind her right eye that her hair so easily concealed.

"Now, let us speak of the task at hand." King Garthon spoke.

"The Solar Empire, a growing nation that has ranked at the top of one of the greates super powers in all of Equestria. Rurled by two Alicorns, Celestia, and Luna, this society thrives on friendship, love , and peace." Garthon almost seemed to spit that last phrase.

"Not only are they a neutral country, they refuse to ally, or aid countries even affiliated with war. You empire of Katan for example."

The empire of Katan, under rule of Rising Sun was currently at war with the griffons in the north. The Solar Empire are allies with The Griffon Tribes, as well as The Katan Empire, but have yet to affiliate with either party in skirmish. The Katan Empire is already in a crisis from the fact the empire resides on an island. Land is scarce, and farming is difficult, it's a possibility that Katan may fall to the Griffons.

"This empire has thrived for far too long. Their peace has only caused us misery, but it has made them soft since the Age of Blood, and Steel. This brings us to our agreement Lord Empress."

A brief pause of silence.

"I need a war machine. Guns, warships, tanks, and armor. I know you can supply it."

Rising Sun was silent.

"In return, I can supply you land that you need, as well as all the funding you need."

Rising Sun was quiet. She contemplated her choices, but she truly had none.

"Agreed your highness. We can start production in three weeks."

King Garthon gave a smile, showing his sharp fangs. "Very good. The plan will fall into place in time. I'm glade we could make this agreement."

The two shook hands, and the deal was done. A plan that could bring The Solar Empire to its knees, and behead it once and for all.

"This meeting is now adjourned." Garthon's horn glowed red. Alerted by his magic, Willow Whisp poked her head into the empty room.

"You called sire?" She says in a meek and timid voice.

"Please have our guests escorted out." The king showed a hand for Rising Sun to follow Willow Whisp. "And bring me the queen."

"Yes your highness."

The doors of the conferance room slowly closed shut, and the king was left alone in the small windowless room. The only sound that invaded the silence of the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"You requested my presence sir?" King Garthon turned slowly to the suppressed voice that came from the door. Queen Chrysalis, his bride, his queen, and his slave stood by him, awaiting to see what he wanted.

Chrysalis hated to be alone with him. She could barely keep herself composed at the meer sight of her husband of who she hated so much.

"My little pet." Garthon sighed. "Why do you look so angry?"

Chrysalis was going to avoid that question. It would be best to keep her tongue in check to avoid punishment afterward.
"I have no idea what your talking about sir." Chrysalis tried to suck her cheeks in because she heard from her beloved son that she often puffed her cheeks, a tell tail sign she was angry. If her son notices, then possibly her husband does to.

"You seem so upset whenever you see me." The king pushed farther. "Do you not like spending time with your beloved?"

I'd rather have molten iron poured down my throat then call you my beloved. Chrysalis thought, shaking with suppressed anger, but she must hide it. She mustn't show her emotion or she will suffer the consequences.

"My king, I am very curious as to why you requested me. May you please enlighten me?" Chrysalis said that so sweetly that it could rot the teeth out of your mouth.

"My queen. I know how much you love to be the center of attention." Chrysalis's eye twitched as he said that.
"Which is why you shall play the most important role in my little show."

Chrysalis was subtly grinding her teeth. His snooty voice was almost enough to set her off.

"In seven months time..." Garthon took a step closer to his bride. She stepped back. "Two hearts will mend together in matrimony...." Garthon made his advancement until Chrysalis was backed against a wall.

"Their bond will not only bring two great powers together, but will also awaken the lost Crystal Empire."

Garthon rested his hand on Chrysalis's exposed shoulder. She immediately regretted wearing the the evening gown with the cut off shoulders. His hand were cold, it made her shiver under his menacing touch.

"What do you want me to do..." Chrysalis whispered, his face inches from hers.

"You will replace the bride my sweet. You will take from them the thing they trust the most, eternal love. When the day of the wedding comes, we will strike when they are weakest."

Garthon moved away, relieving the pressure, and allowing Chrysalis to breath a little better.

"Take this. Read it. Study it. Memorize it forward, and backward. If you can fool me, you can fool anyone."

Garthon snapped his fingers, and in a red flash, a thick book appeared in Chrysalis's open hands.

"You have a month my dear. You may leave now." The king waved his hand to dismiss her.

Chrysalis scoffed, and exited the room with the book in hand. It was old, but not very worn, and almost the size of a textbook. Chrysalis walked down the elegant halls of the changeling palace, opening the first page of the book that her husband gave her. The book was hand written, but wasn't her husbands writing. It was probably one of the scribes, or a service agent. There were many pictures glued, or taped on the inside pages, possibly the pony she was to take form of.

"Lover of animals, and a good cook..." She read to herself, reading and walking at the same time. "likes to play crochet, and babysit little foals..." Chrysalis felt sick to her stomach. She can only imagine the lies she must say, and the hearts she must stomp on to keep this persona of a good pony.

"Finally, love is an integral part of her personality...for Princess Miamore Cadenza."

Ponyville.

"Oh goddess Sunny, I think I'm going to starve!"

It was a very bright afternoon in market square of Ponyville. Two mares sat alone at a coffee table outside of an unnamed cafe. Sunny, the mare on the left, was happily nibbling on a fresh vegetable wrap, and took sips from her specially made fruit juice blend. Her name most certainly matched her looks. Her hair was of such a bright blonde, it was almost blinding. It blended well with her yellow sundress of which fit her golden body perfectly.

