Sorry for the wait guys, but don't worry.

Since I took so long with this part, I figured I'd try my best to get the next one up as soon as I can, and thus will start on it tomorrow :D

As always, don't hesitate to tell me what you think, but most of all…enjoy!

And sorry, but the sex is going to be in the next part instead of this one. So here's your warning. If you don't like Human on Changeling sex (Kinkiest sex ever IMO), then kindly click the X button and go away when it happens.

Just kidding, although if you don't like clop, then I seriously suggest that you don't read any more of this story.

Anyway without further ado…

Begin!

We Are Mated For Life

(The Bond)

Richard Pov

"What's happening to me?"

I was floating amongst a sea of darkness, no light in sight, no warmth, no protection…

Where was my warmth, my protection?

I…I needed it…I ached for it…

But there was nothing here, nothing except the endless black, the never ending waves of despair…of loss. Yet…there it was, I could FEEL it nearing me, enveloping me in such warmth that I embraced it with such vigour, such neediness.

Then all of a sudden…a tune, a melody began to surround me, filling up my mind, my soul. The tune itself was simple, yet somehow so beautiful. I could feel tears trickling down my face as the ache began to cease.

But then another warmth, a slightly damp warmth dried them away lovingly. A voice soon followed, a familiar voice that filled me with comfort and safety…yet also a dredge of fear, of hate.

"Don't cry baby. Mommy's here, everything is going to be alright…"

How could I ever hate that voice, fear that voice…the voice of my mother.

The darkness around me faded out, before an intense light sparked to life in front of me. The light, the warmth it gave off…I…I wanted it, I wanted it so badly. And so I gave unto my desires and reached out, stretching, reaching, aching to touch…before finally.

The light flared as I grasped it, its light blinding me, scorching me with its heat, overwhelming me until-

I slowly became aware of numerous sensations, said sensations becoming ever more noticeable as I forced my weary eyes open. And open they did, the world, my world around me becoming swiftly blocked by a mass of the brightest…yet loveliest white I had ever seen.

"Mother," I whispered, my throat aching with the effort. "Moth…Mommy…Mother…"

Why…why was I calling for my mother?

My mother had abandoned me and Emily, so why did ache for her touch so desperately?

My answer came to me swiftly as the white mass moved, nearing me until something unbelievably gentle touched my cheek.

"Shhhh…" soothed such a gentle voice.

Oh, oh that voice.

I…it made me feel…feel…cared for, loved…

Oh why couldn't I see properly?

Why couldn't I…see?

"I can't see," I whimpered, that realization flooding me with terror. "Where's…where's Mommy…Mother…I can't see."

The white mass suddenly disappeared, followed up by a sudden dip in the…bed I was apparently lying on. The next thing I knew, an unbelievable amount of warmth eased its way under the covers, before enveloping me softly. A…muzzle joined it, nuzzling my face, nose and neck lovingly.

"Close your eyes sweetie," crooned the voice.

Close them?!

"No please," I begged, frightened tears trickling down my face. "I don't want to, I scared of the dark, please don't make me."

Warm, deep breaths were suddenly upon my neck, followed up by…a tongue slowly licking my chin, yet with nothing but the purest of intentions behind it…I don't know how I knew…I just…did.

"Oh…my little sunshine, don't be afraid," the voice whispered tenderly. "Mommy's right here, I'm right here…I love you and will always protect you."

"Mommy?"

I suddenly became aware of a…hoof easing its way around my stomach, before gently forcing its way into my hand, which quickly grasped said hoof.

"Keep hold of my hoof sweetie," she murmured softly. "And know when you close your eyes…it, and I, will still be here beside you."

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips, nor the sudden urge that forced me to snuggle backwards, stopping only when my bare back touched Mother's…Mommy's incredibly soft fur. Her soft laughter was music to my ears, almost like a lullaby.

No…wait…

"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head," Mommy sang softly, her voice echo so wonderfully around me. "Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed…"

As my eyes closed against their will, something gently touched the back of my head.

The world faded away.

"Chrissy…help…me…"

…

"Richie?"

Chrissy Pov

"Chrissy…help…me…"

"Richie?"

Something was wrong.

I have no idea what it was, what it is…but something was wrong.

Wrong with Richie, my Richie.

I…I can't explain it, but somehow I heard him, felt his fear, his terror and the way it began to slowly overwhelm him…all of it fast, yet somehow unhurried.

"Was I…imagining it?"

I was in the middle of putting on some rather saucy stockings when I experienced that…connection. Yet it happened so swiftly that I dismissed the feeling almost immediately.

The stockings were all for Richie's pleasure once he returned home. Yet as I stared at the unicorn in the mirror and silently measured up my sanity, my eyes…they glowed of their own violation. My body suddenly became its true self, but it became so, did so, by its own will.

"What the fuck?" I yelped, surprise flooding my thoughts.

Never in all my life have I unwillingly changed, whether back to me or another form, without my wanting too. Yet I had just done so…and as I searched my mind for a reason, an answer, I slowly became aware of, yet again, that undeniable wrongness prodding my very being.

Something was wrong, and without a single clue why, I just knew that Richie was the cause of it.

And so I forced myself to change back, stripping the stockings from my smexy form, before making my way downstairs and out of the house.

I locked it of course, with the second key Richie had ordered just for me.

"Because he loves me," I swooned silently. "He wanted me to be with him at all times, for all of time…and by my mother did I want the same."

It took a few minutes, but as I stopped and spied the Royal Palace in the distance, hiding in between two thick bushes, I forced myself to snap out of my lovestruck stupor and try to…focus on the connection I'd felt earlier.

For a short while there was nothing…but then there it was, that minute, barely noticeable link stretching all the way to Canterlot.

To my lover.

"How?" I pondered silently. "We never mated, I never injected my blood into him…I would have known…wouldn't of I?"

As I thought on it, something, somewhere deep within me stirred. I shuddered, recognising it as the primal side to me, to my conscious changeling instincts. Yet as I mentally prepared to fight off waves of desperate need, the need to cradle my heart's desire and love him in every way. Before finally, gently, lovingly biting down and injecting that which would bond us for life…the urge I awaited did not come.

Instead I was only met with a sheer purr of satisfaction, of glee and love…contented love.

"Why isn't it raging like it has been?" I asked myself. "I should be straining with the effort to keep it contained."

I needed answers…and so I did what changeling's are told NOT to do.

I opened my mind and allowed the basic mentality to flood my very core, if but for a brief moment. In that moment I felt…unbelievably happy. I felt as though all my needs had been quenched, all…except one.

Mating isn't necessary to strike up a bond, it helps certainly, but…it isn't absolutely essential for a bond to be formed, especially not an unwilling one. Yet somehow I just knew that what I felt…wasn't unwilling. It was true and wonderful, lovely and breath taking

But I knew…I knew…

My vision was fervently, suddenly assaulted with a vision, a…memory. A memory I had no recollection having…or having done any of what I now saw.

In third person?

I…I was watching myself, outside of my body. I knew that sometimes this could happen, but only during a changeling's final hours.

So how was I...?

I saw myself; my eyes glowing as they snapped open and instantly locked onto…Richie's neck! My beloved was asleep, deeply so in fact…I couldn't help the satisfied sigh that escaped my lips as I watched the memory…the memory of him sleeping so contently, no troubles in the world.

But then it happened…and no matter how much I wanted to stop it, to wake up my treasured human and shove that…primal version of me aside, alas…I could do nothing.

Nothing but watch as she…I, delicately smothered the side of his neck in my numbing saliva…before gently sinking my fangs into it, my horn lighting up faintly as sacred magic softly caressed his face. Only to rapidly pour itself into both of his ears.

To keep him asleep…and more…

His eyes suddenly glowed under their lids, something that surprised me slightly, yet did nothing to my past self's obvious one track mind.

"No, no!" I cried silently. "This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. We were meant to bond upon declaring our need to be together for all eternity."

I could only watch as I withdrew from his neck, an expression of savage glee adorning my muzzle as the magic ceased, the tongue, my tongue closing the small holes with but a loving lick,

The bond had been struck.

"Why haven't I felt anything until now?" I thought, curiosity overriding my despair momentarily. "We were together this morning, yet I didn't feel-"

Only I did…in the corridor as I sensed my beloved's lust and love…all for me.

Something compelled me in that moment, neigh, something demanded that I act, that I take him and show him everything, love him with everything, care and caress him with all my love…for him.