The other mare opposite of her went by the name of Friday. She had held her head in her hand, letting her unruly wavy red hair cover her face. Her stomach growled for substance, but no food in all of Equestria could feed her beast like hunger. Unlike her friend Sunny, Friday wore tighter-then-skin-tight black pants with a studded belt. Her red T-shirt was cut off at her midriff, showing her diamond belly button piercing. A piercing that went along with the ones on her ears, and tongue.

Two beautiful mares. There are only three things that should be known of them. They're both single, one is undeniably horny, and they're both changelings in disguise.

"I haven't fed in two weeks Sunny. Two weeks! I barely had energy to get up this morning, let alone come to this brunch you so kindly invited me to." Friday can get a little grumpy when she hasn't had her fair share of love energy.

"If you're so hungry, then order something." Sunny handed her the menu, then took a sip of her juice.

"That's not what I'm talking about Sunny..." Friday said cooly.

"Try the stuffed breadsticks, they're actually pretty good." Sunny pushed a plate of preordered appetizers towards Friday.

Friday's golden eyes flashed, then she threw the plate to the ground. The plate shattered along with the contents upon it splattering in all direction.

"I don't want stuffed breadsticks! You know what I want stuffed!? Me! I need dick, and I need it now! It's bad enough that you've brought me to this stalionless hell hole, and now your taunting me with your gourmet food!?" Friday couldn't contain her anger. She was already standing over Sunny like a tiger ready to pounce. The other ponies outside fell silent and looked at Friday frightened, but she payed them no mind. Sunny just remained calm. She knew Friday would never hit her because she's a unicorn, and Pegasi don't fuck with unicorns.

"Don't worry Friday. I know how you Pegasi are. Can barely keep a lid on their heat cycles, such a shame..."

"What are you...!?" Friday's wings beat angrily, but she noticed all the other ponies staring, and she quickly sat down.

"Look Friday..." Sunny said said in a hushed whisper. "I brought you here to take a brake from the street life, and you know very well why else you're here..." Sunny pointed under the table.

Friday grimaced as she peeked down at the tracking device strapped to her ankle.

"Just because I'm under house arrest doesn't mean you have to starve me!" Friday was pleading at this point. The only love energy she has gotten lately has only been lustful stares from the incredibly small numbers of stallions in this backwater town of Ponyville. "I promise I won't hurt him, or reveal anything, just please..!" She put her hands together in a pleading mater. Her eyes even started to water. "I gotta fuck a hunky stallion or I might just die!"

This wasn't the first time Sunny has had Friday throw a hissy fit. She was about to say no for the up tenth time when suddenly.....

"What are you looking at Sunny?" Friday asked as she watched Sunny stare off into the distance, slack-jawed, and awestruck. Friday turned around to see what was so interesting, and gasped when she saw it.

A stallion and a mare sat together at another cafe across the street. The stallion had shoulder length black hair, and creamy tan fur, and wearing a muscle shirt with skinny jeans. He looked concerned and sad as he rubbed the back of a mare that was crying into her hands. The mare sat up, and brushed her rose colored hair from her eyes. The stallion gave her a hug, and she happily hugged back. Friday recognized the mare to be Roseluck, the town florist that has been probably the most depressed pony in the land, but who's that heartthrob hugging her tears away?

"Who is that?" Friday said in a flirting tone. A smile spread wide across her face as her tail swung,and her wings stood erect. "I believe we have a new stallion in town."

Sunny didn't comment. Only nodded her head.

"I'm sorry...you look so much like him." Nothing is more saddening then the disappointment of a mare's heart.
In all her life, Roseluck had never mealt a stallion like Hershey, until today.

Fred could feel the raw emotion wafting off of her like steam off a pan. What's worse is the total bogus story that he had to come up with to explain the shocking resemblance of the not-so-nobody that he took a form of.

" I'm sorry." He sighed, rubbing the poor mare's back. "I didn't mean to make you so upset."

"Don't be..." Roseluck sniffed. She parted her hair and looked him in the eyes. "it was my mistake. I was just so sure you were him..."

Fred knew this was a touchy topic, and did not wish to pursue it further. In fact, he believed it bet to avoid this mare as much as possible now. His "vacation" could have ended badly at that very instant, but he lucked out, big time. Fred was still shaking from his racing heart beat at the fact he was almost caught just moments ago.

"I have to go..." Roseluck quickly sat up. The chair behind her made a loud squeak as it shuffled back.
She was much to upset to say goodbye, or even push the chair in.

"Roseluck I.." He was cut off as she turned and left.

The whole ordeal left a bad taste in his mouth. Not only had he stolen her lovers form, but lied to her about it too. Maybe this vacation will suck after all. His supposed grand adventure of meeting new ponies has already caused somepony to cry.

"Man I suck." Fred hissed. He slammed his head into the glass table he sat at.

Of course it was just a delicate slam, but somehow the thick glass shattered to a million pieces on impact. Fred was now staring wide eyed, hanging his head in mid air where the glass used to be, staring at shards on the floor.

"Are you okay sir!?" The waitress ran up to him to help him up. Regardless, Fred was unharmed. Sometimes the poor guy doesn't know his own strength.

"I'm fine." He said kindly, reassuring the mare that he was okay.
"Don't worry, I'll pay for that."