It was only with great effort that I stopped myself, the sudden realization of how desperately I needed, neigh, craved to make love with him terrifying me.

Richie had merely laughed it off and soothed my troubled mind, but now...

I saw myself about to mount him, my magic removing our covers and grasping his length, sheer primal lust and instinct driving my actions.

"No…no please, don't show me…don't tell me that I-"

Suddenly, my past self…stopped. The glow vanished, she collapsed…and then the memory speed up, showing Richie tiredly pulling the covers back, kissing my head lovingly…and then murmuring, shaking, tossing and turning until-

"RICHIE!"

He woke up and fell out of the bed, myself rushing to him with worry adorning my muzzle.

…

I blinked once, twice…and the world finally swam back into focus.

"We formed a bond yet I did not transfer the gene cleansing venom into him…only my blood. And we did not mate, I still have, WE still have that precious act left to perform!"

Glee and terrible shame were flooding me simultaneously. Shame for what I had unconsciously done and glee for what I had not.

"I know I had little control over what I did…yet I will tell him, and hope…more than hope, I will plead and beg that he forgives and loves me still."

With that thought firmly repeating itself within my mind, I tried to focus on the bond I now knew we shared.

And now that I knew…said bond enveloped my very soul.

I could feel him, him and I. I could literally see just how interwoven our very spirits were. How they were wrapped around each other, caressing each other so lovingly.

Pure unadulterated happiness flooded my mind, my body and soul. For I could feel…everything, all his love and just how much of it was directed at me.

"Oh Richie, I love you so much I…wait, what's that?"

A sudden burst of love, familial love, unexpectedly erupted from him, forcing our tied up essences to loosen, to very nearly become undone.

"Familial love?" I thought incredulously. "He has no family left; who could he possibly love in such a manner?"

It made no sense; he was with Celestia wasn't he? So why was he feeling such a love right…now…

A memory, an explanation from my beloved echoed within my mind. Yet it was impossible in its meaning…it couldn't be.

Could it?

"Why does she want to know about my childhood?" he asked, a puzzled expression adorning that gorgeous face.

"I don't have a clue," I answered truthfully. "Has she…how does she act around you?"

He put the letter down on his coffee table before gazing at me contemplatively.

"Well…now that you bring it up, she's actually a little bit funny around me," he said thoughtfully.

Now that grabbed my attention.

"Funny in what way?" I asked innocently.

"Well she's sometimes a little bit…personal with her questions," he began slowly. "I mean when she and Luna all but begged me to stay and save your race, she was very…adamant about it. More so than her sister actually."

He broke from his explanation and pursed his lips in thought. I could feel a very unusual amount of nostalgia emanating from him all of a sudden.

But it went away as quickly as it came, exactly as Richie seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

"And apart from a few times when she tried to hug me, unsuccessfully mind you, she's pretty much been…normal I suppose."

As the thought finally dispersed, I shook my head and pursed my lips in thought, a bizarre yet…possible scenario flowing around my mind.

"Why would he be feeling nostalgic?" I thought suspiciously. "I gave it no thought at the time, but now…"

I had to know more; I had to be certain of what it was that I was thinking, impossible though it was.

But as a Queen, I was brought up to expect the unexpected, to never rule out a scenario, a thought, incredulous and impossible as it might have sounded.

And so…I had to go to Celestia herself.

Celestia…the only one I in all honesty feared above all others. Not because of her power, nor her centuries of experience…but because a few words, simple words…could separate Richie and I.

For once she figured out who and what I really was, the future, our future together would become so…difficult to obtain. Simply running away would have been beyond difficult, but I truly feel that we could have handled it. Yet with the knowledge of my true identity, she would have the perfect reason to send her entire guard after us, as well as her sister's. We would have no peace from either of them.

Maybe they would even come after us themselves.

I have no idea how powerful I am, truly I don't. I had no idea if I could defeat her as I did before, let alone both of them.

"All I've wanted is for us to be together Richie," I thought, desperately hoping that he somehow heard my desperate hope. "To be together until death, to raise a family, to give life unto the changeling race once more…I just want…want us to be together…forever."

I felt my eyes moisten with unshed tears and blinked them away quickly, refusing to let myself fret over something that might not come to pass.

Yet the fact still stood, I had to go to the palace. Being seen wasn't too much of a problem, I could use any excuse for my being there. I just had to hope that no one sensed my magic and recognized it…or worse, that I accidently changed back to my true self.

"I'm coming baby. Whatever the cause of your fear, it will NOT affect us…I swear it."

I love him; nothing will harm him while I still breathe.

Richard's Pov

I awoke with a start, the echoes of such an achingly familiar voice reverberating within my mind. Shaking my head and the voice away, I rubbed my blurry eyes and blinked until my vision came back completely.

"W-Where am I?" I croaked wearily, looking around the posh room and frowning at its suddenly familiarity.

"The palace?" I realized slowly. "Why am I…what happened?"

I racked my brain for the last thing I remembered…only to experience a rather excruciating pain, forcing me to cry out and grasp at my forehead, gritting my teeth as I breathed through them.

"Ahh, my head!"

I fought against the sudden agony and forced myself to get out of the bed. To my surprise, I was wearing what looked like…pyjamas?

"Where the hell did I-"

I quickly lost my train of thought as yet another blast of pain erupted within my head, causing me to teeter on the spot as I fought to stay upright.

Cursing loudly, I searched around the room and found my original clothing hanging over a chair. Gritting my teeth once more, I trudged my way over to it and took off my pyjamas, putting my clothes back on.

Just as I finished putting on my trainers, the door suddenly opened, Celestia trotting gracefully inside. She spotted me right away and smiled serenely, her eyes radiating with such warmth that I had to grasp the chair, the urge to run over and collapse on her was nearly overwhelming.

"What happened?" I asked, irritation driving me as another wave of pain reverberated in my skull.

Her smile wavered somewhat as her eyes widened in a bizarre realization. Yet it was brief, and said smile swiftly returned as she answered my question.

"You collapsed," she replied gently. "I was in the middle of apologizing when you fainted right in front of me."

"I fainted?" I questioned. "But I remember…I think I, OW!"

I yelped in pain as something pulsated angrily, right in the center of my forehead.

"Oh my, are you alright?" Celestia asked, worry permeating her tone.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just mY HEAD!"

My knees buckled and I fell onto the floor, bumping my forehead against it. The pain as I did so was indescribable.

My vision darkened and it began to waver in and out of focus. The suddenly sound of Celestia's voice nearing me, as well as her hooves, did nothing to alleviate this.

"Richard!" she cried, anxiety and fear obvious within her tone.

I had little warning before she literally cradled me in her forehooves, my cheek being pressed against the soft fur on her barrel. To my absolute embarrassment in fact, a pitiful whimper escaped me, even whilst I eagerly buried my face into her fur.

"Shush little one, it's alright, I'm here now," she crooned lovingly.

I suddenly found myself being levitated up and under the covers, my vision flickering in and out as Celestia's face filled it, a loving smile adorning her muzzle.

"I'm going to go and get something that'll help ease the pain," she explained softly. "Can you wait for mommy to get back?"

My lips contorted into a sleepy smile as I nodded, not having to really put any thought into my answer.

Why would I, she was my mother after all.

"That's a good colt," she praised affectionately, kissing the center of my forehead gently, simultaneously soothing the throbbing I felt there. "Just close your eyes sweetie, I'll be right back."

Obeying, I closed my eyes and smiled widely as yet another kiss was planted on my forehead. Mother hummed happily and left the room, her trotting swift yet somewhat…joyous to my ears.

…

"Wait, MOTHER!?"

The realization of what she had said, what I had willingly thought, suddenly flooded my mind.

How was it possible for her to be my mom?

It wasn't, it was impossible. I wasn't a pony, I was human!

And yet…I couldn't deny the way my very soul had thoroughly enjoyed being held by her, nor could I deny how lovely I found her soothing voice to be.

"No!" I cried silently. "I am Richard Tyler, I am human. Celestia is NOT my mother, no matter what she says, no matter what I think…think…I have to get out of here!"

Yet as I forced myself out of the covers mommy, NO, Celestia had wrapped around me, something within me cried out in denial.

"Don't go, we don't need to. Mommy will come back, she will! Then she will hold us and love us as we pass out into a content slumber…Don't we want this?"

"I…I don't want this," I mumbled feebly. "I want to go home, I want Chrissy."

"But we don't want her," the voice whispered. "We want mommy. We want to sleep with her wing protecting us, her muzzle loving us with each nuzzle."

I hate to admit it, but a part of me did want this…terribly so.

Yet none the less I still made my way out of the room, ignoring the guard stationed outside the door.

"Wait a minute sir," he ordered gruffly. "Princess Celestia has ordered us to stop you from leaving this chamber for the time being. So if you don't mind, I would really-"

"Oh fuck off!" I screeched, the pain and his ordering causing me to lash out.

My fist hit the side of his helmet…and DENTED it. The guard in question went flying into the wall, where he quickly crumpled and remained motionless but for his ragged breathing.

"How did I…?"

Shaking the thought from my mind, I forced myself to limp onward, trying my utmost to ignore the little voice in my head, pleading with me to go back, to undress and lay down…waiting for momlestia to come back and cuddle with me.

I was literally shaking with the desire to do so, and tears were trickling down my cheeks as I denied it.

I ached for it that badly.

"Mommy…we want our mommy!" the voice begged. "Please, we need her…we're scared…"

"Shut up…shut up…shut up…" I repeated wearily, blinking furiously to try to quell the tears.

I turned a corner and spied an open door, sunlight creeping through it. Smiling tiredly, I staggered my way over to it and pulled it completely open, before continuing and making my way outside.

As I looked around and took in my surroundings, a smidge of dread trickled into my thoughts.

"I have no idea where I am."

I was outside of the palace that much was obvious. The door must have been some sort of shortcut out of it…yet it wasn't Canterlot. Fortunately as I struggled onwards, Canterlot suddenly showed itself…about half a mile or so in the distance.

"Just my luck," I whispered blearily, before sighing and slowly making my way towards it and away from the palace. "I'll be fine…I'll be…fine…"

Unfortunately…everything started to go wrong.

I could feel the sheer amount of sweat on my body forcing my clothes to stick, creating an unbearably awkward sensation.

Then the pain came back.

"Ahh my head!" I yelled, gritting my teeth as tears trickled down my face.

It felt horrible, as though something was trying to force its way out of my skull. And that's not to mention the unbearable amount of agony I felt just below my shoulder blades.

But worst of all…best…worst…my head…

"Mommy!"

"Chrissy!"

"Mom..my…"

"Chr…iss…s…y"

I could barely form a coherent thought. In fact all I could think of, all I desperately wanted in that moment was to find Chrissy…I needed her.

"No…you need me Richard," soothed a warm voice…one that I couldn't help but recognize. "You need your Mother…don't run away…"

"AHH, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed, my voice strained and hoarse.

A sharp pain struck every part of me at once…there's no word in any language that could ever describe the sheer intensity of it all.

With blurry eyes I forced myself to make my way through the outer rim of Canterlot, trying my best not to be found or heard. Though given that I was screaming like a madman, I certainly wasn't helping in that regard.

"I need to find…Chrissy," I mumbled desperately. "I need to find…Chrissy…I need to…find…Chrommy, NO!"

I fell to my knees as another wave of pain flooded through me. I could feel my thoughts, what little I could form, meld together, forming one plea…just one.

And not from me.

"Don't move anymore baby, let mommy find you," Celestia crooned softly, her voice echoing within my mind. "Open your mind and let mommy soothe away the pain."

I couldn't move…it was a simple as that. I just…couldn't make myself move.

"Chrissy," I whimpered pitifully. "Help…me…"

The sound of wings beating against the air reached my ears, followed swiftly by a muzzle, a touch on my cheek, a touch so soothing that I was forced to bite back a sob of mixed relief…and fear.

I felt myself being levitated onto her back, her rose coloured orbs never leaving me. There was such…love within them, love for me and only me.

"No," I murmured weakly. "Chrissy..."

"Shush sweetheart."

Oh god…her voice was everywhere, surrounding my very soul, my mind, my ears…everywhere.

And the love it carried…this time I did sob, I couldn't help it.

I was a man, but she reduced me to but a child with nothing more than her eyes and voice.

"Chrissy…I must find…I must…I…must!"

A memory of Chrissy and I, playing, teasing, kissing and holding each other…I held onto it, even as it threatened to slip away.

But then Celestia was there once more, nuzzling my nose gently, kissing my forehead lovingly.

"Sleep Richard…" Celestia lulled softly. "You will feel so much better."

The memory vanished, as if suddenly set alight, the fire burning the memory away.

And then…the world began to fade along with it.

...

Until…

"What, YOU!"

"Get the fuck off of him!"

A wave of green light surrounded me, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground.

Celes…Mo…was no longer by me.

"Richie?"

I suddenly found myself being turned over onto my back…and nearly cried out in relief as my senses rapidly returned to me.

Chrissy was looking down at me…in her true form. Tears were trickling down her cheeks, yet a loving smile adorned her muzzle.

She looked beautiful.

"Hey gorgeous…"I croaked weakly, lifting an extremely heavy hand to her cheek and caressing it tenderly.

"Hey yourself," she giggled, a tinge of joy surrounding her as she helped me sit up with her magic.

"Wait…I can see her emotions?"

"And I can hear your thoughts," she countered, yet with nothing but love behind it.

"How-"

"Changeling!"

The sound of Celestia's voice caused me to tremble with equal fear and affection, a mix that did nothing but confuse me and my senses once more.

Chrissy looked up and glared at…at…HER, a hiss escaping her lips.

"What have you done to him!" she demanded, anger clouding the air around her.

"Nothing, not that it is any of your concern," Celestia snapped, her gaze switching from my lover and onto me, where it morphed into one of concern, only to snap back onto Chrissy and widen in realization.

"Chrissy I presume?" she asked sternly, not that Chrissy gave her an ounce of surprise in return, choosing instead to snarl and narrow her eyes.

"What have you done to him?" Chrissy repeated, refusing to play Celestia's game.

How I knew, I had no idea…I just did.

"Nothing," Celestia repeated. "None of it is your concern anyway. You're a wanted terrorist and deserve no quarter for what you did to my niece, as well as her husband."

To my surprise however, Celestia's expression became kind, motherly almost.

"However, I understand why you did it," she continued softly.

"You understand nothing!" Chrissy snapped angrily. "Nothing of me, my race or our struggles!"

"I know you were desperate," Celestia soothed gently. "I know you and your subjects were starving, and I know how starvation can affect the mind."

She looked down at me and smiled even wider, much to my terror…and joy.

"I offer you a chance to discuss this with me like two civilized beings. All I ask is that you return Richard to me first." she proposed kindly. "It is obvious how much you care for him, but I promise you that he will not be harmed."

"I'm not…going anywhere with…you!" I protested, struggling as I did to get the words out.

Celestia merely smiled at my words and gazed right into my eyes.

"Hush little one," she soothed…in my head! "I sense your fear, but it is misplaced for I will never hurt you."

Her presence swiftly began to smother my mind, enveloping it…me, in such a soothing embrace.

To my surprise however, Celestia physically recoiled and stepped back a few paces, her eyes wide with shock. At the same time, her presence faded away, leaving nothing but…someone else in her place.

Someone…who was radiating protection and love…all for me.

"Chrissy?"

"You know I was actually going to agree with your terms Celestia," Chrissy hissed suddenly. "But violating his mind and trying to force calm into my beloved just ruined your chances."

Celestia blinked in shock, but quickly lit up her horn and aimed it at Chrissy.

"Don't do this Chrissy," she warned dangerously. "I'm offering you the chance for both our species to peacefully co-exist, do not throw that away!"

My lover frowned at her words, yet actually looked as though she was considering them.

Was she?

"I'm sorry Celestia," she said, her words causing Celestia to raise her head and shut off her magic. "Truly I am, for both of us."

Chrissy gazed down at me with such…agony in her expression, yet a small loving smile gradually replaced it.

"But I care more about Richard then anything, including the future of my species."

She snapped her tear filled eyes back onto Celestia and glared furiously at her, her spite permeating in the air. Celestia quickly lit up her horn again…yet not quickly enough.

Chrissy's horn lit up, the normal green glow increasing in size, in power.

"I'm sorry mother," wept a voice in my head. "I've failed you."

I barely had any time to blink before she unleashed her magic…destroying absolutely everything in her path.

Author's Note

And that's all for now!

I know, I know. Where was Chrissy's Pov when she was on her way to the palace?

Why was she back in her true form?

Sorry, can't say XD

Oh and sorry for the seriously long wait, as well as that cliffy. But what can I say, I was busy and I'm a bastard.

Until the next part!